Seventh period history class- it was your favorite class of the day. Mostly because of the new kid, Dean Winchester.

He had joined this school year late, sometime in October, and he caught your attention quick. He wore a leather jacket, soft smirk, and a saunter that none of the other guys in school carried. And he picked a seat next to you, where he would ask for a pencil, or spare sheet of paper, or notes when he missed a day or two. It was funny, too, he would only ask you, not anyone else around him. After a couple of weeks, you two started passing notes, and sitting with each other at lunch, and he walked you to class. He got to know you pretty well, which seems great, except, it made it harder to keep your secret.

You were a dhampir, not very common these days. Your father had fallen in love with a vampire, your mother, and they weren't expecting to be able to have a kid, but it happened, which made you half-vampire and human. You eat normal food, you go out in the daylight, and yes, you sleep in a normal bed. You hated the stereotypical vampire lore, it was much more sophisticated than the media portrays it. The only thing that you have to worry about is the blood intake. It was never from humans- your mom is a nurse, who has access to blood bags, and she only takes O-Positive, the most common kind. She has a great handle on her blood control, and no one has ever suspected anything. She takes night shifts, she has a built up insensitivity to open wounds since working with patients a lot, and she's a great mom in general.

It gets harder and harder to hide it with Dean though, who seems to pay attention to every detail about you. Whenever your in the sun or bright, fluorescent lights, he takes notice to your squint, or her heightened hearing, even in bustling hallways.

Now, you sit with Dean at a park bench, with your history book in his hands as he quizzes you. After laughing about one of your attempted answers, a metallic scent hits your nose, and you hear Dean say, "Damn papercut."