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Dean-22

Sam-18

Kate-14

Oh, North Dakota. Land of Nothingness. Home to Few. And now the Winchesters had the grand opportunity to experience it and all its glory. It was a Monday morning and Sam, now a senior, and Kate, in 8th grade, were gearing up for yet another week of school in the very frigid month of January.

Kate slightly opened the motel door to head outside and a gust of cold air smacked her in the face. "Holy shi—."

"Language!" Dean interrupted her from the other side of the room, not even bothering to look over.

"What? I was going to say 'holy shiitake mushrooms it's cold outside!" she responded with a loud slam of the door. She wasn't ready to brave the cold just yet.

"Well no shit it's cold," Sam said as he pushed her aside to open the door again. She looked over at Dean waiting for him to do something. When he didn't respond, Sam smiled at Kate and closed the door in her face. Kate was officially offended.

"Um, why can he cuss and I can't!?" she asked, clearly annoyed.

Dean paused for a brief moment while picking up the last doughnut on the table, appearing to think about that question for a second. He grabbed his car keys and walked over to Kate. "You know why? Because I said so." He flashed his infamous side grin, clearly satisfied, maybe even a little proud, of his response. He shoved half the doughnut in his mouth as he zipped up his coat and went out into the heart of winter and Kate followed close behind.

"You…you suck!" she hollered over as she locked the door.

"Wow, Kate. Awesome comeback," he said still chewing on the donut. Kate was literally at a loss for words now, so she let out a loud sigh and stomped her way over to the car. Arriving at school still pissed from the morning's events, the last thing she expected to find was some love floating in the air today.

-Lunchtime-

Like always Kate took her tray to one of the tables in the back of the cafeteria and sat alone. She had tried to fit in at this school, even used her lip gloss and all, but it just didn't work with these girls. These bitches were cold—ice cold—and it wasn't even from the arctic weather.

"Can I sit here?" a male voice said across the table, drawing Kate out of her daydream. She looked up and saw a beautiful guy staring back at her. She smiled at him mesmerized and told him to go right ahead as she motioned for him to sit.

"I'm Robert," he said flashing a grin.

"I'm Kate," she barely managed to spit out.

"I know that you are new and all and I thought that no girl as pretty as you should have sit alone at lunch," Robert said.

"Did he just call me pretty? Wait, did he just wink at me?!" she thought. Kate instantly melted. This was a whole new feeling. Uncharted territory for the youngest Winchester. Dean could practically write an entire encyclopedia about this kind of stuff, but Kate had never even entered phase one a.k.a. actually talking to a cute boy.

They spent the entire lunch period talking about everything from music to current events. He seemed to really be into the same things as she was. Kate had this weird feeling, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was because she finally felt special for a change. And not 'short bus special' like Dean always told her she was. Unfortunately the bell rang, forcing them to end their conversation.

"Well, it's been great talking to you, Kate. Let's be sure to do this again tomorrow," Robert said as he flashed that million dollar, perfect white smile that could make any girl swoon.

Kate wasn't on cloud 9. No, she was on cloud 83827. She was floating high and nothing could bring her down right now. That night even Dean asked her what was up with all the happiness, but Kate obviously just kept the real reasons to herself.

And the next 3 days passed the same way. She anxiously waited for lunch and then prayed that time would stand still. She was having so much fun talking and getting to know this guy. She was finally looking forward to school every day.

On Thursday, Sam walked by the lunchroom and saw Kate sitting with the boy. He did a quick double take, unable to believe it. He had to keep rushing to get to his Science test, but made a mental note to spy on her more tomorrow.

That night rolled around and Kate just couldn't hold it in anymore. Dean had just left to go to the nearest bar to hustle some pool, and she and Sam were sitting on the couch watching Jeopardy, their nightly routine.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Kate suddenly turned to Sam and shyly asked.

Sam panicked as he turned to meet her gaze. "Oh, please don't be another 'when will I have big girl boobs' question. Oh please, please pleas…," Sam thought. "Sure, you know you can." He managed to sound optimistic.

"Promise you won't tell Dean?"

"You act like he and I just sit around and gossip about you." Kate stared at him, refusing to take anything but a direct answer on this. "No, I won't." Sam rolled his eyes at her silly persistence.

"Well...this past week everyday at lunch…um...there's this boy who always sits with me," she began. Sam suddenly sat up straighter at the mention of this boy he must had seen her with. "His name is Robert and he's a freshman. He's really cool. Like we have a billion things in common. And I don't know, I just like talking to him." Sam felt his muscles tense up. "I mean he sits with me every day now. Do you…do you think he like likes me?" Kate asked with hopeful eyes. Some days Kate wished she had a girl best friend she could go to with this kind of stuff, but moving around so much never gave her that luxury. Instead, she had Sam and he was a pretty good trade off in her opinion. He would never yell at her or Hulk-out into crazy, paranoid big brother mode like Dean always tended to do.

"Ok…wow...um..," Sam stalled, trying to collect his thoughts. "Who the hell does this little punk think he is?!" he thought. He looked back into Kate's eyes and knew he had to push the over protectiveness away for a bit, and just be her friend again. "Yeah, it does sound like you might have an admirer." Her green eyes lit up. "But no need to get ahead of ourselves here. It's just been a week of chatting at lunch. Why don't you just enjoy that for as long as possible."

"I know. It's not like we are walking around kissing or even holding hands. I mean it's just been…you know…nice."

"Well, good. I'm happy for ya, sis," he said as he pulled her in beside him and draped his arm over her. She smiled up at him as they both turned back to the TV just in time to place their bets for Final Jeopardy.

Truth be told, Sam didn't like this one bit. Something wasn't right about this guy coming out of nowhere after they'd been there already for a month. He promised himself to investigate tomorrow.

Oh and investigate he did. During the morning homeroom, he turned to his friend Tom, a fellow nerd who had been going to this school for his entire life. A great source of information. "Tom, man, what do you know about some freshman named Robert?"

"You mean Robert Miller?" Tom asked looking through his over-sized glasses.

"Is he the only Robert who's a freshman?"

"Yeah, that I know of." Sam then nodded his head as if asking him to continue on.

"He's a real..how do the popular kids say it…douche bag." Sam's eyes widened about 3 times their size. He KNEW something was up.

"Why? What'd he do?" Sam pried for more information.

"From what I've heard, him and his friends do this thing where they 'initiate' the new girls. Like he pretends to like them and leads them on, only to find some way to embarrass them publicly. Just last month I remember hearing he got all cozy with some girl and asked her on a date. She got all dressed up and when she showed up to the restaurant, Robert and his crew were sitting there hysterically laughing at her, making fun that she actually thought he'd be interested in her. Poor girl," Tim finished as he dropped his gaze and shook his head in disgust.

"Oh hell no." Sam got out of his seat so fast that he almost knocked it over. Tom stared at him confused as Sam quickly asked the teacher for permission to leave and bolted into the hallway. His hunter instincts quickly took over. He knew who the monster was and thankfully he had just seen him yesterday, so he knew what the ass looked like. He started down the hall towards the area where most freshman classes were.

Sam stopped dead in his tracks. "Thank you! For once luck is on my side," he thought as he spotted Robert just up ahead stepping out of a classroom. Sam took 3 quick strides and he was already behind him. He grabbed and slammed him hard up against the lockers. He shoved his arm up against the kid's throat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my sister?" he demanded.

"Dude, get off me!" Robert tried to push him off to no avail. Sam had at least 6 inches on him and years of training too. "I have no idea who you're talking about!"

Sam's rage grew and he pressed his arm in to his throat harder. "Kate. Kate Winchester." Obviously the name registered something in his head because his face suddenly went from pissed and confused to horrified and afraid. "Listen up, douche bag, because I'm not repeating myself. You're gonna tell her that you are sorry but you won't be able to hang with her anymore because they changed your lunch period. Which you WILL change." He slammed his arm harder, if that was even possible. "Then if I even see you so much as breathing the same damn air as her, I'll pull out this knife here and cut you seven ways to Sunday." He pulled up his pant leg to show him the knife he always carried. Robert struggled to look down, but Sam made sure he saw. "Do. You. Understand?"

Robert quickly nodded his head over and over. Sam was satisfied that he had made his point and let him go, but not before giving him one last hard slam into the lockers. He then made his way back towards homeroom with his fists still clenched. He couldn't remember the last time he had ever threatened someone like that. And the scary part was he didn't even feel bad.

-After School-

Kate had her hands shoved in her pockets searching for any kind of warmth it might provide. She held her head down staring at her feet as Sam came up beside her. She wished Dean would just hurry up.

"Everything ok?" Sam asked, hoping he already knew the answer.

"No. Remember me telling out about that guy? Well today he told me that he was sorry but we aren't gonna be able to hang out anymore cuz they changed his lunch period. I don't even get how they can just change your lunch period like halfway through the year. It's just stupid," she said as she kicked the snow.

"Sometimes this stuff happens, you know? Maybe he had to drop a class or something and it changed. I'm really sorry, Katie." He wrapped his arm around her giving her a tight squeeze. "But you know what, don't even need him." Sam couldn't help but inwardly rejoice that the kid had listened to him.

"Oh gosh, don't give me that 'my brothers are the only guys I'll ever need' bull crap like Dean does. Some day I will start dating, you know. And you're gonna help me break it to him." Kate said as she offered him a small grin showing she'd get over this one soon. She didn't know what she'd do without him because Dean had never been Mr. Share and Care, especially not in these cases.

They fell into a comfortable silence and Sam felt his glance sink down to the snow as he got wrapped up in his own thoughts. Normally threatening people was Dean's ammo, but he wasn't about to let this guy slide by. Nobody messes with his little sister. And ever since he had received his acceptance notification from Stanford 2 weeks ago, he'd begun to feel lots of regret because he knew he wasn't going to be here to protect her next year. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving Kate, but he knew he had to get out and away from this life. Stanford was his only opportunity. But in the meantime, he'd do anything possible to take care of Kate, even if it meant kicking some more douche bag ass.