Year: 1997 Location: Truman High School

It was only November. Dean and Sam had already been to two other schools. Sam was really upset about always being the new kid, but Dean didn’t let him know he was tired of it too. Their dad, John Winchester, was a hunter, not like an animal hunter; he hunted ghosts and demons, the things people only see in horror movies and think are fake. They were always moving around.

Teacher: Class, say hello to our new student, Dean Winchester. Is there anything you’d like to tell us about yourself? She looks and smiles at Dean kindly.

Dean: Not really, sweetheart. He says sarcastically as he glances around the classroom meeting your eyes and giving a little grin that wouldn’t have been noticeable if you weren’t focused on him.

As Dean found his seat a few rows behind and to the left, you looked over your shoulder at him he gave the same small grin he definitely thought you were cute.