Connect The Dots (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

{{Prologue}}

Isabella (Izzy) Halvar was the top musical and science prodigy in her highschool. She was extremely popular, and liked by many. Isabella had the capability to hang out with or have anyone she wanted. But, despite everyone's opposition, she went for the rugged, but equally as smart, Sam Winchester. Isabella and Sam hung out all the time, since his dad was away on work day after day. Sam told her little, but the most important thing was that he was only going to be around long enough to graduate...which was in 2 weeks.

**This prologue is told in 3rd person** 

     The first bell rang, signaling the start of the school day. Isabella Halvar, a 17 year old senior at South Valley High, practically skipped to her first class. She knew that in just a couple short weeks, her mind would be free of school until she started college. As she sat at her desk, her favorite familiar face trudged into the room.

"Hey, Sam!" She called, pushing up her glasses.

"Morning, Izzy." Sam yawned, tossing his rugged backpack onto the table.

"You look stressed, are you alright?" She tilted her head to the side, eyes pinned on the brown haired male.

"Dean kept me up all night." He scoffed, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, boo. Ready for that test today?~" She puffed out her lower lip, soon returning to a smile.

"Ah, hell. As I'll ever be." Sam groaned, picking out a half-used pencil from his bag.

     The class yearned on, the only sound in the room belonging to the ticking of the second hand on the clock. Isabella tore a piece of notebook paper from her binder once she was done with the test, wrote on it, and slid it over to Sam. "You free after school?"her girly, neat handwriting occupied the first line. Sam scribbled a response, and passed it back. "Sure, what for?", Isabella looked up, making sure the teacher wasn't staring her down. "Icecream, I was thinking?". The bell rang, allowing the students to file out.

     The pair walked on to their next class, the usual teasing from their peers about Isabella hanging out with someone like Sam. Isabella was a popular girl, whom many adored. She was in the marching band, taking on the role of tenors in the drumline. She also did tennis, dividing her time between the sport, band/drumline, and Sam. Literally anyone she wanted could get wrapped around her finger, but she chose him. They sat down in their next class, when Sam's phone began to go off.

"Who is it, Sammy?" Isabella inquired, poking her head onto his shoulder.

"It's Dean. He says dad's come home early. I have to go." Sam shot up, grabbing his backpack and leaving the classroom.

"Sam, wait!" She cried after him, looking reluctantly at her peers before throwing her bag on her shoulder and reaching for her keys.

     Sam stopped just outside the school, heading to the football stadium where his brother would pick him up. He turned around, noticing Isabella had followed him.

"What the hell, Izzy? You're going to be counted truant!" Sam yelled, causing the female to flinch.

"I-I just...wanted to make sure we could still go out for icecream..." Isabella whimpered, twiddling her thumbs.

"Fine, whatever. Just...don't do anything stupid. And ignore Dean." Sam scoffed, slumping his shoulders and walking next to her.

     Isabella stood next to Sam, occasionally picking nearby purple flowers and tying them together at the stems. Once she finished, Isabella placed her handmade flowercrown on her head and laughed. Sam looked down at the ginger female, her long ponytail swaying in the light breeze. The tender moment was interrupted, however, when the sound of an engine revving became louder and louder. The black '67 Impala Isabella had seen maybe once or twice rolled up. The window slid down, revealing the face of Sam's older brother, Dean.