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Mrs. Debra Horton flitted around putting the finishing touches on her kindergarten classroom. Taping the last nametag down, she frowned. She hated having students added to her roll at the last minute. Why Samuel Winchester's father waited until the day before school to enroll his children was beyond her. He'd had a whole summer! What was his problem! She had run around like a chicken with its head cut off yesterday to get everything reorganized because of him. Mrs. Horton's room was always perfect. She had floor plans for different class sizes and adding a child at the last minute changed her entire room.

She hoped this Winchester child was worth the effort. Usually last minute children were troublemakers. They had been bounced around from one place or home to another and never had any type of stability. If Samuel was one of those, he was in for a rude awaking. Mrs. Horton ran an extremely tight ship. She didn't tolerate any misbehavior.

Pushing aside those thoughts, Mrs. Horton examined her room once more. Everything was in order and ready for the children. Straightening her shoulders, she marched to her door, ready to greet all her new students and parents.

The closer the impala got to its destination, the more nervous Sammy became. School had sounded like fun when Dean was telling him about it, but now he wasn't so sure. What if the kids didn't like him? What if his teacher was mean like the cat lady down the street? What would daddy do without Sam there to play with? Those questions and more were swirling around in Sam's brain making him feel sick. He scooted closer and snuggled against his big brother's side. Sensing his brother's distress, Dean pulled his little brother into a hug.

"What's a matter, runt?" he questioned. "I thought you were excited about school?"

"Do I have to go to school, Dean?" Sammy whispered, looking down at his hands. "What if something bad happens there?"

Hearing the question, John looked at his boys in the rearview mirror. He stayed silent, waiting to see how Dean handled the situation.

Dean took Sammy's chin in his hand and raised it so Sammy was looking him in the eye. Giving Sam his biggest grin, Dean said, "Dude, don't worry. As long as I'm around, nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you. I won't let it. Besides, you're gonna love school. Remember what we talked about. You'll have a nice teacher and friends. There'll be plenty of books to read and toys to play with and there's even a playground."

"And you'll be there, too. Right, Dean?" Sammy asked a small smile on his face.

"That's right. I'll be at that school, too." Dean replied.

"But what if the kids don't like me?" Sam continued.

"They'll like you, squirt." Dean told him. "And if anybody does pick on you, you run away and tell me. I'll take care of them."

"Thanks, Dean" Sammy said while hugging his brother.

John caught Dean's eye in the mirror and gave him a wink. Dean beamed back at his dad.

"Here we are, boys" John announced as he pulled into the school's parking lot. Taking both boys hands as they climbed out of the car, John led them into the school. After, checking the school layout, they headed down kindergarten hall to meet Sam's teacher.

They stopped outside the colorful door of room W-8. Sammy stared in awe at the beautiful farm scene. He wondered why someone had written on all the animals until he spotted his name written on cow.

"Look!" he shouted. "That's my name!"

"Geez, dude not so loud. You're inside, remember?" Dean gently scolded.

"Sorry, Dean" Sammy quietly said.

"It's okay, kiddo." John told him. "Come on, let's go meet your teacher." The three Winchesters walked into the classroom where Sam's teacher was waiting for them.

"Good morning" Mrs. Horton greeted them. "My name is Mrs. Horton. Welcome to kindergarten!"

"Morning" John replied. "I'm John Winchester and these are my boys, Dean and Sammy."

Dean stepped up beside his dad. Reaching behind John, he pulled Sam out of his hiding spot. "Good morning, Mrs. Horton" he said while nudging Sam toward his teacher.

Sam looked from his teacher to his family and back. He carefully scrutinized his teacher. Mrs. Horton looked like the lady in that movie "The Rescuers" that Pastor Jim took him to see. He wondered if she was mean to kids like the lady in the movie. Sammy was starting to feel sick again.

After a few seconds of silence, John spoke up. "Sammy, isn't there something you want to say to your teacher?"

"Yeah, cristo" Dean thought, smiling. He knelt down and whispered into Sam's ear.

Smiling shyly, Sammy looked up and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Horton. I'm Sammy."

Mrs. Horton bent down to Sam's eye level. "Nice to meet you, Samuel. We're going to have a great year in kindergarten. She extended her hand to Sam. "Why don't you come with me so your father can take your brother to his own classroom?

Sam was reaching for Mrs. Horton's hand when he heard the last sentence. Dropping his hand, Sammy turned and threw his arms around Dean. "You're staying, right, Dean? You said you were going to be here, too." He cried.

Dean gently pulled Sam away from him so he could look at his face. "Don't worry, little man. I'm just going to be down the hall. You'll be fine in here with Mrs. Horton" Dean told him. "He better be or I'll salt and burn her ass." He thought.

"Your brother's right, Samuel" Mrs. Horton stated. "We're going to have a great time together. Come on now. Tell your father and brother good bye and let's go find your desk."

John knelt down, pulled Sam in for a hug, and whispered, "Dean and I have to go now, Sammy. Go with your teacher and have a good first day. We'll see you this afternoon, and you can tell us all about the fun you had. Alright, kiddo?"

Sam held onto his daddy for a minute before letting go. "Okay, daddy." He said. With a sad smile, Sammy watched his family walk away. When they were out of sight, he turned and let the teacher led him to his desk. He groaned as he saw a picture of Barney and Baby Bop to color. It was going to be a long day.