I'm glad you're all enjoying this. I don't normally write this much for one story, so let me know if it's getting too wordy at certain part!

The next update won't be this quick, just so you know.

This chapter goes out to supernaturalrenegade, for being amazingly awesome and making me smile like a madman! Thanks!

Beta: Little Miss Artist
Warnings: See chapter 1
Disclaimer: If owned it I would be sticking my ideas in episodes not in fanfic :)
Word Count: 2,110
Chapter: 2/20

Textus

Chapter 2: New Kid

The scenery blurred past the window as the black muscle car sped down the highway. Sam was lost in his thoughts as he stared out the window.

The morning had started bad enough. As far as Sam could tell both John and Dean were still mad at him and as if that weren't bad enough, his duffle had come back with a vengeance.

The strap, which had been ripped in their fight the previous night, decided it would not tolerate such abuse and halfway to the car, gave out completely. When the duffle had hit the ground, several items tumbled out of the partially zipped top which had been closed in a hurry. The item at the top of the bag had been Sam's sneakers. Sam owned two pairs of shoes. The ones he was currently wearing were the ones he wore on hunts and were more comfortable for that reason. However, they were covered in mud and even tiny specks of blood and, as such, they couldn't be worn to school. But Sam's already falling apart school shoes came off rather worse for wear after the small tumble down the stone driveway. They were still wearable, but they'd need to be replaced soon.

Once Sam had managed to get his stuff together, they'd gotten in the car and drove in an incredibly tense silence for several hours.

Soon they'd be in a new town, hopefully staying long enough to enroll Sam in school.

Dean and John didn't understand his love of school. It wasn't so much the actual schoolwork that he enjoyed, though he did find history fascinating, but more the sense of normality. The chance to be with teens his own age and to talk about something other than hunting; to be able to stress about something other than whether he'd be able to shoot well enough to save his skin should the need arise. It was just so…average and Sam reveled in every minute of it he could get.

Plus, school meant friends. When it came down to it, Dean was really his best friend, but he was also his brother. Sam had learned not to make too many friends at school and to not draw too much attention to himself. That way, when they left, as they always did, it wouldn't hurt as much to leave and his absence wouldn't be the whole talk of the school. But it was still nice to have one or two.

The car slowed down a bit as John took the exit on the right and pulled around the curve of the exit. The town seemed small, but not too small. Not small enough that everyone knew everyone, but enough that any local could probably name at least one person who lived on any given street. Most of the houses were ranch-style houses, but not in a seedy way. If Sam had to pick only one word to describe it, he'd probably choose peaceful or friendly. The only thing that didn't seem inviting about it was a pair of sneakers hanging all alone from a telephone wire. What they were doing there was anyone's guess.

But of course, they drove right past all that until they were into the outskirts of the town. They pulled onto a small road that sloped up a short hill and out of view. They followed the road all the way until it came to a stop in front of a small, brown house. By the looks of it, it was most likely a one story with no basement. However, it was still nicer than their average joint. There was a small white porch on the front that even had little welcome mat in front of the door.

Dean whistled as he came around the car and got a good look at it. John shot him a glare, but explained nonetheless.

"Apparently the guy is pretty rich and stays mostly at his home in Florida, but comes up every now and then. While he's gone he rents it out very cheaply so I thought it was a good deal. What do you think?"

"So we're staying for a while then?" Sam asked eagerly. John looked over at him with a mix of amusement and annoyance.

"Yeah, we're staying.I'm pretty sure there's a werewolf here, but it's about three weeks before the next full moon, so we're here until then. Plus there's a potential hunt nearby that Bobby wants me to take a look at."

Sam could have jumped for joy, but settled on a small smile.

"Dean, help your brother with the bags while I get the door unlocked," John instructed as he headed for the porch.

"This is going to be awesome," Dean said as they went to get the stuff from the trunk. Sam faltered in mid-step.

When he and John fought, they usually went back to normal by the next morning because it was such a regular occurrence. But with Dean…usually grudges were held for longer, sometimes up to a week if they were both in a pissy mood. So Sam was surprised Dean was already over it, not that he wanted to be fighting.

"It's like an actual house and everything," Dean said as he scooped up his own bag as well as their dad's, completely unaware of Sam's surprised look.

As Dean passed Sam by on his way to the house, he winked – truce?

Sam couldn't help but smile and wink back – truce.

Feeling considerably happier, Sam grabbed his own bag and the weapons bag out of the trunk before shutting it gently. Once Sam had slammed the trunk apparently too hard for Dean's liking because Dean flipped out. At Dean's eighteenth birthday last year, John had promised him the impala as soon as he had found another car. It was a while before John had been able to find and afford a car, but he had eventually found a truck, which was currently waiting for them at Bobby's. They hadn't been close enough to Bobby's yet to be able to make a detour there to get the truck, but Sam was pretty sure their dad intended to go once they left here as a surprise present for Dean.

As Sam made his way to the house, he couldn't help but think that this hunt would be different from the rest, hopefully better.

Two days later found Sam walking nervously to his first class of the day. He was once again the New Kid. As hard as it was, Sam was better at it than most. He'd gotten used to it.

Sam opened the door slowly and peeked in. The teacher appeared to be in the middle of a sentence, but stopped immediately when he saw Sam.

The teacher was somewhat tall and was wearing a striped, short sleeved button up shirt with a bright red tie. He was mostly bald with a bit of grey hair on the sides to match his grey mustache.

"Hello, you must be our new student!" the man said cheerily. "Come on in, don't be shy." Sam stepped in, feeling all the eyes on him. He knew each and every person in this room was looking him up and down, already making judgments about him based on his look, determining which high school social class he fell into. Sam wasn't sure what exactly they were deciding about him, but it was probably poor nerd or something similar. At fifteen, Sam was tall and thin and his clothes, mostly hand-me-downs from Dean were somewhat baggy on him. Although he was catching up to his brother in height, he was behind in muscle.

"You're Sam, correct?" the man asked. Sam gave a small nod. "Well, Sam, I'm Mr. Newman. Class," he said, turning back to address the other 20 or so students in the room, "let's make Sam feel welcome, alright? There's a seat in the back you can have," Mr. Newman said, once again addressing Sam.

Every single eye in the room followed him as he walked to the back and slid into the last seat.

"Would someone grab Sam a text book from the back please?" The girl sitting in front of him complied and handed him a faded green textbook labeled Global Affairs. The teacher informed Sam of what chapter they were on before continuing his lecture on the French Revolution.

Unlike most students, Sam dreaded the lunch bell. For most it was a long needed reprieve from class, but for Sam it meant a whole new type of social hell. After all, in a lunch room of cliques and best friends, where was a friend-less new kid to sit?

Like usual, Sam ended up sitting by himself at a rather dirty table at the back that was apparently the outcast table as it didn't even seemed to be cleaned regularly.

As much as Sam enjoyed school and the normalcy it provided, the first day was always the hardest and Sam was eager to get out. As luck would have it, it started to rain not ten minutes before the final bell.

Dean was once again working at the local garage and John was…somewhere. Maybe also working at the garage or maybe working on a hunt, either way he rarely ever got Sam from school. So Sam would be forced to walk home in the rain, though thankfully it was only about twenty minutes away.

Just as Sam was exiting school ground several people came up behind him.

"Hey, new kid," someone with a deep voice called. Sam turned around to see three larger teenagers standing menacingly in an arc around him. The middle one Sam recognized from Mr. Newman's class.

Mr. Newman was the type of teacher who never liked to tell students they were wrong. If you didn't know the answer, Mr. Newman would do the 'can someone help blank-blank out?' thing instead of just admiting you were wrong. And when Mike hadn't been able to answer the question, Sam had been picked as the unlucky victim to 'help' Mike,

"You think you're real smart, do ya?"

Even though Sam was a pretty good fighter, three guys, who happened to be significantly larger than him, versus one weren't great odds for anyone. He may have been able to hold off two of them, but three of them…he'd most likely be beaten to a pulp. And that wasn't exactly on his to-do list for anytime soon.

"No, I'm not real smart, you're just real dumb," Sam said, feeling gusty. Wouldn't Dean be proud.

"You little piece of shit!" Mike snarled before throwing a punch. Sam skillfully dodged, but knew it was time to get out of there. He threw a hard punch at Mike's midsection, which he failed spectacularly to dodge, then took off running while they were distracted. One of these days, when it wasn't raining and he wasn't quite as new to the area, he'd show them just how good a fighter he was. Though, he'd have to find a way to only fight two at a time because any more and he'd be setting himself up for failure.

His feet slapped the wet cement hard and his shoes provided little comfort causing his feet to ache. He doubted they'd follow him. Why bother when he'd be at school the next day, up for the taking? But he still didn't slow.

Only when the small hill came into view did he slow down. It was actually quite nice to have an actual house to come back to. Glad to finally get out of the rain, Sam entered without thought and went straight for the kitchen. He dropped his soaking bag down on the table and then headed right to the bathroom. Nothing sounded better than a warm shower at that moment.

Just as Sam stepped out of the shower, feeling much better, a voice rang through the house.

"Sam! Get your ass in here!" Would had he done now?

Feeling somewhat foolish, Sam wrapped a towel around himself and made his way into the living room where a pissed-as-hell John stood.

"What is this?"

"Wha-" Sam trailed off as he followed John's gaze to the floor. Right across the floor in the kitchen were big muddy tracks where he'd walked with his soaked shoes.

"Sorry…I-I didn't realize I was leaving tracks," Sam said lamely.

"Obviously. Get dressed then I want this mess cleaned up and get your dirty school bag off the table!" he snapped.

"Yes Sir," Sam said obediently. Now was not a good time for a fight, especially since he was guilty as charged.

Sam shuffled back to the third bedroom in the house, which had been dubbed his. After getting dressed, Sam sent a longing look at his duffle. Between homework and cleaning the kitchen, he'd have no time to draw.

Sam sighed. The dog would just have to wait to be finished.

TBC...

Review Replies: Originally, I wasn't going to do this, but for some reason my computer is having trouble letting me send PMs (which include review replies) so this is how I'm gonna do it!

Judyann: Thank you for the birthday wishes. You know me, I'm a sucker for a teenchester! Glad you liked the description because I must admit I wasn't really sure what to say for that.

Catoon Cow:Aww, that was so sweet! Thanks for that! Sam is certainly tough, but everyone has a breaking point *evil smile*

Shadow496:Can I just say wow? I think that's the longest review I've ever gotten, even if it was mostly ranting :) I agree with you 100% about the Winchester boys deserving more than being dragged around by their father. That is one thing I enjoy about writing pre-series stories is you can kind of make the characters do what you want because no one knows for sure exactly what they were like. I apologize if John seemed like too much in the last chapter, but personally, I'm not a huge John fan anyway. And poor Dean always stuck in the middle. I don't mind the rant, I agree with you anyway. That ticked me off a bit in the 6th season – I do know that Sam asked Dean to live an apple pie life but (after getting so upset of Sam leaving) Dean was so incredibly reluctant to leave even once Sammy was back from the pit. Anyway, glad you enjoy and you certainly seem to be agreeing with Sam in my story so that's good!

1xadzy3dgftw1xLSNx3dgixMGG: First off, I hope I managed to copy your penname down right! Any chance MGG stands for Matthew Gray Gubler? That was just the first thing that came to mind. Anyway, I also hate when Dean and Sam fight. I do feel bad for Dean though, being in the middle of John and Sam's fights. That's why they made up in this chapter, I just couldn't keep them at odds for long! Thanks for reviewing!

Loucheena: Thank you for pointing that out! No one else seems to ever realize that! John started hunting for revenge, not to save people. Sam and Dean didn't have a choice. I can understand Dean because he remembers his mother's death, but not Sam. He's not as personally tied to hunting so I think it makes sense that he'd want out. Thank you for reviewing (man I love long reviews like that!)

jayfeather63: I know right? Sam's long fingers would be perfect! Like in the episode, 'Home', when he draws the tree, that a very good tree! Though we see in 'Bedtime Stories' (when he draws a stick figure) that maybe he's not the best at anything that he cant' clearly picture in his mind (keep that in mind as it comes up later in the story) Thanks for reviewing!

parakeet: I'm apologize you feel this story is a waste of your time, but seeing as other people certainly seem to be enjoying it, I will not be taking it down. Also, just so you know there is a review posted in chapter one (after yours obviously) that addresses you.

supernaturalrenegade: Thank you for your double review. I must say, both of them made me smile. I wasn't going to update until around Monday, but you completely inspired me to post today. Also, thank you for defending me (as well as taking the time to do so!) Hope you like this chapter as well!

Animefouryou, LeighAnnWallace, casammy, TinTin11: Thank you for taking the time to review and I promise I'll update soon!