AN: This is an entirely new and different series altogether. But I have somehow managed to borrow some characters from Being Brothers to appear here; Sam and Dean being a given of course. Still not claiming them as mine; but I do wish though that they were.

Chapter One:

It was the first day of school at his new school. In two years alone, he has managed to attend three different schools due to the nature of his dad's work; but for 18 year old Dean Winchester it wasn't a problem for him at all. He doesn't mind it that much.

Being blessed with extremely good looks and a likable personality, every school he transfers to; he immediately is an instant celebrity. It's automatic, wherever he goes--he's famous. Both to girls and guys alike. The more schools he goes to, the more infamous he gets.

So who was he to complain.

His parents have nothing bad to say about the kid too. The boy is a good kid--inside and out; he has always been and always will be. Since he started to understand things around him until the present. For them, as well as for the rest of those people around them, new acquaintances or old friends--Dean is God sent. And so far the boy has not disappointed them yet nor do they expect him to in the future; or ever.

PHS Highschool - Dean Winchester.

The kid is getting off the bus for today. First day of school at a different school, he opted to commute and refrain from using his own transport to school yet. His doting parents immediately objected to this after they learned that he was not using his car to head for school that day. But since he always gets what he wants at home anyways -- being a good kid and all, his parents enabled. They let him get away with it; as well as everything else.

The minute he stepped off the bus with his knapsack casually slung over his shoulder-- after taking a whiff of the fresh air, his green pair framed perfectly under long lashes immediately scanned the surroundings. His face breaks into an appreciative smile. As predicted, his presence there, in merely minutes alone---has already commanded attention.

Girls and guys alike; jocks, cheerleaders. Everybody. Even Miss Cassie, the English teacher in her mid-20's seem to have caught his presence there. Girls are seen whispering to each other and checking him out; even giving off flirty giggles to catch the boy's attention. And that includes Miss Cassie.

The boy could just smile to this as he started to get off the sidewalk and head for the entrance of the school. Being in his bright red jacket--what his mom labeled one time as his 'jock costume'--- Dean was hard to miss. Everywhere he went, every corridor, hallways -- heads turn. Appreciative whispers followed.

Now inspite all of the attention given him though, Dean is the most down-to-earth guy there ever was. Like his parents always say to people about their only child, he's an angel.

Dean, with his new class schedules on hand, was on his way to his first class for the day. He just turned a corner when he hears boisterous hollering from behind him; he immediately assumed it could only come from the bunch of jocks that he saw coming down the opposite end of the hallway earlier.

He shakes his head to this. He kept walking; but not without giving off his winningest smile first to the bunch of 11th grader - girls congregated in front of their respective lockers. He may have been a jock himself in his old school before but he's not a fan of being bullies to people who are not in their league. And jocks usually fall under that category; big bullies-- but never Dean.

As he was about to climb up the stairs to his room on the second floor, to mind his own business; his attention suddenly gets pulled back by something. Dean would normally be all up for standing up for people who are too weak to stand up for themselves; and he would normally. But since he is still testing the waters, at the moment he opted to not do that yet.

And that's when it happened.

"You are always going to be a loser, Winchester!" came the big jock as he just shoved a smaller kid against a locker.

'Winchester?' Dean's ear perked. He looks around, he thought he would be the one the voice was calling out to; only it wasn't. Then his eyes caught the scene in front of him. Full-on bullying. His ears immediately turned red and warm.

"HEY!"

Everybody turned their heads towards the direction of the newcomer--who happens to be Dean.

"Is there a problem here?" Dean says as he makes his way towards the commotion; there were more of less four big jocks cornering a kid twice inferior to their size. One of them, presumably the leader, gives Dean a nonchalant shrug.

"Nah! There's no problem here, kid." says the jock to Dean. Then he turns to his buddies,"Was there a problem here, guys?" he goes on while shoving the smaller kid they were hassling earlier, behind them as they turned their attention to Dean.

"I don't see any problem around here." says another one of the jocks.

"You're that new kid from the Plains aren't cha? Dean? If I'm not mistaken?" says the first jock, "Put it here, man! Drake." he offers his hand to Dean to which the Winchester boy took. "Heard you're good?"

"You know what, so have I." Dean says.

"Spunky." Drake says. "These are my boys--" he turns to the one to his right, "--this is Allen." then the one to Dean's left, "That's Josh and that's Justin." he says of the one on Dean's right.

While Dean shook their hands, his eyes snuck a glance at the kid the jocks were hassling earlier. He was walking away; it pricked Dean's heart how the other kids just brushed the kid off like he was not even there. Drake noticed him looking over his shoulder at the direction of the kid walking away. He snaps his fingers in front of Dean's face which popped the Winchester boy's thought process.

"Don't mind that kid--he's a nobody!" Drake says.

Dean got to talking with the jocks for several more minutes, when the bell rings. The hallways immediately cleared-up of the students littering the place; including the jocks. Dean opted to distance himself from the throng since he from out of the blues felt claustrophobic all of a sudden. As he was walking a few feet behind the rest of the students going his way, he felt the need to turn around. When he did, he caught something on the floor. Going back for it, he picked it up. It was an eighth grade history book. Dean caught a name.

'Well isn't that convenient?' he says to himself after reading it on the book cover. He looks around. Since there was nobody else in the hallways anymore, and he was already late as it is, the boy opted to just look for the owner later on. After slipping the book into his knapsack-- he heads up to the stairs to his room.

After his first class, Dean decided to just hand the book over to the 'lost & found' department to save himself the hassle. As he was en route there --- while turning a corner, that's when he accidentally bumps into somebody.

"Oh god...I'm sorry---" came the apology. "---I'm so sorry."

"Hey dude---don't pop a vein or anything, nothing's broken. "Dean says with a big friendly smile on his face. "Hey--it's cool." he had to add since the kid started to nervously ramble his apologies. "We're golden! Don't worry about it." he says assuredly, he checks the kid up. "But are you okay though? Nothing broken?"

The kid shakes his head.

"I'm okay...thanks for asking." the quiet wary response came from the younger boy, who Dean guesses is 14 years old. The kid being the very same one the jocks were piquing on earlier. Who as Dean is going on a limb in presuming that he's the one who owns the book that in his possession as well. He unzips his bag and the kid's eyes immediately caught the book.

"This is yours, isn't it?" he asks the kid as he handed him the book. The boy looked relieved beyond measure at the sight of the book.

"I thought I lost it." the kid says as he took the book. "Thank you." he says to Dean.

"Found it at the hall earlier." Dean says, "Was gon'na hand it over to the lost and found...but then guess what? I found you instead."

The kid smiles.

"Thanks again." he says to Dean.

"Don't mention it." the older boy says. He then offers his hand, "I'm Dean by the way."

"Sam." the kid replies while taking Dean's in his for a handshake. "Samuel Winchester."

"Winchester, huh?" Dean added to which the kid nods for. "Are you by any chance related to the Winchesters from Lincoln Plains?"

"Not that I know of." Sam says.

"Are you sure?" Dean asks. "Where are your parents from?"

"My grandfather is from Krendall originally." Sam says.

"Not from the Plains?"

"No, sir."

"Sir?" Dean laughs, "I work for a living, dude!"

The kid chuckles. "Sorry."

"Nah, just kidding!" Dean playfully punches the kid on the shoulder, "Well, anyways. I'll catch you later, alright kid?" he walks around the younger boy who follows him with his eyes.

"Thanks again, Dean." the kid softly calls out to him. Dean turns to him, smiles genuinely and then nodded before they eventually parted ways.