AN. To all of you who're reading this, I thank you. You guys are really great. Also, apologies in advance; I am not familiar with the American school system, so if you guys could help me out here, I would love you forever. (I probably will anyway, but still.)
Sam was curious. The neighbours across the road seemed to have quite a few kids – seven if he'd counted right. Two of them looked in their twenties, one of them looked eighteen, another looked seventeen, the only daughter he'd seen looked Dean's age, as did another of the boys and, he guessed the last one was around his age but his height was really throwing him off. Sam understood that he was tall for a fourteen year old, but, this kid seemed unbelievably short. Unfortunately, he had had no time to go over and introduce himself to the family, as he and Dean had spent the last week unpacking. Sam was hoping to have just been able to leave his things packed, but John had insisted he unpack them. Dean being his usual uncaring self had just tipped his things onto the floor and kicked them around a little to clear a path from the door of his room to his bed. Sam, on the other hand, had taken his time in unpacking, making sure everything had a place and that everything looked tidy.
After that initial week of unpacking, he still had no time to introduce himself, as the two boys had to start their new school. On Monday morning, Sam and Dean piled into the backseat of the Impala, their dad driving him to the local high school. The two headed straight to the office to collect their time tables once the car stopped. Dean made his way to his first hour class, Science, and Sam headed to his, PE.
Sam wandered round the school as he attempted to find the PE block, having not mastered how to read maps yet. His brow was furrowed, and his head down, staring at the map, as he walked.
"Lost?" A voice asked, making him stop. His brown eyes rested on a pair of white sneakers for a few moments before they travelled upwards, coming to see the short boy from across the road. The boy had honey coloured eyes that shone slightly with a hint of mischief, and hair that was a mixture between blond and brunet. He wore loose jeans, and a grey V-neck shirt, and he held himself with an air of care freeness.
"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for the PE department." Sam nodded hesitantly, not quite trusting those mischievous eyes.
"Brilliant! That's where I'm headed too. Gabriel, by the way. Novak, if ya want to be formal." The boy grinned, turning on his heel and beckoning for Sam to follow him.
"Sam. Sam Winchester." Sam answered, following him slowly. Gabriel's grin widened as they reached the PE department.
"You go get changed, Sammy boy." Gabriel grinned, holding the door open for him. "I'll make myself useful and give you and alibi for being so late."
"Uh, what about you?"
"Don't need one. Teachers are used to me by now. One thing, Sammy, don't let the rules hold you back or your time here is going to be very boring."
