Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

Hello all, this is my first High School AU. I live in England and so the only thing I know about American High School's is what I learnt from Fan Fictions, books and Television shows, so if I've got something wrong please tell me so I can try to change it. Most chapters are around 2000-3000 words, this first one is just an introduction, I will update tomorrow. I've already written about 15 chapters and I think I'm about half way through finishing it.

I came up with the idea of this fanfiction a while ago but couldn't find the right words to write it until the next time I listened to 'Fix You' by Coldplay and realised that it fit my story well. I've referenced the song quite a bit in later chapters.

Please review and enjoy, constructive criticism is welcomed.

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Dean listened to the sound of the Impala's engine as his Dad drove away. He sighed in relief and looked over at his brother who was currently passed out of the sofa. Sammy had just turned twelve a couple of days ago and Dean should be happy. Soon he would be teaching him about girls and dates and all that other normal crap that teenagers learn. But Dean wasn't happy. His Father had mention something to him just before leaving, he had said that now Sammy was getting older, that all three of them would be able to start hunting together. He'd said it with a smile and such pride and Dean had thrown a smile back to his Dad, even though it was the last thing that he wanted. Luckily Sam had been asleep, because if his Dad was already considering it then it wouldn't take more than a puppy dog look to convince him to let them go on this new hunt. And Sam desperately wanted to help save the world like his Dad. Because Sam still believed the lie.

Dean knew the truth though, he had for a couple of years now. Their Dad wasn't fighting monsters or demons or ghosts... he was delusional.

He had first started having doubts about what was really happening when he came face to face with what John Winchester had called a 'Shtriga'. But when Dean saw it, he realised it was nothing more than a man. He was evil, he was stealing children... but he wasn't a witch. He tried to talk to his Dad about it but John had looked at him strangely and said that maybe he was too young and his mind was refusing to see things as they really happened... trying to protect itself. His Father had then continued to give a full description of what it really looked like so that he was "prepared". Dean had listened and ignored his doubts because he trusted John, so he didn't bring it up again.

It wasn't until a couple of days later that his Dad had pointed at the news and said that they were blaming some innocent guy for what the Shtriga had done. Dean looked up at the television in their motel and saw a picture of a man, the same man that he'd seen trying to kidnap his brother. He stayed quiet and bided his time until he was at a computer before looking up the case. He found that one of the children had died, so the doctors preformed an autopsy and were able to find out the exact poison the man had used in time to save the other children, who then pointed out their kidnapper and attempted murderer. That had been when Dean found out the truth, he had only been nine years-old. For the past seven years he tried to run away but was never able to. He'd let Sam believe the lie for as long as possible because the only other option was to tell him the truth. And somehow, the truth was much worse.

Dean stared at his brother and wished, not for the first time, that they had a normal life. Because he knew that he couldn't let either of them go on a hunt, it would just be a step too far. And one day soon he would have to find a way to stop it.