Here's chapter 12. This first part is Sam's school day and if I have room I'll get to the garage with John. Next chapter we'll see how Castiel's getting along.
My brothers were still mad at each other. After there talk Dean didn't come down stairs for hours. I finally begged him to come into the living room and watch cartoons but he still didn't look at anyone but me. Cas says Dean's just stubborn and he'll get over it, I didn't believe him.
We all slept in are own beds last night, Dean does that when he'd scared he'll have a nightmare. His nightmares aren't like mine, they make him so scared he gets mean if he doesn't know its you. He used to sleep with a knife under his pillow until he almost stabbed are foster mom by accident, it got taken away after that.
I hopped out of the car and sent a quick wave to my brothers and Mary and headed up to the school building. Kids littered the yard, and moved quickly hoping to get though before I ran into anyone.
"Freak", Someone hissed behind me. I sighed and stopped, that was Mason. He's been bugging me since the first morning I got here. I turned around to face the boy, He was 12 almost 13 but he's in my class because he got held back.
"Can we not, today please", I sighed, brushing my bangs out of my eyes. I wasn't in the mood to deal with this crap.
"Yeah Freak go ahead and fix your girl hair", He laughed. I jerked my hand away from my hair and clenched my fists by my sides, wasn't my fault I can see.
"Just stop", I said through gritted teeth.
"What are you gonna do", He smirked, flicking me in the fore head. I could stop him, Dean showed me how to fight but said we only do it if the douche bags are somewhere private so you don't get caught. "Come on Samantha what are you gonna do".
I turned away from he and started to walk quickly to the building before I felt something grab the neck of my T-Shirt pulling me onto my back, the grass was coated in water from the sprinkler this morning and at that moment I felt it all come through my shirt. Cold water spiked my anger a little more but I bit my lip. New school, I didn't want to be labeled as the Foster kid with behavior problems again.
"Let Me Go", I said through gritted teeth.
But of coarse luck had never been on my side. He pins my arms down, and uses his weight against me. Mason grins as he lets some spit dangle from his mouth almost hitting me in the fore head.
"That's Sick", I groaned, trying to get my wrists out of his grasp. I looked around for anyone to help me, there weren't any grown ups around. I miss when me and Dean went to the same school. Nobody ever bugged me then.
Mason cursed before tumbling off me landing in the wet grass. I was surprised when I looked up to see a girl with long dark hair pulled into a side braid. She was frowning down at Mason, dark eyes cut at him.
"What the heck", He yelled getting up holding his side, "You could've broke my freaking ribs".
"Screw off", I mumbled getting up.
"You can't do anything now, Look", The girl said pointing to the doors of the school. A teacher stood there, staring at us. He looked like he was about to say something but we each gave him a smile. None of us wanted to get busted...
"Freak", Mason sneered as the teacher turned away. He got up off the grass and headed back over where his other friends where who where laughing at him already for letting an 11 year old girl get the drop on him.
"Sam", I greeted smirking at the bullies.
"I'm Genevieve but if you call me that I'll hurt you, call me Gen", She smiled.
"Um.. OK, Thanks for that", I said gesturing toward Mason.
"No problem, the guys a jerk", She frowned then made a face at him.
"I take it you know each other well", I said watching her face twist up.
"I should, he's my stepbrother", She sneered.
"O.. dang", Was that all I could say. Geez.
"Your the new kid right", She said turning away from her brother.
"Yeah", I sighed.
"It sucks, I've been the new kid for two years so I'm glad you showed up", She laughed.
I frowned at that, maybe moving around so much wasn't that bad. If it meant I got away from Mason and the entire unforgiving sixth grade.
"I've never seen a brother act like him before", I said turning toward the bullies again.
"Step brother, where not related so It doesn't count.. plus my real brothers gang up with him", She sighed sadly.
"Mine aren't... and I'm not even related to one of em", I questioned.
"Maybe you are a freak", She smiled. It didn't seem so bad when she called me one.
"Maybe'.
"Wanna hang out before class", She asked.
"Sure", Then again, this place wasn't so bad.
I sat in the front seat, Sam in the back. John was talking about his garage. I tried not to care, but every so often I caught myself listening which fueled him to talk more. Sam was staring out the window smiling slightly. He's been like that since I picked him up from school, If John wasn't here Id ask him why he's got such a goofy grin on his face.
"Here we are", John said pulling into what looked like a scrap yard. Cars where piled up in every direction, the only indication it was an actual fixing car garage was the building with tools behind an old house. The place was cool looking, hub caps hung every where and big paths in the gravel.
We all piled out when, the front door to the garage opened, a man with a vest and a trucker hat stepped out wiping his hands on a grease rag.
"John", The man nodded in greeting. "These must be the boys you were telling me bout", He smiled.
"Boys this is Bobby, he's my boss", John smirked.
The man was gruff that's for sure, but he didn't give off a serial killer vibe or anything.
"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam", I introduced. Bobby nodded at us and turned to John.
"They can hang out but if they get hurt it ain't my fault", He warns heading back into the garage. John smirks before waving me and Sam inside. Inside there where three different cars up on the racks, a mustang and an old truck, but what caught my attention was the beat up 1967 Impala.
"Like her", John grinned. "Bobby's letting me fix her up here. I'm almost done", John beamed proudly.
"Nice", I agreed. Nice to know at least John had taste.
From behind the old truck a young guy came out, probably only about 20 maybe 22.
"That's Caleb, He works sometimes on the weekend", John greeted.
"You guys must be Sam and Dean. John's told me you guys where staying with him now", Caleb smiled.
I wonder what else John said about us. I watched John head over to the Impala and start doing something under the hood. I knew stuff about cars, one of my foster dads was a mechanic and I picked up a thing or two. I lead Sam over to some chairs set up in the corner and watched the two men work.
It ended up being a little bit fun, John had asked me to help him after awhile and after Sam nudged me a bit I agreed. Caleb was cool to, showed me how to get on Bobby's nerves but still be on his good side. Bobby had took us all inside later to get something to drink and caught Sam eyeing all the guys book. He had a book on everything from cars to monsters to random classics. After some begging and me keeping Bobby in my sights the whole time I agreed to let him hang out at the house and read while we worked.
All in all It was a good day. Although on more than one occasion I had turned around to tell Cas something only to remember he wasn't there. We fought sometimes but things always worked out, but this time was different.
So I know nothing about cars so I skimmed over it. I wanted to bring Bobby in for a long time but I didn't know how until I remembered that Bobby used to live on a Salvage Yard so I guess this all clicked together. Then of course I had Caleb tossed in there, but anyway I hope you liked it. Please review. There will be more Bobby moments in the future but right now I wanna focus on the boys and there Foster Parents.