Truman High School November 1997
Everyone's attention was drawn to the sleek black car as it pulled up to the sidewalk, whether or not they knew it was a 1967 Chevy Impala. Two kids climbed out and strode around to the much smaller boy on the other side, one on either side of the freshman. "Thanks, Dad," the senior boy called as the blonde girl took an envelope from the driver. She was at her little brother's side instantly, a messenger bag slung over the shoulder of her khaki colored jacket. "Got your lunch?" the older boy asked both of them, looking up from the smaller boy to meet his younger sister's eyes. Both nodded, though the girl was distinctly aware that her elder brother was carrying nothing but a knife in his jacket.
"Books?" she checked, knowing he'd brought all the books he'd need. Again, the littlest sibling nodded as the girl's hand fell to her own bag.
"Butterfly knife?" Dean asked both of them.
"Yeah, Dean," they chorused, but the elder brother could easily distinguish the resignation in Sammy's voice from the acceptance in Kim's.
"You okay?"
Kim met Dean's eyes when she saw that their younger brother was trying to avoid looking at them as he replied, "Sure."
"Sammy?" Dean stopped Sammy easily, stepping in front of him and turning to face him. Kim stood beside them, hand on Sammy's shoulder.
Sammy sighed, but faced Dean anyway. "I mean, look, this is the third school we've been to this year and it's only November. I'm just sick of always being the new kid."
"You'll be fine. If anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know," Dean assured him, then turned green eyes on Kim. "Goes for you too." She nodded and he refocused on Sammy. "Relax. Dad said this hunt will take him two weeks, tops. As soon as he gets back, we're out of here."
"To another school," Sammy sighed, and Kim frowned at Dean. That was exactly what Sammy didn't want. He wanted to stay put and keep his feet on the ground. "Awesome."
Dean and Kim turned as Sammy pushed between his older siblings. They watched him trudge into their new school, and Dean sighed. "Try not to cause too much trouble this time, please?" Kim teased, nudging him before she too walked away. Dean shook his head at her, and followed her into a school they'd one day return to on a hunt of their own.
**SUPERNATURAL**
Kim shoved through the crowd to stand at the edge of the ring of students in time to see the kid in black punch her little brother. She went to step forward only for Sammy to look up at her and shake his head, anger clenched tight in his jaw. Kneeling, she picked up the notebook and folder he'd dropped, waiting at his shoulder when he stood.
**SUPERNATURAL**
"That kid's dead!" Dean snarled, pacing in front of the bleachers where his younger siblings sat. Neither had told him about Dirk punching Sammy, but he'd found out from the ever so reliable web of teenage gossip. Kim ignored her older brother, instead settling for running her fingers continuously through Sammy's hair. She didn't care one way or the other how long they stayed at Truman. It was just like any other high school she'd been at for the last three years.
**SUPERNATURAL**
She'd stood on the sidelines when Sammy had given Dirk a beat down. Then the bully had scurried by her, and she'd looked up to see Sammy standing triumphant in a ring of kids.
Nodding to her little brother to get on the bus, she sighed, looking over her shoulder to see the proud smirk on Dean's face.
**SUPERNATURAL**
Standing at the corner, Kim saw everything while been seen by no one. It was her way of seeing the corridor of high fives Sammy walked through. She also saw Amanda turn her back on Dean and leave behind a crowd of disdain. It was from that corner that she saw her older brother moving her way only to pause and pull out their cell phone. The relief on Dean's face sent her after Sammy, getting to him just before he walked into class. "Dad," she told him, watching the disappointment flash across his face.
It didn't take long for the three of them to gather out front, waiting for the Impala. Dean paced, agitated and rearing to leave this town behind. Sam was still and reluctant to go as he sat on the bench. Kim stood between them, patient and torn between the contrast of her two brothers. When the Impala finally rumbled up to the curb, Dean practically ran to the passenger side. Kim followed, stopping halfway to look back at her little brother as he waved to the only real friend he'd made here. "Sammy?" she called as he ignored Dean's holler.
If he'd been a puppy, his tail would be tucked between his legs and his ears as low as he could get them. He didn't want to leave, but they all knew they had to. There was no changing Dad's mind.