Skin (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

Hi guys! So this is the story y'all chose. I hope you like it! I'm just gonna say this might not be the best. I'm writing at a busy time, so I'm sorry if it seems a little rushed. I will probably go back through and edit stuff at a later date.

Thanks to Medaperson for the cover of the story! Check out her books, she's trying to get back into writing again.

-Dean-

Beep, beep, beep!

The alarm screamed angrily, the sound echoing in the silent room.

A teenager rolled over, as millions do every day, in a vain attempt to ignore the annoying noise.

"Fuck me," He finally groaned, reluctantly relaxing his grip on the knife he slept with. For emergencies.

In the other rooms, his brothers were rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off, way more excited that he was.

I should get up, but sleep is so much better! He didn't have long to ponder the internal debate.

His door flew open, bouncing off the wall, and a sudden weight shoved him down into the mattress.

"Get your ass off of me!" He growled. The weight lifted just enough for him to roll into his back, his sharp looks greeting the playful brown eyes of one of his younger brothers. "Saaaaaaam." He dragged out his name in a whiny tone.

"Yes, big brother?" He tried his hand at innocence, but the smirk on his face said otherwise. "C'mon Dean, it's time for school." He hopped off his brother. "Oh, and check this out."

Sam carefully rolled up his sleeve to his forearm. Written in a chaotic neatness was a shopping list. It mostly consisted of different colors of glitters.

"I thought you wrote neater," Dean deadpanned, watching his brother's smile falter for a moment.

"You're a dumbass." He broke out into another grin. "It showed up his morning. Michael and Adam are taking bets on if I meet her in this new school." He chirped, practically bouncing.

"I dunno why you're so excited about soulmates. It's a bunch of bull." Dean chuckled, shaking his head a bit.

"Whatever. You're hoping you meet your soulmate too. I know it." In a moment of childish defiance, Sam stuck out his tongue when his brother silently disagreed once more.

"All right, all right. Let's get ready, shall we?" Dean suggested, getting up and ruffling his brother's hair playfully.

Over the next hour, the mundane routine of getting ready for school, while not disturbing their father downstairs, commenced.

"Sam, Michael! Let's go." The trio made their way to the car, taking their respective seats. "Wait, I feel like we're missing something." Dean hesitated.

The left rear door flew open.

"Me! You dicks!" The youngest, Adam, huffed as he got in. "Dad's still passed out drunk. He had a long hunt last night." He informed them all.

"Alright, let's blow this popsicle stand!" Dean started the car and slammed on the gas. He slowed down after Michael threatened to take away the car keys. That doesn't mean he was paying attention though.

How could he when he had great tunes?

Halfway through the song Heat of the Moment, which Dean seemed to be pouring his heart and soul into, he nearly ran over a group of kids in the school parking lot.