Winchester Bay

New Beginnings

Dean shook his head. This was stupid. He ran his hand through his short, brown hair, not really listening to the teacher at the front of the room. Her speech on cell reproduction was just background noise to Dean. It was the second class of his last day at this god forsaken school and Dean saw no point in even being there. It was his third school in seven months. His education began to become unimportant to him, mostly because it's hard to keep catching up with work, especially in the tenth grade. He didn't bother trying to make friends anymore, either, because he knew it'd be a matter of time before he was gone, never to see them again.

It wasn't like kids in his class wanted to be his friends anyway. He was tall and lanky, an awkward mixture, especially for someone with little-to-no coordination. His green eyes were big, as well as his nose, which was covered in freckles and if that didn't turn people away, his quiet, evasive persona surely would. At least, that's what he thought.

Dean turned his head and stared out the window he strategically sat next to. The boy allowed his mind to wander as he slipped out of reality. He imagined a world in which he had a friend, maybe even a boyfriend. He laughed to himself, Yeah right, Dad's job would never allow that.

The class phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. Answering, the teacher looked at Dean. She said a few words into the phone, hung up, and made her way to his desk. "Dean Winchester your father is outside in the car, he wanted you to leave urgently."

He wasn't supposed to leave until the last period of the day. Perplexed, he grabbed his canvas jacket and backpack, which was filled with travel essentials, from the back of his chair and rushed down the hall and out the front doors.

John's car was sat, running, in front of the school. Dean's thirteen-year-old brother, Sammy, sat alone in the backseat.

"Why so early?" Dean asked his dad, settling into the front seat of the old Chevy Impala.

"Gotta get on the road before traffic," his father grunted in reply.

"Where's Charlie?" Dean wondered, noticing the empty seat in the back. Charlie was the youngest Winchester, at twelve.

The greying man pushed the stick into drive and began down the street. "That's where we're headed now."
• • •
"So where are we staying this time?" Sam asked after Charlie had joined them in the car.

"Oregon."

This'll be different, Dean thought to himself. The family had never been to the west coast.

The usual move took about seven hours in total. Two to pack, three to drive, and two to unpack. This one was not usual. The drive from Kansas to Oregon took almost 24 hours, including bathroom, meal, and snack breaks.

Having left at 9:30 am, the family would be driving all day. Dean took this opportunity to catch up in the book he was reading. Although he was bad at school, that didn't mean that he didn't like to read. In fact, reading was an escape for the boy; he was able to explore a world in which he was anyone and could do anything. He popped in his headphones, cranked up the classic rock, and opened his book to the last bookmark.

At about 11 pm, Dean's eye lids got heavy. He fought the inevitable and focused on his book. After a minute, his eyes unfocused and he fell into a deep sleep. He dreamed of new friends and a long stay in a beautiful house.

John drove through the night, as his kids slept.