Unexpected Friendships With The Unlikeliest Of People

Chapter 2: First Day Jitters

I'm 98 percent sure that this chapter is worse than the other chapter. Oh well.

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"Come on," Sam yelled as he dragged his brothers behind him.

"I can't believe he's actually excited about the first day of school," Adam muttered to Dean as they struggled to keep up with Mr. Moose which earned a small laugh from the older one.

"Me neither."

"I just hope this won't be like the last school. He got too excited every day."

"Definitely," Dean agreed.

Sam continued to drag his smaller brothers across the campus to the main office ready to pick up his schedule. He failed to see the annoyed expressions on his brothers faces as the ran behind him.

"Hello and welcome to Springfield High School. How can I help you?" The woman asked in a monotone voice that said she didn't want to be there any more than the kids.

"We just need our schedules," Sam informed the lady.

Sighing, she pulled out a binder and asked, "Name?"

"Winchester and Milligan."

She shuffled through the binder before pulling out a schedule, handing it to Sam, which he passed to Adam. Then, two schedules were given to Sam. One for Dean, one for "little" old Sammy.

"Have a great first day," she told them. "Good luck."

After exiting the office, Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in age and asked, "What did she mean by 'Good luck.'?"

Adam just shrugged as they split up to find their homerooms.

Sam walked into his homeroom and noticed the only other person in the room at the moment besides the teacher was a kid with dark brown curly hair with his nose stuck in a very interesting looking book.

"What is your name," the teacher asked kindly. She looked very tired though. It may just be nothing.

"Uh, Sam. Sam Winchester."

"Good morning Mr. Winchester. Just take a seat anywhere and have a great first day."

He muttered a thank you as he took his seat at across from the boy with the dark curly hair. He contemplated on starting a conversation with the boy, but argued with himself. Social anxiety's a b**ch.

To his surprise, the boy started speaking.

"So," he said. "Sam. Sherlock. What brings you to Springfield?"

After a moment of silent shock, Sherlock sighed and said, "Yes, I do talk. Now answer the question."

Sam subtly gave him his bitch-face before saying, "My dad works a lot. I'm living with my mom and Uncle."

"What does your dad do," Sherlock asked, not once looking up from his book.

"He's a soldier," Sam answered nervously. What was this? An interrogation? "What about you?"

"Hmm?" Sherlock asked as he finally looked up from his book.

"Why are you here? You're obviously not from around here, based on your accent. What does your dad do?"

Beat on his kids when he's pissed or drunk, Sherlock thought before saying, "He doesn't currently have a job. He's looking for one, though. My mother's work requires her to move a lot, so I have no other choice."

Sam mouthed an oh before awkwardly looking around the room. Why did it have to be so hard to talk to people? They were just people!

"Name," the teacher asked.