*3rd Person POV*
Sam, dressed as an orderly, was sitting in a chair with a clipboard talking to April, a young teen that had killed a classmate at school by drowning her in the toilets in the girl's bathroom. "I'm not talking about it anymore. I already told the cops and the doctors. No one believes me. They think I'm crazy." April said, upset. "Well, I'm a little bit more open-minded than most. April, why did you tell the police you were possessed?" Sam asked her.
"It doesn't matter." April said, shaking her head. "It matters to me." Sam said and April sighs. "When I -- when I hurt Taylor, I was there, in my head, but I couldn't control my body. I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I just wanted to stop. I'm sorry." She explained. "You don’t need to apologize." Sam said and April looks down.
"April, some of the kids at school told the police that you and Taylor didn't get along." he said. "Well, yeah, but I never wanted to kill her. Never. Do you believe me?" she asked him. "Yeah, I do. Just a couple more questions. On the day this happened, did you...happen to smell anything?" he asked her side she furrows her brow.
"Anything...like what?" she asked. "Like rotten eggs or...sulfur?" Sam listed off. "Um, no." she said. "Okay. Um, did you notice any black smoke?" Sam asked and April looked at him like he grew a second head. "What are you, crazy?" she asked.
*(y/n)'s POV*
Sam approaches the Impala, where Dean and I were waiting for him, and climbs in the back door. "So?" Dean asked him as we turn to look at him. "I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically -- kind of sounds like demonic possession to me." Sam said. "Kind of?" I asked him.
"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur." Sam said. "Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious." Dean said. "Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school." Sam said and Dean frowns a bit. "Right. The school." Dean grumbles.
"What?" Sam asked him. "Truman High, home of the Bombers." Dean said and I turn to him. "What's your point?" I asked him. "I mean, we went there, like...for a month a million years ago." He replied then he looks back at Sam. "Why are you so jazzed to go back?" He asked Sam. "I'm not. I just think it's worth looking into." Sam said.
"All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?" Dean asked and Sam smirks a bit. "Don't worry. I got an idea." He said. "Okay." Dean said and he starts the car. "Should I be worried, Sam?" I asked him and he shakes his head as we drive off. "You'll be fine." He said. "Famous last words." I grumbled.
FLASHBACK
TRUMAN HIGH SCHOOL
1997
Dad pulls the motorcycle up to the school and I look up at as I unlatch the straps on my helmet. "Do I really have to go here, Daddy?" I asked as I scrunch up my nose as I look up at the school. "I know, sweetheart, I know going around to so many schools is a pain but this hunt shouldn't take us long." Dad said as I remove the helmet and fix my pigtails.
I pout and sigh as I climb off of the motorcycle. "Hey, you won't be alone. Sam and Dean will be with you." Dad said and I bit the inside of my cheek to hide the smile but I wasn't fast enough to hide is as Dad took notice. "I knew that would get a smile from you. Would you like to tell me which of those boys I need to have a talk with?" Dad asked and I, quickly, turn my head to him.
"N-No. I-I just like to hang out with Sam." I said, quickly. "Oh, it's Sam I gotta talk to?" Dad asked me, grinning. "He and I are just friends, Dad." I said, exasperated. "Uh-huh..sure." Dad said, not believing me. "Sam is like a brother to me, Dad." I said. "And what about Dean?" Dad asked and I felt my heart jump up in my throat.
In all honesty, I kinda have...no, not kinda...I do have a crush on Dean. I do find him cute and I grew to like him more the older I've gotten. I also like how protective he is to the people he cares about (which is mainly me and Sam), standing his ground and how brave he is.
Pretty much the kind've guy any girl would love to have....minus him always flirting with any girl that he sees. Whenever I had to be with the Winchesters and we would go to different schools, while Dad and Mr Winchester went out on a hunt, I kept have this sick feeling every time I see Dean flirting with other girls.
But deep down I know that Dean would never see me in the way he sees the others girls. I'm four years younger than him and I just have a feeling Dean only sees me as a little sister. Which sucks.
Before I could reply, we hear the sound of an engine and we look and see the familiar black Impala. "Oh, speak of the devil." Dad said as Sam and Dean walk out. "Thanks, Dad." Dean said as he looks through the window then turns to Sam before they walk into the school. "Okay, honey, you have a good day." Dad said and I nod. "Love you." He said. "Love you too." I tell him and he turns behind him, giving Mr Winchester a thumbs up, and they take off while I go over to Dean and Sam.
"I'm just sick of always being the new kid." I hear Sam say, upset. "You'll be fine. If anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know. Relax. Dad said this hunt will take him and (f/n) two weeks, tops. As soon as they get back, we're out of here." Dean assures him. "To another school. Awesome." Sam grumbles.
"Hey, guys." I greeted and they turn to me. "Well, lookie here, it's Pipi Longstocking." Dean teased me, gesturing at my pigtails, and I scoff at him but I felt the heat on my cheeks and Sam smiles at me. "Hey, (y/n)!" He said and we hug each other.
"If it makes you feel better, Sam. I'm not really happy about this either." I said. "Hey, like I said, it shouldn't take them long to do this hunt. We'll be out of here before you two know it." Dean tries to assure us but Sam and I share a look of disbelief. Then we head inside the school and make our way down the hall and into the principal's office.
After getting our class schedules, we walked out of there and back out into hallway then Dean turns to us. "Well, good luck, you two." He said as he pats Sam's shoulder then he goes and ruffles the top of my head. "Hey!" I exclaimed and he chuckles as he walks and I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter when I see Dean smile.
Next thing I knew, Sam and I were standing in front of our class and the teacher, Mr Wyatt, begins to introduce us. "Ladies and gentlemen, please say hello to Sam Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)." He said. "Hi, Sam. Hi, (y/n)." Our classmates said while Sam and I stand there and I felt very uncomfortable.
"Is there anything you two would like to tell us about yourselves?" Mr Wyatt asked us. "Not really." Sam said and I shake my head, gulping. "Okay. Uh, grab a seat." Mr Wyatt said and both Sam and I walk down the aisle to a couple of empty desks that were behind each other. We place our backpacks on our respective desks and I heard a clank of a metal hitting the surface.
I look over and see Sam's knife had fallen out on the seat. He quickly grabs it and hides it, but not before I could see this one kid, dark hair and glasses, sees it. "Whoa, that's yours? Awesome!" he said as Sam sits down in the desk in front of me as I sit down in mine as Mr Wyatt begins his class.
"All right, gang...essay assignment." he said and all the kids began to groan, disappointed. "Yeah, yeah, my heart breaks for you." he said as he goes to write on the chalkboard. "Hey...I'm Barry." Barry introduced to us in a whisper. "Sam." Sam greeted. "(Y/n)." I said as Mr Wyatt continues. "Okay, now, I want three pages of your most memorable family experience. Just a reminder though, this is going to be worth half your final grade…" he said but then I look over to my left and noticed this bigger boy, with a mop of curly hair, flicking Barry's ear.
"Leave him alone." I said to the bigger boy and Sam turns his head to see who I was talking to. "Shh, I'm going for a record." The boy said as he continues flicking Barry's ear while Mr Wyatt continues on. "I don’t care what you write about, or even how you write about it. I’m looking for the brutal, funny, maybe even painful, truth. OK everybody, any questions? OK, let’s get started."
"Hey, she said, leave him alone." Sam said to the kid and the kid looks over at us. "You want to take his place...midget?" The kid asked with a sneer. Sam sits there then turns his body in his seat and glares at the kid. "Yeah. Sure." He said and I give a worried look at Sam.
Dean's gonna kill him if he gets into a fight. I thought as the kid looked taken aback by Sam's boldness.
Present Day
I walked out of the library and started to walk out into the hallway to find the boys as the bell rings to dismiss classes. I was wearing a black skirt, black heels and a white button up blouse and black rectangular shaped glasses, looking like a librarian.
After catching a few teen boys looking at me as if this was the first time they had seen a girl, I meet up with Sam, who is dressed as a janitor and pushing a cart. "Hey, Sam." I called out and he turns to me. "Hey, you find anything?" He asked me. "No, nothing. You?" I asked and he shakes his head.
"Hmm...maybe there's nothing here. Maybe Dean was right, kids are just vicious." I said, shrugging. "Yeah, maybe...hey, you remember, Mr Wyatt?" Sam asked me as we head to the gym. "Yeah...what about him?" I asked and Sam smirks. "He's still teaching here." He said. "Wow, shouldn't he be like...in retirement age?" I asked and he shrugs. "Guess not." He said as we come upon the gym doors. "Well, he was a good teacher for the short time we got with him." I said and we enter the gym.
At that moment, I stop in my tracks as I see Dean standing before the line of kids. He was wearing a white t-shirt, tight red shorts and a red headband on his head. Something about seeing him dressed like that made my heart beat go crazy, especially those shorts.
"Ms. Boudreaux never let us play dodge ball." the boy said. "Well, Ms. B's in Massachusetts getting married, so we're playing." Dean said. "She says it's dangerous." the boy points out and Dean blows his whistle that was around his neck. "Take a lap!" Dean shouts. "But --" the boy said but Dean blows his whistle again and the boy runs and Sam waves to get Dean's attention.
He looks over at us and I noticed that his eyes widen at my outfit then he throws the bag of balls to the class. "Go nuts." He said and he walks over to us. "Having fun?" Sam asked Dean. "The whistle makes me their God." Dean said, proudly, and Sam chuckles.
"Right. Nice shorts." I said, nodding towards his shorts. He looks down at them then over at me. "Nice skirt." He said as his eyebrow raises up in interest while his eyes look down at my skirt. The corner of my lips twitches up a bit then I said. "Eyes up here, horndog."
He looks back at me but before he could say anything, Sam speaks up. "Guys, I'm right here." He said and Dean and I get back to focus at the task. "Yeah, right, right....uh, Find anything?" Dean asked Sam. "I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur." Sam replied. "Yeah, I've check as well. Nothing." I said.
"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case." Dean said. "I don't know. Maybe I was wrong." Sam said, shrugging. "Well, it happens to the best of us. I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch -- it’s sloppy-joe day." Dean said, smirking, then we heard a loud thud. "Ohh!" The boy said and he runs by us, holding his nose.
"Good hustle, Colby! Walk it off!" Dean tells the kid and Sam and I shake our heads at this. "I met up with you guys later." Sam said and he grabs the cart and walks away. "Yeah, I better head off too." I said as I start to turn on my heels. I barely take a few steps when I hear a wolf whistle behind me. I look over my shoulder to find Dean staring after me with a lustful look, along with a smirk. I smirk back and decided to tease him.
"Like what you see, Coach?" I asked him did a little pose as if I were a model. "Oh yeah. You pull off that sexy librarian look really well. You should wear that more often." He said as his eyes roam my body. "I will...if you start wearing that more often." I said as I gesture to his outfit. He raises an intrigued eyebrow at me and I wink at him before I walk away from him, swaying my hips in a way I know would drive Dean crazy.
Minutes later, Sam leads me and Dean down a deserted school hallway, taking us to this room where he found this boy having ectoplasm oozing out of him after he grabbed another kid's arm and shoved it into a Cuisinart, after the boy bullied him.
"How's the nonviolence assembly going?" Sam asked Dean. "Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a healthy display of anger." Dean replied. "So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?" I asked Sam and he nods. "Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit. It's got to be ghost possession." He said. "Yeah, but that's pretty rare." Dean said.
"Yeah, but it happens. I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body." Sam explained. "All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?" Dean asked. "Yeah, but where? I mean, there's no EMF." Sam said, exasperated, and I think for a moment.
"Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something." I suggested. "Way ahead of you. I had to break into the principal's office to get this." Dean said as he pulls out a paper from his pocket and unfolds it.
"So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook." Dean said and Sam and I share a look of recognition. "What?" Dean asked and I sigh, sadly, at this. "(Y/n) and I knew him." Sam said and I bite my lips feeling so horrible for Barry.
"How did he die?" I asked Dean, upset. "He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom." He said and I close my eyes at this. "That's where --" Sam started to say but Dean finishes it for him. "Right where the chick got swirleyed to death, exactly. So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?" Dean asked.
"And using them to go after bullies, yeah." I said as I open my eyes to look between the boys. "Well, does that sound like Barry’s M.O.?" Dean asked. "Barry had a hard time." Sam said, sympathetically.
Flashback
It was between classes and there were students in the hallway, all heading to their next classes. Sam and I were walking down the hall and saw Barry walking down the hall when another student bumps him and makes him drop his books.
Sam and I see this and we go and help him pick up his stuff. "Thanks, guys." Barry said. "Great school." Sam said with sarcasm. "I don't care. Three years, and I'm out of here. I'm going to Michigan State. They got the best vet program in the country." Barry said after we hand his stuff to him and began to walk down the hallway.
"Do you like animals?" I asked Barry and he nods. "They're a lot nicer than people." He said and I let out a small laugh. We were walking to class when closet door opens and out comes Dean and some pretty blonde girl, both looking a bit disheveled.
That sick feeling came back up and I bite my lips at this as Dean noticed us. "Yo! Sammy! (y/n)!" He calls out and waves at us. Sam and I wave, unenthusiastically, at him then he and the girl leave, the girl giggles as they run down the hall.
"That's your brother with Amanda Heckerling?" Barry asked Sam, who nods. "He's cool." Barry said, smiling. "Yeah. He thinks so." Sam mutters while I just look down and stare at my feet, fiddling with the straps of my backpack.
I don't know what this feeling is but I really don't like it. I mean when we were younger, I could at least talk to Dean but lately it's like I can't get words out when I see him and I sound like a stuttering idiot.
I wish I could be as confident as those girls Dean goes after. Maybe then, Dean would see me in a different light and not see me as this little girl he has to babysit along with his brother.
"Hey, tough guy." A loud voice shouts and Sam, Barry and I look over and see Dirk, the bully, coming over to us. "I been looking for you. Still want to take Barry’s place?" Dirk asked Sam.
"Get out of here, Barry." Sam warned Barry. "I'll go get a teacher." Barry said and he runs off while Dirk towers over Sam, I stood beside Sam. "You want to go?" Dirk asked Sam. "I'm not gonna fight you, Dirk." Sam said. "Why not? You chicken?" Dirk asked as he shoves Sam. "Hey, leave him alone!" I shout and Dirk looks at me then back at Sam.
"You're gonna let your girlfriend fight for ya? Come on!" Dirk shouts as he shoves him again. "No." Sam refuses then Dirk hits Sam, who falls to the ground. He stays there, looking up at Dirk, while I go over to Dirk. "Stop it!" I shout as I try to push him back. But he didn't budge and then he shoves me down, hard.
I yelped in pain as I land on my side while Dirk turns his attention to Sam, who looked over at me with worry. "Get up! Get up! Come on! Get up! Don't let your girlfriend fight your fights for you!" Dirk shouts at him. "I'm not his girlfriend!" I yelled just as Mr Wyatt comes in.
"Hey, get back! Get back. That is enough." he said as he grabs Dirk and they walk away. Sam watches them then gets up and walks over to me. "You okay?" He asked me as he helps me up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Probably gonna be bruised in the morning." I said as I rub my side.