First Day, New School

Disclaimer: I do not own John, Pastor Jim, Dean, or Sam or John's Seirra Grand, or the Impala. Though I wish I could own Dean and the Impala. But don't we all.

Chapter one- Meet the…Connors?

"Hey dad. Why don't you just let me drop out of school? I mean it's not really my thing anyway. So-"

"No, out of the question."

"Yeah but dad-"

"No Dean, you're going to go to school and you are going to graduate, end of story."

"Okay fine, but do you really have to drive us? I do have my license and I am a senior."

"You don't even have a car, what are going to drive Dean?"

"Shut up Sammy."

"It's not Sammy anymore!"

"Oh right, it's Sam. You're such an old man, lighten up kiddo."

John pulls up to the front of the school and shuts the car off.

"You're right Sam."

"I am?"

"He is?"

"Your brother does need something to drive."

"A big black Sierra Grand pulls up behind the Impala with Pastor Jim behind the wheel.

"Here." John tosses Dean a set of keys.

"Wait, so I get that truck?"

"No, that's mine. You get the Impala."

"You're kidding?!"

"Dad are you sure you want to give this to Dean? It was mom's wasn't it?"

"Of course he is Sammy!" Dean grabs Sam around the neck pulling him closer and whispering to him. "Keep your mouth shut or I'll make you regret ever learning to talk."

"Thanks Jim."

"No problem John."

The bell rings for the start of homeroom.

"Alright boys, you two better get to class. And I don't want to get any calls today from anyone in this school. Do I make my self clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good keep out of trouble, and I mean it boys. Now go."

Sam and Dean get their bags from the car and head inside the school. They go right to the main office and talk to the secretary sitting their.

"Good morning boys. How can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah. We're new students."

"Okay, can I have your names and grades please?"

"Dean Connors, senior, and Sam Connor, freshman."

"Okay, let me look. Ah, here you are. Here's you schedule Sam and yours Dean. And a map of the school. Would you two like me to call one of our students down to show you around?"

"Uh, no thanks. We'll manage."

"Well okay then. If either of you have any problems come see me, alright?"

"Yes ma'am. Thank you."

"Yeah sure. Come on Sammy."

Sam and Dean walked out of the office.

"Let me see your schedule Sam."

"Uh, okay. Here."

"It looks like our first classes are next to each other. Uh, this way."

"Dean I'm not 6 anymore. I can make it to my class by myself you know."

"Who said I'm walking you? Like I said our classes are side by side, dumbass."

"Whatever dude. What do you have first any way?"

"Um, English. You?"

"Study hall."

"Man. You wanna switch?"

"Why?"

"So I can sleep like an extra 40 minutes."

"Sleep at home."

"I do."

"Then don't go out with some random girl the night before."

"Sam, that's just not possible. Hey."

"What?"

"I think we past the rooms."

"You past it."

"Oh no. Never mind, they're right here."

"You're such an idiot."

"Yeah? Well looks like you can find a bus to take home, okay Sammy?"

"You're such an ass."

"Go to class. I'll see you in lunch."

"Yeah yeah."

Chapter one end