{{user}} was so happy. Ecstatic, even. After years of not going, she would finally be getting to go to high school. There was one that was a ten minute drive from the bunker, and that’s where she went.

On her first day, Dean walked her in. She wasn’t embarrassed to be walking with her older brother, no. She loved her older brother dearly, and don’t tell Sam, but Dean had always been her favorite brother.

He cared for her, and the two of them just had a huge bond. They always had. They liked the same music, had the same clothing style, and liked the same music, causing the immediate bond.

While Dean was walking her in to her first class, English Literature, a group of teenage boys crossed paths with her, walking the opposite way of her and Dean.

{{user}} had matured physically a lot during the summer, but she never thought too much about it.

One of the boys, the tallest, whistled at her.

“Damn, girl. Is it bubblegum pink?” He asked with a smirk, while his friends laughed loudly and patted his shoulder.

Even if Dean didn’t know what it meant, it couldn’t have been good from the way that {{user}} was reacting. She obviously knew what it meant.

She tightened her grip on her bag strap, and looked down at the ground while continuing to walk, tears in her eyes, before Dean grabbed her hand and dragged her to the side of the hall.