Warning: Mention of a broken nose (I've never broken my nose before, nor have I seen one broken, so I apologize for anything that isn't accurate)

Ages:

Dean: 28

Sam: 24

Carter: 15

Takes place during season 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural!

Author's Note: I'm not really sure where this idea came from, it just kinda popped up. Enjoy!

She should've just shut up. She should've just stopped with her last statement. Maybe then she wouldn't have a broken nose.

But, no. And had to keep talking. She had to keep pushing Carter, making her face redder and redder with anger. Now they were both sitting outside the principal's office with sour glums on their faces.

Carter sat slumped in her seat, picking at her sore knuckles. She chewed on her lip and watched students walk by on their way back to class. Due to the lack of chairs, broken-nose Kate sat just three seats down from her, dabbing at her tears and holding an ice pack to her nose. Luckily she wasn't sniffling anymore.

Carter sat up straight when she heard Sam walk through the front door, earning a curious glare from Kate. Sam wore his suit, which made Carter even more nervous. If she ever interrupted her brother during one of their cases, she was always in even more trouble. Sam cleared his throat and walked into the office.

Carter relaxed only slightly, realizing she was really glad that Dean wasn't there. Dean always was harder on Carter, telling her she needs to stop getting in fights and in trouble in general, that there were far worse things to beat people up over.

Sam came back out a minute later, an unreadable expression on his face as he sat down on the chair closest to Carter, in between Kate and her. "Let me see," he said in his soft voice and Carter showed him her knuckles. He turned them over and sighed, dropping them. "You'll live."

Carter pulled back her hands and watched as a couple came storming in, the woman rushing to Kate, sitting down in the last chair, and the man going into the office after a look at Kate. The woman, who must be Kate's mother, fussed over her and kept saying, "poor baby, my poor baby." Carter rolled her eyes and turned to Sam.

"Why didn't Dean come?"

Sam had pulled out his phone and was glaring at the screen. He sighed," We were on our way to interview the victims. Dean got the call and I convinced him to let me go."

"Seriously?"

Sam smiled, "He also heard there would be a hot girl ther." Sam chuckled and Carter smiled.

Kate's father came back out and stood by his daughter, acting as though he was protecting her from everyone even remotely dangerous. Carter huffed. The door to the office opened and the secretary walked out.

"Principal Hart will see you now."

They all stood up and headed towards his office.

Carter had met Principal Hart only once in her two weeks being at this school. He was a plump, short, odd old man, hell-bent on making his school exactly the way he wanted it to be. Whether he would ever succeed was obvious; there was no way in hell the school was getting anything he said.

Principal Hart sat at his desk and gestured for the two teens to sit in the main chairs in front of him, and that left the adults grasping for the plastic chairs. "What injuries were sustained?" Principal Hart asked, looking right at Kate.

"She," Kate emphasized, and it was evident everyone knew she wanted to insult Carter in front of everyone, "broke my nose."

Principal Hart turned towards Carter, "Do you deny this?"

Carter looked at Kate's partially covered nose, examining her work, "Nah, I did it." Kate's parents glared at Carter. Carter leaned back in her chair.

"Alright, tell me what happened."

Earlier

Carter fixed the strap on her backpack and walked at a slow pace to her next class, Algebra. She had exactly four minutes to get from one side of the school to the other. But with all of the hallway traffic and slow walkers, Carter could just barely make it in time. So why rush? She usually blamed her lateness on getting lost; being new all the time allowed her this little luxury.

As Carter passed by a group of girls at their lockers, she heard them say her name. She turned and raised her eyebrows, "What?"

Kate shrugged her shoulders, "I didn't say anything." Carter turned and started to walk away. "Except that your clothes look like they were pulled out of the trash." Carter stopped and turned back to see Kate and her friends laughing.

"Ha ha, hilarious. Haven't heard that one before," Carter rolled her eyes.

Kate stepped forward and stood before Carter. "You're right, I'm sorry," Kate apologized, though not sounding apologetic at all. "It's cruel of me to say such things when you're going through such hard times."

"What are you talking about?" Carter asked cautiously.

"Well, your father of course," Kate took a glance at her friends, "I heard he's some Satan worshipping freak."

"Excuse me?" Carter retorted, locking her jaw and holding herself back from murdering the poor girl.

"I mean, it all kind of makes sense. Your clothes, your fucked up brain; you're from a completely fucked up, neurotic family." Kate smiled and flipped her hair out of her face. A small crowd had formed around the girls. "Wouldn't surprise me if you all end up dead in a ditch somewhere."

Carter didn't even have to stop and think about what she was doing; her fist just collided with Kate's face, breaking her nose and splattering blood droplets. Kate immediately burst into tears, clutching her nose and turning to her friends. A teacher rounded the group and ordered both of the girls to the principal's office.

Before Kate could pull up her lie, Carter called out, "Kate was insulting me. She said my clothes looked like they were from the trash, that I have a fucked up brain and family, and that my father is quote 'a Satan worshipping freak'." Carter took a deep breath and looked at Kate. "Which is completely ridiculous because my dad has been dead for two years now." Carter sat back in her seat, her arms folded, and stared at a spot on the wall behind Principal Hart's desk.

"My Kate would never say that!" Kate's mom announced.

Principal Hart held up his hand to silence her. "Kate, can you tell us what you think happened?"

Kate sat up in her seat and pulled back the ice pack. A bandage laid across the bridge of her nose. "Well, I was just grabbing my books, minding my own business, when Carter walked up and invited herself into our conversation. She said a bunch of horrible things to me, then just broke my nose for no reason!"

Carter locked her jaw and kept on staring at the wall. She certainly expected Kate to lie.

"You girls gave me two conflicting stories here, does either of you wish to change their story?" Principal Hart asked as has lifted up a disk. Neither of the girls changed. "Alright, why don't we watch and see?" He placed the disk in the computer and turned the screen so we all could see. "We had video cameras installed in all the hallways. Unfortunately, it doesn't have sound."

The recording played out, just as Carter explained. When it finished, everyone turned to Kate. "Well, it would appear that you told a lie, Kate," Principal Hart announced and pulled out a pad of paper. "Do you have anything to say?"

Kate placed the ice pack back on her nose and looked down, mumbling a "no."

"I'm giving you three after school detentions on account of your name calling. And Carter, you're being put on suspension for three days due to your physical abuse towards Kate. We have a no tolerance policy towards physical abuse, so that will be the best I can do for you," Principal Hart doled out and Carter's jaw dropped slightly. But she quickly snapped it shut and mumbled a "yes, sir." Principal Hart filled out the forms and typed a few things into his computer. Kate's mom was caressing her arm and her father was stone silent. Sam stared at his phone and quickly typed a response. He showed Carter the text from Dean stating they were hunting a ghost and he knew which one. If all went well, they both knew they'd be leaving by the morning.

Principal Hart turned back to the two families, "Any questions?" He handed the detention slips to Kate.

Sam cleared his throat and sat up. "Actually, Carter won't be attending this school anymore after her suspension is up," he said, and as an afterthought added, "We're leaving town."

"Is it because of the fight? You've only been at this school for a mere two weeks," Principal Hart asked, shocked.

Sam shook his head, "No, for family reasons. We never planned on staying long anyway."

Principal Hart looked both relieved that Carter was leaving and shocked by her departure. In all his years of being a principal, he'd never seen a family stay for such a short time. Sure, some kids stayed for only a month or two, but never for only two weeks. Sadly, he thought maybe that was why her file stated so many fights and disturbances, why it was so thick.

"Well," Principal Hart stated, "it was nice having you as a student here, even though it was short lived. A bit of advice I'd keep in mind if I were you is to stay out of trouble. You already have quite a thick file."

"Yes, sir," Carter stated softly.

"Kate," Principal Hart announced, "I'll see you in detention tomorrow after school. Good day, ladies."

Everyone stood up and grabbed their things. Carter and Sam were out the door first, followed by Kate and her parents. Kate's family didn't spare a glance at the Winchesters before they left out the main door towards home. The Winchesters followed slowly after, Sam texting Dean as he went.

"Am I in trouble?" Carter asked, regretfully.

Sam looked at his baby sister, her eyes staring sadly into his. He saw her innocence, her fragility and power at the same time. He knew she could stand to hear everything everyone thought about her, all the bad and scary, but it was still a moral breaker. He was a kid once, too. He heard all of the same words and punches. He wished she didn't have to hear it all, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

"She really say all those things to you?"

Carter nodded, "She expected to see our family dead in a ditch somewhere."

They waited on the curb for the purr of the impala; Sam towering gently over Carter. Dead leaves scattered themselves across the road, farther and farther with each gust of wind.

"Nah, I don't think you deserve to be in trouble," Sam finally decided. Carter looked up at him with a grand smile, one that shows all of her teeth and tongue. "But I do think I have to give you some kind of punishment for interrupting the case." Carter's shoulders slumped; Sam put his arm around her and pulled her into his side. "How about you be on research duty for the rest of this case?"

Carter looked up at him quizzically. "Isn't the case over, though?"

Sam shrugged with a smile, "Then I guess your punishment is over. Did you learn your lesson?" He was fully smiling by now.

Carter smiled back, "Definitely." She threw both arms around Sam and hugged him tightly. "Thanks, Sam."

"No problem, kiddo."

The familiar hum of the family car filled the parking lot. Dean pulled in, old rock music spilling from the car. Dean and Carter pulled apart and piled in; Sam in the passenger seat and Carter in the back, their respective seats. Dean didn't ask about the fight, didn't ask about anything that happened; Sam eventually told him later that night as they walked back from the graveyard. The older brother never judged and all three of them wiped the fight from their memories, as if it never happened.

Thanks for reading, all! I wasn't sure when I would have been able to post this chapter and I'm not quite sure when more chapters will be posted. I have an idea for the next chapter, but it might take me awhile to write. But, until then!