Fallen

Chapter One

Dean Winchester is starting his first day of eleventh grade in high school today. He would say he's nervous, but he really isn't. Everyone loves Dean Winchester. He is popular, smart, funny and not to mention; incredibly attractive. One thing about being the 'popular guy', is he has the abrupt reputation of sleeping around with lots of woman, which, Dean himself, couldn't say is a false accusation. Although, sex is just a way for him to escape. Ever since his parents died in a fire a year ago, him and his little brother Sam are always extremely troubled. Dean hears voices in his head and he is sure that Sam can hear them sometimes too because one time he walks into Sam's room and sees his brother pacing from side to side, his hands clutching his head and he repeatedly is whispering, 'Please, go away. Just leave me alone.'

They never talk about it. Dean doesn't know how to approach the subject. Maybe they are both crazy? Either way, he feels that when it needs to be talked about, it will happen. Dean just isn't going to be the one to bring it up. 

"You ready for your first day of high school, Sammy?" Dean grins at his little brother before biting down into a piece of peanut buttered toast.

Sam looks at him with wide, worried eyes. "Dean, what if I don't make any friends? What if I end up being that loner kid that sits by himself at the lunch table. I don't think I can do this Dean. Can you call up the school and say I'm sick-" "Sam," He puts a hand on his brother's shoulder and Sam relaxes a bit. "You'll be fine. Plus, you're my little brother so that means everyone's gonna like you whether they want to or not." Dean ruffles Sam's hair with one hand.

"If anyone gives you shit, you come straight to me okay?" Sam nods slowly.

"Alright, now come on, let's take Baby for a drive."

Baby is a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala that was passed on to Dean by his father, John Winchester. Dean loves his car as much as he loves pie and sex. Which is a lot.

"I swear man, you have got to update your cassette tape collection." Sam says as they hop in the car, which is already blazing with music because Dean was sitting in it earlier.

"Why?"

"Well for one: They're cassette tapes. And two: Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Sam grunts in response to the nickname. "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam, okay?"

"Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean grins and turns it up to full volume.

From the moment he steps out of the Impala, he is greeted with lots of hugs and friendly banter. He introduces Sam to some of his friends that he doesn't already know and then lets him go off to find his own way.

Dean walks through the hallways with his best friend Jo, discussing their upcoming classes. They depart ways when Dean tells her he has to go get books out of his locker. He loves Jo, in a very platonic way, of course. However, sometimes he isn't sure if Jo loves him in the same way, as he will occasionally catch her staring for a bit too long when he 'isn't' looking. He chooses to ignore it though. Jo has been his best friend throughout his childhood and he isn't going to let some stupid crush she may or may not have on him ruin such a special friendship.

Dean gets his books, then starts heading towards his class. His phone vibrates in his pocket and when he gets it out he sees he has a text from Jo.

'Good luck with Mr Crowley. He's super crabby on Mondays. But, I mean, aren't we all?'

Dean rolls his eyes but smiles to himself. Turning a corner, his eyes are still glued to his phone as he is about to type a text back when suddenly, he feels himself collide with something a bit smaller than him, making him drop his books on the floor from the unexpected shock.