Disclaimer: Let me check…nope Winchesters still aren't mine but Kayla and Ryan are. At least that's something.

Chapter 6

Dean could hear the newscaster on the television as he came out of the bathroom. "And in local news, businessman, Robert Evans, was found dead in his car today. Authorities believe that he had a heart attack due to-"

Sam switched off the TV when he heard Dean enter the room. "Found what the medicine is for yet?" Dean asked while struggling to wear his sweatpants. Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers' predicament. "Yeah."

As Dean expected there was more. "So you never met her Ryan's sister before?"

"Nope, " Dean answered while he motioned Sam to throw him his shirt. "Why?"

Sam didn't say anything. "Oh God, she's not dying is she?"

"What? No, she's fine. Well not fine but she's-"

"Sam, you're rambling." Dean said sitting beside Sam.

"Oh, sorry." Dean just waved his hand. "So what are they for?"

"Schizophrenia." Deans' eyes narrowed and he turned to look at Sam. "Isn't that some kind of mental illness?"

Sam nodded and picked up the book in front of him. He opened a book-marked page. "Schizophrenia is a mental illness characterized by a distorted sense of reality, bizarre behavior and fragmentation of the personality."

"Huh?"

"Basically the patient has hallucinations or hears voices or both."

"So she's nuts."

"Dean…"

"Fine. Have you told this to Dad?"

"With the amount of time you took to bathe, I could have informed everyone on his call list."

Dean made a face. "A simple 'yes' would be enough, you know."

"But what I don't get is why does Dad want us to keep an eye on her?"

Dean shrugged. "No idea. But there must be a good reason"

"I wish he told us."

"Well, he didn't." Dean said while getting up. "So it's up to you to talk to her and find out what's so special about this chick."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." It took Sam awhile to realize what Dean had said. "Wait, what?"

Dean just looked innocently from the kitchen where he was about to prepare dinner. "What do you mean it's up to me to find out? Why don't you do it?"

"Because she's my friend's sister. It'd be kinda weird for me to take a sudden interest in her especially since I just found out about her today." Dean said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"That didn't stop you from flirting with Tara Smith two years ago."

"I was young and naive then. I'm much more mature now," replied Dean with a dignified voice.

"Whatever it is, I'm not doing it! That's that," said Sam with a the-talk-is-over tone. Dean had expected that and came up with a way to handle it.

"Then, they'll be no Egyptian exhibition for you." Sam's eyes widened. "Yeah, I saw your eyes sparkle when you read it in the news paper yesterday. I'm guessing that's why you were so worried about our finances."

Sam was lost for words. "So Sammy, do this and you get to go to the exhibition without Dad's knowledge. You know he won't allow you to go." Dean looked at his baby brother for a while. "If you don't I'll personally make sure that you won't get to go and you know I can do it."

Sam stared at Dean for a while before finally saying "That's blackmail."

Dean gave the most mischievous smile he could conjure. "Well little bro. Sometimes we just have to be creative." Sam continued staring at Dean before storming off to his room grumbling. Dean watched him leave the room before he resumed making dinner.

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Sam was still angry with Dean for making him do this. He didn't even know how she looked like. But that was the easy part. He would just have to go check last year's yearbook. He still had no idea on how was he going to talk to a 16-year old. (Dean had told him.) That was more of a Dean thing. 'She wouldn't even look at me.'

After checking the yearbook it made even less sense to keep an eye on her. As far as he could gather from the pictures she was in, she was a cheerful girl with many friends. Of course, it also didn't make sense that she had schizophrenia. Now, the next step was to find her and talk to her. How? He had no idea.

'God, I hate Dean.'

Sam located Kayla on her way to the cafeteria during lunch. She was talking to a guy while carrying a couple of books but they didn't seem to be enjoying the conversation. Sam decided to accidentally bump into her and see where things go from there. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards Kayla. He bumped into her, which caused the books to drop. They stood there for a split second looking at the fallen books.

"Shoot, I'm sorry." Kayla instantly looked up at upon hearing Sam's voice. Before she could reply, Sam felt someone pull his shirt and slam him against the nearest locker. It was the guy Kayla was talking to.

"Watch where you're going," he said.

Kayla started trying to pull him away from Sam. "Derek, what the hell were you doing?"

Sam could have easily pin Derek down on the floor but he didn't want that kind of attention.

"Let go of him. Now!" Kayla's voice was raised now and other students were looking at them. Noticing this Derek let go of Sam.

Kayla pulled him to face her. "Listen to me once and for all. We're over. Heck, we never even started. So stop disturbing me." Sam never saw anyone that angry before, unless they are dead.

"Leave!" Derek walked away looking distraught.

Kayla sighed before turning to Sam who was already done picking up her books.

"Thanks and sorry. You're not hurt are you?"

"No, I'm not. One question though, he's not your boyfriend is he?"

Kayla snorted. "Oh, puh-leez. I made a mistake of dancing with him once at a friends' party and he's hasn't left me alone since that."

Sam just smiled. Kayla looked at him with concern. "Are you sure you're OK? Derek's a jerk but he is tough."

Sam shook his head. "Really, I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

She looked at him with uncertainty. "If you're sure." She paused for a while before continuing. "Why don't I buy you lunch?"

"No, really it's fine."

Kayla looked at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Please. I wanna thank you for getting Derek off my back." Sam had no idea what to say. "At least do it so I'll have a clear conscience or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"I guess I don't have a choice."

Kayla's face lighted up. She thrust her hand in front. "I'm Kayla Williams by the way."

Sam shook her hand. "Sam Winchester."

Sam didn't notice her eyes narrow as he let go of her hand. "Winchester? You don't happen to have a brother named Dean, do you?" She asked as they started walking.

"Yeah, Dean's my brother. I didn't know that you've met him."

"I don't. Not personally. I've heard of him from my friends," she said as they walked into the cafeteria. "And my brother."

"Your brother?" Sam asked trying to sound clueless.

"Mmhmm, Ryan."

Sam deliberately nodded. "Dean told me about him."

"Ryan said that you guys move around a lot. Why?"

"Umm…"

"You don't have to tell if you don't want to."

"I don't mind. But we should grab our lunch first."

Sam knew exactly what to say because John always prepared a background story before moving to a new town. So Sam and Kayla spent the rest of lunch taking about that and how Derek went from dance partner to the guy in the hallway.

A/N:I noticed something yesterday. After uploading the fourth chapter, the hits on this story went up by almost a 1000. So thank you very much to every to everyone made that happen.

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