"Dean wake up!" Sam said, nudging his brother. It was 6:45 and the first day of school. After 5 minutes of trying, Sam slapped him. Dean muffled something into his pillow and rolled onto his side.

"Sammy what the hell?"

"Wake up."

"What time is it?"

"Time for you to wake up."

Dean groaned and shoved his face back into the pillow. Sam grabbed his pillow and smacked Dean with it.

"Alright! Alright! I'm up," Dean said sitting up in bed.

"Bobby's making breakfast," Sam said, putting on his shoes. "He wants us fully dressed before we come down."

"Can I pee first?"

"Dean-"

"I'm gonna go pee first," Dean said, standing up and walking out of the room.

Sam finished tying his shoes and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

"There's one of them," Bobby said when he saw Sam walk in. "Where's the other?"

"Bathroom. Can I help?"

"Know how to set a table?"

Sam nodded and started collecting silverware. He set the table and Bobby put breakfast down. Dean walked in just as they finished. Sam was impressed at how fast his brother could get ready in so little time. He probably could to, if he wasn't so nervous about today.

After breakfast, the boys gathered their things and left for school.


"I can drop you off," Dean offered, turning onto the street.

"Dean, for the hundredth time, I will be okay. It's a 5 minute walk."

"Last chance," Dean said, pulling into the high school parking lot. He parked in the back row. "I'm out 10 minutes before you. Wanna just meet up here?"

"Sure," Sam said, getting out of the car. "See you then."

As Sam walked off, he could feel Dean watching him.

"You can do this," Sam whispered to himself, "It's no different than all the others. You just have to find the office, get your classes, and survive them."

As he walked onto campus, he saw the signs pointing him to the office. He followed them, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone. Small town like Sioux Falls, everyone knew everyone. It was obvious he was the new kid and everyone stared at the new kid.

"You can do this," he kept repeating as he walked inside.

"Hi!" a girl his age greeted from behind the counter. "How can I help you?"

"Um, no offense, but aren't you a little young to work in an office?" Sam asked. The girl laughed.

"I'm an office aid. I answer phones and fill out late slips."

"That's cool."

"You're the new kid right?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Seeing as how you didn't know what an office aid was, a little."

"I've never been to a school with an office aid before. Usually it's just mean old ladies with really thick glasses."

"Oh no, we have those here too. Trust me," she said smiling. Sam exhaled and smiled too. He was caught off guard at how long he had been holding his breath. He looked up and caught her eyes. He had never seen that shade of blue before.

"Um are you okay?"

Sam snapped out of his trance.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I asked you what your name was and you kinda froze."

"W-Winchester. Sammy!" he cried out. He took a deep breath and calmed down a little. "Sam Winchester."

"Here you go Sam Winchester," she said, handing him his schedule. Sam prayed he didn't seem as frazzled as he thought. Or if he did, she didn't say anything. "Looks like we have 3 classes together."

"Thanks."

"My name's Brooke by the way. Brooke Hannah."

"I guess I'll see you later Brooke Hannah."

"See you later Sam Winchester."

Sam left the office and walked around the campus. He found the library, the cafeteria, the gym, and the boys' room just in time for the bell to ring for him to go to first period.


Dean watched his brother walk down the street until he couldn't see him anymore. He got his bag out of the backseat and locked the car.

Dean strolled onto the campus. He knew people were watching him and he loved the attention. He nodded at a couple jocks, winked at a couple girls. He was having so much fun he didn't notice the bell had rung and everyone was leaving.

"Dean Winchester to the office please. Winchester to the office."

Dean waited for the hallways to be empty before making his way down the hall.

"I was summoned," he said, walking up to the desk. The lady pointed to the chair in the corner. Dean rolled his eyes and sat down. While he waited, he wondered if Sam found everything okay. Sam's first period started at 8:20, which was 5 minutes ago.

"Dean?" a voice called, interrupting his thoughts. Dean stood and a man walked over to him. "Hello, I'm Mr. Matthews, the school counselor. I was wondering if we could talk for a little while."

"Sure."

"Gotta admit," Mr. Matthews said as he led Dean down a hall into his office, "I was a little surprised to learn Singer had kids."

"That's cause we're not. We're his nephews."

"We?"

"My brother and I."

"Oh? You have a brother?"

"Yeah," Dean said, a little confused. "His name's Sam. He goes to the junior high down the street."

"Good. So Dean, when your uncle called to enroll, he had expressed some concerns about you."

"He did?"

"For one, he mentioned that the move here was last minute and that you weren't exactly happy about it."

"What teenager would be?" Dean smirked. Mr. Matthews half laughed.

"He also mentioned that you've had trouble with school in the past. Is this true?"

"Depends on what you mean by trouble."

"Attendance is spotty, grades are so so."

"I just don't get what the big deal is."

"Well, don't you want to go to college? You are a senior after all. Aren't you thinking about it?"

"My family doesn't really go to college. There's a family business that I'm kind of expected to do instead."

"And what's that?"

"Hard to explain."

"Well Dean, I completely understand. If you do change your mind, I'm here to help."

Dean gave a head nod and Mr. Matthews printed something from his computer.

"Here are your classes," he said, handing Dean the paper. "You won't be too late to first, but I'll call your teacher and let her know anyways."

"Thanks Mr. Matthews," Dean said, standing up and leaving the office. He figured he could just ditch first, but knew the teacher would be expecting him thanks to the phone call.


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