Ok, i kno i have a million stories going on, but this idea won;t leave me alone! please read and review!

the towns i wrote here i made up, and if they do exist...i'm sorry!

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A sixteen year old Sam Winchester unpacked his meager belongings in his new house. They just moved here from Sunshine, Texas; a small town Sam had loved because he was there long enough to make good friends. He hated constantly being moved around and having no where to root to. Sam and John had a huge fight when John announced they would be leaving that coming Friday and had yet to speak to each other.

All Sam wanted was a stable place to call home, and a group of friends to hang with and go to the mall and football games. He received none of these things, and knew he never would as long as he lived in this house. His father had an obsession with the supernatural and he and his brother were raised accordingly. Of course, he wanted to help people and find the thing that murdered his mother, but at what cost? Their lives? His childhood? A chance at normalcy?


The Winchester men had simply moved across the state, settling in another town called Martinsville, Texas. They rented a small house with three bedrooms near the high school.

Sam was lost in thought as he finished unpacking when he heard a knock at his door.

"It's open," he said, and knew who it was before it even opened; Dean. His brother sauntered in his room and plopped down on the bed.

"Hey Sammy, you're room looks real nice," Dean said, handing his brother a picture frame of his friends from his past high school.

"Thanks. Probably won't stay this way too long. We'll be moving again so," Sam said sullenly.

"I know this blows Sam, and how close you were with those kids back there-"

"Do you Dean?" Sam asked heatedly. Dean put up his hands in mock surrender.

"Sorry, I guess I don't but there's one thing that you have that will never go away." Dean said with a smirk.

"Oh god, what's that?" Sam asked, afraid to hear his brother answer.

"Me," Dean said with a smile. Sam smiled back at his brother.

"Thanks jerk."

"No problem bitch," Dean snickered back. Dean helped Sam unload his books and re-arrange the room they way he wanted it.

"So you excited about school on Monday?" Dean asked. "Maybe they'll be some hot babes…maybe you could snag one…huh? Huh?" Dean said, nudging his brother with his elbow.

"How do you know I might not have already snagged a girl?" Sam said with a coy look.

"Please, I'd know," Dean said with a laugh.

"Whatever dude," Sam said, trying to hide the redness that had crept onto his face.


The weekend went by way too fast for the youngest Winchester and now he was in the Impala, trying to find the courage to get out and walk inside the building.

"Sam?" Dean said

"What?" Sam answered distractedly.

"You might want to get out of the car; school starts soon," Dean said with a gentle squeeze on his brother's shoulder. Sam nodded his head, took a deep breath, and exited the car.

"You'll be fine, Sammy. I'll be back later to pick you up," Dean said and began to drive off.

One would think that if you moved around so much, it would get easier. But to Sam Winchester, it was harder. He walked towards the gigantic front doors and watched the people around him. They seemed nice, seemed like people he could be friendly with.

He continued to walk and made a vow. He would have friends in this high school and he would fit in like everyone else. No matter what.