At nightfall they arrived to Wendystone and Dean was "sleeping like a little angel", in Charlie's words.

The young Dean woke her maternal instincts, that she could have sworn that she hadn't, and looked him tenderly.

They had searched online and the only job that the school was offering was for a computer teacher. So Charlie will present for employment and she watch over the other teachers ...

Sam, as tutor of Dean, will enroll him in the High School and he take advantage to interrogate the Principal. Then he will go talk to the families of the murdered boys, pretending to be the father of a classmate of their children concerned about the terrible events.

Dean will cover the researching of fellow of the children deceased. The plan looked good.

Dean had won the race with a "Ha!" of successful and he had occupied the front seat of the Impala.
Now he slept covered with Sam's jacket, so Charlie leaned forward to speak to Sam quietly .
"Sam, stop in the next mall that you can see."
"What for?"
"To buy school's material, silly. You would not want Dean will go to school tomorrow with nothing? What kind of father are you?" She mocked.

"You're right, Charlie, I had not thought about it." Sam realized. "I will stop and we will buy school supplies and food for breakfast."
"I'm not want waking the boy, he sleeping so comfortable ... If you don't mind you stay with him in the car because I can take care of everything."
"Okay!" Sam agreed. "Buy milk and cereals for Dean's breakfast."
"He would want pie ..."
"Dean always wants cake. But it is not healthy for him."
"Okay, Mr. Dad responsible." Charlie replied sarcastically to him.
"Less jokes, Charlie."

With their purchases already made they came to the motel and Dean has not woke up yet, so Sam gently shook his shoulder.
Dean mumbled something unintelligible that sounded like "shitabitmorsampleassss" and he continued to sleep.
So that Sam shook him more vigorously and Dean jumped up:
"What! ¿Sammy okay? You're hurt?"
"We've arrived Dean."
"Luckily. the journey has been very long." He said while stretching himself.
"You've spent half the trip sleeping."
"Woaa ... you exaggerate! I just closed my eyes for a little while."
"A little while? You closed your eyes well over an hour ago." Said Charlie.
"Hmmm! I was... meditating ...?"
Sam gave him an affectionate blow on the nape.
"He thinks musing is the same thing that snoozing" Sam laughed.
"Come on, let's get our luggage from the trunk and go to our rooms. Tomorrow there early for school, Dean." he said with mocking singsong.
"For school, for school ... It seems to you very funny. Does not it, Sam?"
"I can not deny that I find this funny." Sam shrugged.
"You know you're a bitch, right?"
"And you a Jerk."

Carrying with their luggage they went to their rooms.
Charlie wished them good night, with a kiss to everyone and went into her room.
Sam and Dean entered into their room and dropping his bags down, collapsed in their respective beds.
"I'm really tired." said Sam, "Dean wash your teeth, wear your piyama and go to the bed."
"Damn Sam! You could pass it to me for a day."
"Deaaaaan!"
"Ok, ok! Like you say." Dean resigned and picking up his toilet things and his piyama of his bag, he got into the tiny bathroom.
When he left Sam had fallen asleep on the bed.
Dean snorted and he took off the shoes to his brother, covered him with a blanket and gently brushed the hair from his face.
"Good night! My giant Sammy" He whispered with a sweet smile.
Soon the three friends were sleeping peacefully.

The next morning was like any morning of any family with a teenager who has to go to class: screams, protests, haste ...
"Dean have to finish your cereal!"
"Charlie, I can not believe you bought me a backpack of Harry Potter, and besides with Hermione, ... Do not you will think I'm going to take this thing?"
"Sam, you stop place my hair" Dean shook his head out of the hands of Sam "I'll take the spiky hair as usual."
"You must make a good impression Dean. Since you insisted on going dressed like a badass, at least than your hairstyle looks good."
"Yes, I'll parted my hair in the middle, do not fuck." The boy said ironically. "Already I'll risk my life wear the damn backpack, also I will not look like a nerd."
"Charlie! You finish getting dressed or we'll be late. I do not understand how the girls takes so damn long time in getting be dressed." protest Sam

Charlie left the bathroom and threatened him with her comb:
"I'm preening for a job interview, and that was a sexist statement ..."
"As you wish! But let's go."

Finally the three were in the Impala and they were going towards Aguilera High School. They left Charlie first, for she to come closer to the educational center on their own, and Sam parked the car in the parking of the school.

Sam asked by the Principal's office and he filled the respective papers that gave him in the secretariat.

A nice woman in her fifty years that she had caressed the Dean's head three times already. "What about my damn hair?" thought Dean.
"You can go into the office." kind woman said, waving his hand to stir the boy's hair again, which he avoided a concealed movement.
"Mr. Soulthief is going to receive you now."

A man with a small mustache and smug smile, received them extending his hand to Sam:
"It is gratifying to have a new student in our school. I have to informs your of our school's rules: Respect teachers, no allowed fighting , no phones, perform assigned homework ... The breach of any of these rules entails a visit to my office to talk to me. I am strict and I like that all the rules are met." He said looking at Dean harshly "I don't want to see you in my office, boy. Now you go out. His companion, Jimmy Heaven, will show you the center and he accompany you to class. You take your timetable and the Center's rules of behavior to the output of secretariat."

"Okay! ... I mean: Yes, sir!" Dean replied with a sad look to Sam and he left the office.
Sam saw him go with his head down, and he feel a little sad. But work is work, he said himself and prepared to draw out as much information from the Principal Soulthief.
Dean came out, took the papers listed and he said goodbye to the friendly secretary.
He waited at the door for that boy, Jimmy, while he saw pass different groups of students: Nerds, the pretty and cutesy girls that everyone wished for girlfriends, the arrogant jocks, the lonely geeks ... The same thing always.
Many students directed him curious stares, other dismissive looks.
He could hear some giggles and comments about him.
"The joy of being the new kid" sighed "I should be unaccustomed."

In his past first childhood Dean had gone through countless schools, following his father throughout the United States. So He knew what being the new student in a center, and how was having to deal with bullies, hazing and pejorative glances, before he can make his place among them.
"I feel like Bruce Willis in Die Hard" he thought.
Someone gave him a tap on the back and he was startled.
"Hi, I'm Jimmy! You are Dean right? The new companion of first course. I'm in your class.
Dean looked at the boy: thin, disheveled black hair and blue eyes, who could not hide wire-rimmed glasses.
The boy reminded him of someone ... he did not know who. But ...
"Hello! Yes, I'm Dean. Been about to take a punch. Do not approach people like that," he said, holding out his hand with a smile.

The boy tilted his head and stared at him, and finally he shook hands.
"Sorry. I'm afraid I have few social skills or so my father thinks. He said me to I enroll in the welcoming program for new students. But I'm afraid I'm a hopeless case." he said, lowering his head sadly.
"do not take what I say seriously. It was just a joke. Now, will you accompany me to our class? And you telling me all about school, okay?"
Dean said him smiling to him.
Jimmy smiled back at him and grabbing Dean's arm, he guided him through the corridors.

To be continued ...