Marble Hills High[]A Supernatural Highschool fanfic

Chapter 1

Let's do this

Chapter 1 - Molly

Sam has been looking out the window the whole drive but was paying no attention, gripping the bottom of the seat out of nervousness. He was more in the midst of his thoughts. About how awkward the whole ride has been, how awkward it'll be to be the youngest kid in high school, and how awkward he looks in his "first day of high school" clothes. A whole bunch of awkwardness.

"So," John started, making Sam jump slightly at the sudden talking, "9th grade already. Weird huh?"

"Yeah," Sam let out a nervous laugh, "Not every day a newly 13-year-old is let into high school. Guess the studying paid off."

"Any idea what you're doing after high school?" John asked, glancing over at Sam before back on the road. Of course, he brings that up.

"I told you, I'm going to Stanford for law," Sam answered, letting a bit of annoyance slip through, "I don't want to be part of the family business."

"I know, Sam, I know," John spat, "You've made that very clear."

"So then why do you keep asking?" Sam leaned forward and turned his body halfway towards his father.

"I just want you to think about your choices, that's all," John flung his hand up as if to stop the conversation there.

"Yeah right," Sam scoffed, leaning back and crossing his arms, "You just want me to be in the business so you can control me."

"Sam drop it, I don't want you to start the school being mad at me."

"You the one who brought it up?!"

"I said drop it!"

Sam let out a "tch" noise before looking back out the window. 5 minutes later, John spoke again. "What made you choose that high school out of all your choices?" he asked. Sam looked over at him in disbelief.

"The glowing 3-star review," Sam rolled his eyes, "You really think I had much of a choice? Dean's in that hell hole and didn't come home this summer, again. I'm worried."

"Didn't stop you before," John muttered. Sam didn't bother commenting back.

Sam wasn't entirely lying, about not having much of a choice. Truth is, this was the only high school that would accept him. He could've tried others, but that would've been a waste of time. Plus he wanted to get away from his father. So he just used Dean as an excuse. He would understand.

..Hopefully.

Before he knew it, the Chevrolet Chevelle John had borrowed from Bobby came to a stop in the crowded parking lot of Marble Hills Dormitories. It was full of kids and their parents, paired with multiple suitcases and bags, all rushing to make it into the building to get settled. Sam got out of the car, a bag over his shoulder, and made it to the back of the car to open the trunk and get his single-wheeled duffel bag.

"You sure you don't want to help me check in?" Sam asked, quietly as he already knew the answer.

"Sorry Sammy I can't," John sighed, "I have to go back and help Bobby. But I'll text you later I promise," John gave Sam a reassuring smile. Sam flashed a quick smile back, before making his way to the building, hearing the car drive off. Not even a goodbye. Be honest, what did you expect? Sam thought to himself, letting out a sigh. He decided to distract himself with his surroundings. It didn't help.

Everywhere he looked, there were kids, with a bunch of bags, with their parents or siblings, who also carried bags. They were talking and laughing, and a few parents were even crying. Sam felt so out of place, with his two barely filled bags and all alone. He wanted to come here to get away from all that. How foolish of him to think he could ever escape the crippling feeling of loneliness.