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Disclaimer: Do I have to write a disclaimer for every chapter? Ah well, better safe than sorry. I don't own Dean, Sam, the impala or any other characters you recognize.

(And yes, I classify the impala as a character!)

At first Dean had thought that Eric was just another preppy honour roll student, bent on making the school year as little fun as possible. But after several days of casual tutoring, Dean actually found his dark and twisted form of humour much to his liking. In a strange way, the undersized boy kind of reminded him of Sam. With the main exception being that Eric couldn't catch a ball or throw a decent punch to save his life.

Over the past week or so Eric's initial thoughts about Dean had taken a 180° turn around, and he forced himself to accept the ludicrous notion that he actually liked Dean Winchester. He was funny, non-judgemental and he didn't seem to care about his rep. While most kids wouldn't be caught dead even talking to him Dean didn't even mind walking around the hallways with him. For some reason rather than making people hate him, people gravitated even more to the bizarre Winchester, especially girls. They seemed to think he was being very selfless and heroic taking on the geek's case. And Eric supposed, in a way he was.

Even more on the plus-side, bullies didn't dare pick on him when he was with Dean, and sometimes even the cheerleaders would be nice to him in the hopes he would pass on a good message to the older Winchester.

The only problem Eric had was his own insecurities. Surely if it wasn't a requirement to not be expelled, Dean wouldn't even bother talking to him. In fact Eric supposed that as soon as the allotted tutoring sessions were over, things would go back to the way they were. This was a very grim thought for him.

There was also the matter of Dean's little brother Sam. He had met him briefly on one occasion and he was likable enough. In fact he was like a better looking, more charming and more fit version of him. And Dean practically doted on him.

So while things were pretty decent now, especially while he was in the company of one Dean Winchester he knew that they couldn't stay that way. Because undeniably when given the choice between hanging with his little brother, his many girlfriends, his car, and Eric, well lets just say he would be number four on that list.

But for the time being things were going quite well, and that's the thought Eric focused on.

Sam walked down the hallway feeling torn. His father had located one of the vampires they were hunting, and they planned a brief trip to take it out this weekend. It would not take much time at all, providing that the hunt went well. The only problem is that Sam was participating in a spelling bee on Saturday for his English class. The student who received the highest mark on the test was offered a place at the annual spelling bee. It was between all the schools in the district, and if he won he was guaranteed an A in the class. Sam was sure he could pull off an "A" even without the spelling bee but he never turned down a challenge.

Plus his teacher had told him the theme for the competition. Words deriving directly from the Latin language, Sam thought happily.

So while his father had grudgingly told Sam that hunting one vampire could easily be accomplished by two skilled hunters and that Sam could partake in the competition, Sam was still undecided. He remembered those dreaded days when he was too young to hunt and he was left waiting anxiously in the hotel rooms, sitting in a salt circle and hoping his only family returned safe. It wasn't a memory he was too fond of.

In his reverie, Sam knocked strait into Eric Gaston, knocking the older boys books everywhere.

" I'm so sorry!" Sam blurted out, feeling terrible. He quickly bent down and helped Eric collect all his books. Eric looked up for the first time through his bangs and smiled.

"Thanks Sam." He began, " It's not often that the person who knocks my books over actually helps me pick them up."

Sam smiled back apologetically. "Do you want to walk with me to the cafeteria?"

Noel sat in her office thinking seriously about the recent additions to the student body. Namely those of Sam and Dean Winchester. None of it seemed to make any sense. In many respects they were just like the other students. Dean was a cocky flirt who seemed to get along really well with all kinds of kids and a total slacker in his classes. Sam was a strait "A" student, whom all his teachers loved, and who made friends easily. Both excelled athletically.

And yet they weren't normal. Normal wasn't beating up two bullies in under ten seconds, and barely batting an eyelash. Normal wasn't the smug rebel Dean sitting in his Latin class and suddenly spewing fluent and perfect Latin which was later translated by the professor into a wide variety of insults. Normal wasn't an excellent student hiding his 100% test grade paper from his father, because "there was no point in showing it to him."

So while the Winchester boys were seemingly normal they were definitely not average. And Noel decided she would find out why.