Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, or stories... (All though it would make a heck of a birthday present...)
I do not own anything reconizable...

Auhtors note: It would mean a lot to me if you would review this for me, and I hope you like it... It will get more exciting in the later chapters... More action, more H/C (H/C at all for that matter... -ain't too much in this first one...)
Aaaaand if you don't mind...
-I think I'll be making short chapters...

It was soon 12 a.m. and Dean walked over to a table near by the cafeteria. One seat at the table was already taken, so Dean was going to ask if it was OK if he joined her. While he had picked up his own food at the school cafeteria, he had been watching her. "Mind if I join you?" He said gently in his dark voice. The girl tilted her head; it was like she studied him, like she tried to understand Dean's being by just looking. "Nope, sure not!" She smiled. Her dark chestnut hair tied up in a messy ponytail and her hazel eyes focused on his eyes.

Dean sat down while he wondered why this beautiful girl sat all alone before he went over to her. She could possibly have been the school's most popular, and still she sat there alone. Dean was confused. "My name's Dean, I'm new here…" he said while he offered the girl a handshake. The girl smiled. "Jeanette, but call me Jenny" she said softly when she accepted his hand. "I've lived here for about one and a half years myself…" She continued a short break later. Dean smiled and attacked the so-called food on his plate. He wondered if he would make a new friend, or if this conversation would just lead to some embarrassing silence. The girl took a big sip of her glass of milk, and Dean thought; how can somebody make milk look darn right sexy? He smirked while he thought so. "So, where do you come from?" Dean took himself in gazing off. He shifted a bit before he managed to make an answer. "Well, we moved here from Seattle, but originally I come from Lawrence, it's in Kansas…" Dean explained, rubbing his hair. "Cool!" Jenny exclaimed, "I'm also from Lawrence! Funny we haven't met already." She looked at Dean with joy in her eyes, finally someone who knew where Lawrence was. "W-we-well.." Dean stuttered a bit, "we moved away from Lawrence when I was four… Our house burnt down…" The knot in his throat began to tighten, and it looked like Jenny understood. "I'm sorry…" the true meaning hang in the air for a short moment. She looked like she thought really hard. "I'm so, so sorry…" Dean started to wonder if she knew more. "Why? Don't be sorry" Dean said as he shifted a little closer. Jenny took a short breath before she started to talk again. "I'm sorry, because as far as I know, there were only one house fire in Lawrence when I was young…" She paused a little while, before she took another plunge at it "It was the house next door to us, it burnt completely down. The father and the two children got out…" The rest of the sentence was not spoken. Dean just nodded, he did not know if he should be freaked or not. He just nodded. "Sorry" she said once more, reaching for his clenched fist. Her touch eased Dean a bit, it felt comforting.

In the next split second everything changed, gun fire heard, screams from the corridor, kids and youths that were scared out of their minds ran past the doorway of the cafeteria, some ran into the cafeteria. It was all a complete chaos.

Now, what do you think about the first chapter? I think it could have been a little more exciting...
... but after all, the first chapter of this story is just to get the scenario going.