Author's Note: I'm writing this before the completion of Johns' Choice because I thought of it in the shower and now it's the only thing I want to write so far. The story is about the boys being unrelated, those are my fav stories, and Sam lives on a farm while Dean has just moved to town. The summary is very vague because I want this to have a whole bunch of plot twists. I hate being predictable. Anyways I really hope you enjoy this because I just know it's going to be a blast writing. Also, there is no Sam/Dean AT ALL. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. Thank you to my reviewer from my last story, Kathy, you were so understanding and I hope I deliver with this story.
Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters which I'm sure we all know by now but for legal purposes, Erin Kripke is the owner of Supernatural.
Chapter 1The boy is an only child with two parents. He knows nothing outside of the farm and it's been that way his whole life. The mother is a stay-at-home wife so she can homeschool the boy. The father is a farmer and spends most of his time in the grueling sun of Texas. The boy has an accent as well as the mother and father. The family is secluded and for a reason. The mother allows no tv, swearing, music, or talking if not spoken to for the boy. The father makes his son hit himself as punishment for mistakes, if the boy is out of line then he will receive a cup of hot sauce that he is required to hold in his mouth for 15 minutes before spitting it out. If chores are incomplete dinner is taken in exchange for lack of labor. The mother sends out snide remarks commenting on his appearance, and the father says the boy will never get a girl because of it. The father doesn't know that the boy would prefer a boy. The mother is oblivious as well. The boy hates his appearance, sexuality, and personality. The boy hates how he can never please his parents. The boy will start tenth grade in public school because his mother got a job. The boy has no social skills, no idea of what is socially acceptable, or how to be around people he has never met. He hasn't ever had to do any of that. The boy has never seen a movie or a television show because his parents don't want him thinking about things that they have not planted within his mind themselves. The boy is scared of his family finding out about his sexuality. The boy has never lived in a reality where sexuality that differs is okay.
This boy has a name though his parents almost never say it, preferring to call him boy, or his full first name sometimes but never the name that he wants them to say. Never Sam. The boy's name is Samuel Micheal Godfrey. Godfrey means good; peace.
The boy's mother woke him up for school that day, slammed a bowl down on the table, gave him the essentials for cereal, pulled out a stopwatch, and told him to eat. Meals were strictly only 3 minutes long for the boy. His mother told him where the bus stop was and went back to wherever she came from.
The boy ran to the bus stop which was one mile from their house. He made it just in time and got on. He found a seat in the back of the bus next to an emergency exit. The boy had a backpack filled with 7 notebooks, 7 pencils, 7 pens, one book, one bookmark, and his reading glasses. The boy had no lunch. The boy took out his book and glasses so that he could read for the remainder of the bus ride. His glasses were in pristine condition because if he broke them he was told he would never receive another pair and would eventually go blind without them. The boy believed his parents when they told him this at the age of five after the glasses were given to him and still believed this at fifteen. The glasses were a little small and tight around the ears but he was not going to complain. That was not how he was raised. Throughout the whole bus ride, the boy did not talk. At all. To anyone. He was used to living his life in silence. When the bus ride concluded he put his book and glasses away, zipped up his backpack, and waited for everyone to file out of the bus before he stepped off too. He walked into the school building despite the school day not having started yet and went straight to the office, after two minutes of looking for it. The boy went up to the first desk he saw and stood in front of it. Towering over it with his height. Waiting. The lady at the desk looked up and greeted the boy.
"Hello, how can I help you today young man?" the office lady said with a smile.
The boy was silent for another 10 seconds before he answered with his eyes cast down and voice low.
"I would like a schedule, please" was all the boy said.
"Name?" the office lady asked.
"Samuel Micheal Godfrey."
The lady looked around her desk before her gaze landed on a piece of paper with a name that matched the one the boy had given. She picked up the paper and handed it to the boy in front of her desk. "Here you are sweetheart," the lady said in a watered-down southern accent.
The boy took the paper. "Thank you" then he walked out.
With his head down he missed the person walking straight at him. The two boys walked into each other, one going down the other remaining vertical.
Samuel was the one who remained vertical. "I am sorry. Are you okay?" he said, mechanically, to the other boy. The boy on the floor answered while getting up and dusting himself off. "Fine, but a word of advice, look up when you look."
"Thank you, I will take that into consideration." No hint of sarcasm. The boy was used to total submissiveness. He was submissive; his whole personality is. Speak when spoken to, eat, sleep, drink, bathe, leave, go when told to. His whole life was dictated for him even when he was alone he knew what was expected of him. If he was in his room he was to read until told otherwise. If he was in the bath then he was only allowed to fill the tub up to his belly button. Everything was dictated for him and he followed along without protest, ever, because that was how he was raised. You were to listen and only listen to the chain of command. His parents also taught him that anyone who wasn't him was the chain of command and he was to always listen. The boy that he had caused to fall was now the chain of command.
"Can I go now?" the boy asked.
"What?" the other boy asked.
"Can I go to my class now?"
"Uhhh why are you asking me, just go," the other boy said.
"Thank you. I will be going now" and then the boy was speed walking to his next class.
"Weird" the other boy muttered before he resumed his walk to the office.
This boy walked into the office, went to the desk, and asked for his schedule while glancing around the office.
"Name?"
"Dean Edward Winchester."
"Here you go."
Dean took his schedule and walked out of the office at a decelerating pace. He had history and he hated history because it had to do with the one thing he was absolutely terrible at. Memorization. Dean was known to have a bad memory, especially within his family. He was constantly forgetting where he put something, birthdays, due dates, and in the most embarrassing of times if he was home alone or not. His mother always reminded him of those things though and she did encourage him to keep some sort of agenda. His father backed his mother up with everything and supported getting Dean an agenda. It was honestly funny the way their family worked sometimes. Adam being the sporty son, Dean being somewhat of a trouble maker, Mary being the coddling, attentive mother, and John being the patient understanding father who never misses an event as well as Mary. They were the most modern and loving family. It was almost like it was from a tv show. Everyone in the family's opinion was valued and they always talked things out, the latter Dean loathed. The boys had their own rooms complete with TVs and gaming consoles however they weren't spoiled. Everything was earned and it was always work before play. Each boy received an allowance once a week; Adam had an allowance of 15 dollars at thirteen and Dean had 20 dollars at fifteen. They had a dog and a two-story house that included a nice sized backyard with a pool which was convenient because Texas seemed like it was made from earth's core. Dean thought about all of this as he headed to his first period. History.