Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters or the impala. (They are on my Christmas wish list.)
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Also thanks to I'mcalledZorro for all your help. You rock!!!
Chapter 2
It has been a month since the Winchesters had moved to Dawson and the daily activities returned to normal. Dean and Sam would go to school, come back, finish their homework, practice hunting and help John with any research that needs to be done for a hunt. On weekends, Dean would clean weapons, practice with Sam or, like he already did twice, hang out with friends. Dean usually made friends in school by the end of the first week no matter where they were. He always made sure to make friends with anybody who seems interested. This gave him access to the whole school and being the senior this year made it even better.
As usual as well, a lot of girls swooned over him. Dean of course loved the attention he got from them. Luckily, there were no jealous boyfriends this time around. That had happened a couple years back. So every time they move, John reminds Dean not to get in trouble because of them - not again, anyway. To be on the safe side, Dean doesn't pay attention to the girls. Well, not most of them.
Sam however was a different matter. It didn't take him long to make friends as well but this time he had none. He was reluctant to make friends, not wanting to leave them again. He talked to his classmates and did everything necessary to get by his classes. So for the past month Sam became a loner in school. He'll eat lunch alone unless someone wants to talk to him or spend his time in the library. Dean did sit with him at first, even after the first week but his friends would come over to talk to him so Sam decided that Dean should just eat with his friends.
Dean tried to talk to Sam, even John did but without success. As a final solution, Dean wanted to knock some sense into him. He told this to John after breakfast one morning. Sam was already waiting for him outside.
"Leave it, he'll be fine," said John looking up from an article about a recent death in town.
"Dad, you haven't seen him in school, it's like he doesn't even try to talk to anybody."
"Dean, I know you're worried," he replied while getting up from his seat. "Sammy's just going through a phase. He'll get over it."
"I hope so," Dean sighed. "Anyway, I better get going. I'm supposed to meet Ryan before school." Ryan was one of Dean's current friends along with Josh, Mark and Aaron.
"Yeah, I should too," John said grabbing his keys.
John was back working as a mechanic. He did it because they needed the money. And anyway, they planned to stay at least until Dean graduates. He didn't need the counselors at school to bug his boys about his occupation. Luckily, he met one of his friends from the marines, Rick Carlson. Rick had a shop in town and needed some extra help. So John did part-time to make it easier for him to go on hunts.