Hello Everyone, and welcome to my first Supernatural fanfic! It's an incredibly poor excuse, but what they hey, it was fun. I enjoy receiving reviews, and even some critism is accepted. Be gentle though.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchester boys, and if I did, i sure as hell wouldn't be writing about them. (Where's Santa when you need him?)

Sam gulped as he sat down in his seat. He hoped that his father would keep his promise. He had told Sam that they would let him stay at the same school his senior year, so that he could get letters of recommendation for college without Dean having to forge them for him.

“Class, I’d like to introduce our new student, Sam Winchester.” Sam felt his face burn as all eyes in the room turned to him, except one. The dark haired girl next to him didn’t even look of from the book she was reading. She looked to be deep in concentration. The teacher saw this about halfway through writing the math problem on the board. “Miss Jones? If you could please put away your book and pay attention, maybe your grade would improve.” This brought snickers from the rest of the class, and a bright pink tinge to the girl’s cheeks. “Now if you wouldn’t mind giving us the answer to the problem on the board?” He asked as she shoved the book back into her bag. She eyed the board for a moment, then appeared to be thinking. After about thirty seconds, she sighed.

“Y is equal to three X minus three hundred forty-three.” She stated flatly and blushed even further when the teacher stared at her.

After the bell rang, Sam was walking to his next class when he heard some voices behind him.

“Come on Jones, how’d you do that? No one can come up with an answer that fast.” Sam glanced over his shoulder and saw three rather built guys penning the girl in around her locker. She glared at the one who had spoken.

“Well I did.” She said, again in the same flat tone. “Now would you leave me alone Brad?” Brad grinned.

“You know, I could use some help with my homework.” He said. Her glare turned as icy as her blue eyes.

“Drop it Brad. I’m not doing your homework for you.”

“Oh, I’m not just talking about mine. You’re going to do all of ours.” She laughed.

“You honestly think Mr. Million would buy it? Come on, the three of you, actually doing homework? I couldn’t be as stupid as you guys if I tried. Now go throw your stupid balls at each other.” She started to elbow her way down the hall, but Brad caught her arm, making her books scatter across the ground.

“I think I just heard you insult me.” He said. She laughed.

“You think? Call the press! He actually had a thought!” Brad’s face darkened, and his hand balled into a fist. Before Sam knew what he was doing, he was next to her, his hand latched onto the wrist of Brad’s fisted hand.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to hit girls?” He asked. Brad was about to deck the new kid, but there was something in those dark brown eyes that told him he’d be flat on his back before he could try.

“Let’s go.” He said, dropping the girl’s hand. He and his three friends sauntered off. The girl’s face was pink again.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She said as Sam helped her pick up her books. His finger closed around the one she had been focused on in math class, and he glanced at the spine. A hunters guide to demons. Sam stared at the young girl.

“You’re a hunter?” He asked. Her face went white as she snatched the book from his grip. She turned and fled down the hall. Someone yelled something about no running after her, but she just kept going.

The next day, Sam sat down next to her again in math. Her pale blue eyes went wide as she stared at him. She looked scared. “Why’d you run yesterday?” Sam asked. “All I asked was if you were a hunter.” She swallowed.

“Because no one knows.” She said quietly. “My father thinks I’m crazy.” As she said the words ‘my father,’ she flinched. Sam eyed her, but didn’t say anything about it. “But you wouldn’t believe what kind of crazy things are out there.” She said. Sam couldn’t help smiling.

“Try me.” She eyed him.

“Last week, I saw two guys exorcise a spirit from a dog. One of them got bit pretty nasty too.” Sam’s mind flashed back to Dean walking through the door last week, his arm bleeding.

“That was my Dad and my brother.” He said. Her eyes lit up as she stuck out her hand. Sam noticed that it was bruised, and it wasn’t the one that Brad had grabbed the day before.

“I’m Evette.” She said with a grin. The two of them had been fast friends. Both had lost their mothers when they were young, both were really smart, and they spent a lot of their time together in the library. Then one day she came to school with a big bruise on her cheek. She had dark circles under her eyes, and they were red-rimmed and puffy. When Sam tried to ask her about it, she ignored him the entire class period. He chased her down after school while he was waiting for Dean.

“Eve, what’s wrong?” He asked. She winced in pain, and tried to pull away from him. As she did, her sleeve rode up her arm, and Sam could see the bruises on her arm. He suddenly felt sick. Someone had hit her, badly. “What happened?” She tried to get away again, but his grip on her hand only tightened. After a minute, she stopped trying to get away and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I -- I tried to take on a demon.” She said suddenly. Sam’s eyes narrowed. They both knew she was lying. If she had gotten this bruised because of a demon, she’d be dead. She grimaced. “Sam, he didn’t mean to.” She said quietly. Sam heard the old Impala pull into the parking lot, but he ignored it. She was shaking. He reached out, and pulled her into a hug. “Sometimes he just gets so drunk he doesn’t know where he is.”

“How often is sometimes?” Sam asked as she shook in his arms. When she didn’t reply, it was answer enough.

“Don’t make me go back.” She whispered. Sam heard Dean shout at him.

“Sammy! Get your butt over here!” Sam didn’t move. He just stood there, amazed by her words. What could he possibly do to make everything all right? Dean. Dean would know what to do. Sam heard the door of the Impala slam shut and Dean’s boots crunch on the gravel walk. “Sammy, come on. I-” He stopped at the sight of Evette. Stopped dead in his tracks. “What happened?” He asked. The girl had dark brown hair, incredibly pale blue eyes, and a monster bruise on the left side of her face.

Sam’s dark eyes met his brother’s. “Her father.” He said quietly. Dean’s jaw set, his face hardening. He could see that this girl meant a lot to Sam, and the fact that she was hurt was hurting him. He could never let anything hurt Sam.

“Come on.” He said. “Get in the car. Both of you.”

A week later, Eve’s father was in jail. She had been sent to live with her mother’s sister somewhere in Iowa. Sam didn’t hear from her again.

Until today.