This was the part she and Sam hated most about hunting, starting over somewhere else as the new guy. Dean had a knack for charming the pants off anything with a set of mammary glands, and making the guys want to be him. It was a skill set she envied. She hitched her book bag up higher and turned toward Sam with a sigh. Dean was a Senior and they were stuck playing the roller of lower class. She always tried to put on a show for Sam, boost his confidence, and set him at ease. He was still finding himself and growing into his body. It made for tough going in high school, so he needed the extra boost. She was okay where she was at. Not the prettiest. Her body was bigger than the fashion called for, and she was older than her age. The lame lines and girl gossip didn't jive. It ended her labeled the oddity. She'd made her peace with it.
"You ready Sammy?"
"Yeah." He mumbled and kicked at the grass.
"Come on, it'll be fun." She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and started to walk up the stairs. "I looked into this place before we came, they have a killer academic program. It should keep that big brain of your challenged. No boredom like last time. Man, that school was snooze city."
"You mean that entire town." He offered up a small smile and she grinned.
"Yeah."
Whispers dodged their footsteps. Sam's slighter frame stiffened. She looked up and sent an angry glare at the gaggle of blonde girls gathered on the sidelines. They quickly glanced away and she smirked. No one made her little brother feel uncomfortable and got away with it when she was there. Dean had a more … hands on approached but she preferred subterfuge. They walked through the double doors and found their way to the front office where Dean lounged against the door. He had on a pair of worn jeans, a white t-shirt and the well worn brown leather jacket. His collar was flipped up and a smirk lined its lip. The sight did funny things to her stomach. She looked away ashamed. What kind of pervert gets their jollies off to their brother?
She'd always known her brother was gorgeous, but lately…
"Took you two long enough."
"All the cool kids are fashionably late anyways, right Sammy?"
"Yeap."
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Okay smart asses, let's get inside and register."
"Yes Dad." She rolled eyes.
"Hey lose the attitude sister." He leaned in . "You surfing the crimson tide or something?" he whispered.
"Or something," She agreed.
He looked perplexed. Guilt forced her gaze down. She was being a bitch, but right now she needed the distance that aloofness provided. Dean had a way of pulling secrets out of her, and this one needed to stay buried until the crush subsided. Dad said they'd be here for awhile, she'd redirect attention to someone else. Maybe even score a first date and pretend to be normal.