Meanwhile, in room 428 of the hallways of fourth grade classrooms, Michael Keller stood in front of his new class for the next three months, backpack slung over one shoulder, hands safely tucked away in the pockets of his faded blue jeans, dark blue t-shirt slightly wrinkled, not giving half a damn about his repeated intro as Michael Keller; the new student in our class!

"Michael, is there anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" Mrs. Connolly asked, hoping he'd say something so she'd know something herself about her new student.

Michael just shrugged and said, "What's there to know?"

Dean Winchester, sitting in the back of the class just like he wanted to, leaning back in his chair, one foot on his desk, snickered. Maybe this new kid was alright…maybe.

"Well, maybe where you're from or maybe something about your family?" Mrs. Connolly suggested.

Well Michael wasn't about to say where he was from. That was none of their business. "I'm 10. And I have a little brother to look out for." Michael shrugged like it was no big deal. He was sure just about everyone else in the class had the same, if not, similar stories; 10, and a sibling. "…Which is also why I am late. I'm sorry, ma'am. My little brother has separation anxiety issues. I didn't want to leave him in panic mode. He already hated being the new kid."

Mrs. Connolly nodded, understanding the situation. Having three small children at home of her own, she knew exactly how difficult separation anxiety was on both the child and the care giver. So she let Michael's tardiness slide before she offered him one of the empty seats.

Michael nodded, pulling one of his hands out of his pocket to snake his fingers around his backpack strap. He chose to sit in the back, right next to Dean.

"What was with that apology?" Dean wondered.

"My dad always tells me to show respect to those with higher authority. This way when it comes time for them to do you a favor, they're more likely to get it when you ask for it," Michael explained. "'Sides, my little brother is way more important than being on time to some class I gotta sit through for three more months." He shrugged.

Dean nodded, knowing the feeling of being the protective older brother all too well. Nothing mattered more to him than Sammy. Not even Dean's next breath of air.

"So how old is your brother?" he asked as Mrs. Connolly began carrying on with the morning's lesson, but not after making sure Michael was caught up from his last school's curriculum.

"He's six. Why?"

"No reason." Dean shrugged. "Just…I have a little brother. He's six too."

"You're not the first person I met with a kid sibling…" Michael said.

"Don't get too excited. Neither are you," Dean threw back.

"Well, then I guess we found some common ground, didn't we?" Michael threw in a smug look.

"Sammy's a good kid. You better keep in mind if I found out that you or your brother start messing with him, you're gonna have a lot more common ground with the people below the grass!"

"I can say the same for you and your brother. Last two punks who tried to tag team against my brother got more than matching black eyes and bloody noses," Michael said, wondering if he should add this Dean punk and his kid brother, Sammy, to his list of enemies to keep closer alongside that Charlie brat in his brother's class. "…Lemme ask you something. Does your brother happen to have a brat named 'Charlie' in his class?"

"Don't even get me started on him. That kid has one more shot to leave my brother the hell alone before I take a shot to his head," Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's all I needed to know. Thanks," Michael said, smirking before turning around and facing the front of the class.

'Maybe this kid isn't so bad after all…' Dean thought.