Uncharted Waters

New School

~ Lily

It was Monday. The worst day of the week if you ask me. Dean drove the two of us to school while Mary drove Sam. I fidgeted in my seat as nervousness starting creeping up on me, like it always did when I started a new school.

"I don't think we'll have any of the same classes," I could've sworn that Dean sounded apologetic.

"I would be surprised if we did, you are two years older than me," I pointed out.

"Okay, okay, I'm just saying…"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "Thanks dad."

"Excuse me little lady, don't you use that tone of voice with me!" Dean joked, making us both laugh.

He turned on his music.

'Back in black I hit the sack-'

I leaned forward and shut it off.

"What was that for?" Dean said as the car slowed at a red light.

"That's not music," I declared.

"Like hell it's not music. AC/DC is like the frinkin' king of rock!"

"I thought that was Elvis."

"When people think of rock they think AC/DC," Dean stated as if it were a universal fact.

"They aren't even singing," I argued, gesturing towards the radio, "They're just screaming into microphones."

"They are totally singing," Dean said, as the light turned green and we started moving again.

"You know what that is? That's probably some bum that still lives in his parent's basement screaming in the garage with his idiot pals," I shot back.

Dean let out a dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes as we pulled into the school parking lot, "You're hopeless." Although I saw his lips turn up into a small grin.

He pulled into a parking space and got out. I followed him, grabbing the backpack that I had picked out yesterday, with Sam's help of course.

Dean led the way inside and walked me to the front office.

"Oh, you must be Ms. Liliana," the office lady said the moment we walked in.

"It's Lily," Dean informed her.

"Well, nice to meet you Lily, let me just get you your schedule then," the lady bustled out of the office and disappeared.

"You know, I think this is the first time I've been in here on my own accord." Dean said, looking around the small office.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well usually it's," he raised his voice and acted out pushing glasses up his nose, "You go to the office right now young man! Where do you get the idea that fighting is okay? Your parents are going to hear about this!"

I laughed, "You get into fights often?"

He shrugged, "I don't look for fights if that's what you mean, they just…happen?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Sure, keep telling yourself that."

He shoved me playfully.

"Here you go dear," the office lady said, handing me a sheet of paper with my locker combination, schedule, and a small map of the school.

"Thanks," I told her.

"Sure dear, have a nice day!"

We walked out of the office, Dean leading the way up to the second floor where my locker was.

"Is she always like that?" I asked him.

"You have no idea," he replied.

Kids milled about in the hallway, most ignored us but a few glances were tossed our way. I could practically feel the stares at my back as we passed.

"So…either you're Mr. Popular or this school doesn't get many new kids," I thought out loud.

"Ignore them," Dean said, "They're just jealous."

"Jealous of what?"

"Well, you get to be in my company, don't you feel special?" He wriggled his eyebrows and all the worry that I had felt about coming there vanished with my laughter.

"Oh shoot me now," I teased.

He readjusted his backpack, "Okay, I see how this relationship is."

"What relationship? I know not of what you speak."

"Well Shakespeare, here doth lies thine locker, if evereth you needeth my help, just call and my noble steededeth shall answer."

I rolled my eyes, "You are truly awful at that."

He shrugged, "I knoweth not of what you speak."

"That's not even Shakespeare you idiot!"

"Well excuse me," he replied, "I have to go, see ya!"

He walked off down the hallway, nodding to the few people he knew and even stopping to chat with a couple of them. I smiled and shook my head, then tried the combination to my locker. It opened on the third try and I dumped everything into it except a notebook and pencil pouch.

"You'll also want a folder."

I jumped at the sound of a voice. A girl stood behind me, her brown hair held back by a headband. Her blue eyes watched me, and she blushed slightly.

"I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized, "I'm Rose, I'm on student leadership and I'm supposed to help you today."

"Oh," was all I could think to respond, I grabbed a folder and shut my locker, "So, do we have the same classes then?"

She nodded, "Yep, so even if you don't want my help you'll be stuck with me anyway." She flashed me a cheeky grin.

I shook my head, starting to wonder what was up with the people that lived here. Rose led me to the first class. It was like any other new school. A few teachers had me introduce myself while others simply nodded, told me their names, and then continued on with their lesson. My stomach started growling around third hour and thankfully rose and I had first lunch. After going through the lunch line I followed Rose to an empty table.

"I'll be right back," Rose said, nodding towards the bathroom.

"'kay," I replied. I felt someone tap my left shoulder as I watched her walk away. I looked, then my head snapped to the right as Dean sat down.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes, "I didn't know you had first lunch."

He set his tray down, "Yeppers." He noticed the tray Rose had left, "Unless someone else..?"

I shook my head, "It's just Rose, she's apart of leadership apparently."

"Ah," he said with a nod, "Got it, showing you around on your first day?"

"Pretty much. What is this stuff?" I asked, gesturing to my tray.

"Apparently its food, I don't know, at least today it's edible."

I grinned and took a bite of the hamburger. We ate in a comfortable silence for a few moments until Rose showed up.

"Oh, hello," Rose said to Dean as she sat back down at the table, "I think I've seen you in the hallways. Dean, is it?"

"The one and only," he replied, his mouth full.

"Eww," I said, "Don't talk with your mouth full, please."

He swallowed, "Okay mom."

"I feel like we've had this conversation already."

"I think we did, didn't we?" Dean asked, by now both of us were grinning as we each took a bite.

"Total de-ja-vu vibe going on," I agreed.

"Do you like the school so far Lily?" Rose asked politely.

"Its fine I guess," I told her with a shrug.

We finished eating and put our trays up before sitting back down. Rose, I learned, was an older sister as well as a younger sister. She enjoyed reading, and actually liked school, just not the people in it.

"Gosh, you sound like Sam," Dean groaned when Rose said this, "He's such a nerd!"

Rose shrugged, unfazed, "I assume you don't like school then?"

The bell rang before Dean could reply. He waved goodbye and was soon lost in the crowd of students as we made our way to fifth hour. The last few classes of the day went surprisingly fast and soon I was standing in front of my locker, stuffing books in my bag to take home.

"Well, I hope you like it here," Rose said, holding the few books in her arms that she couldn't fit in her backpack. She saw me glance at them and explained, "I like to get ahead," she shrugged, "I'm weird like that."

I shook my head and shut my locker, "Hey, whatever works I guess."

She gave me a small grin, "So did you enjoy your first day?"

We started walking down the hallway, I readjusted my backpack, "Honestly? I don't really know. It wasn't overly bad, but it wasn't great either."

We made it to the first floor and were just walking down the hallway when some jock rudely ran into Rose. She stumbled and dropped her books, hurriedly bending down to pick them up.

"Watch it!" I yelled to the guy's back.

"Lily, ignore him, I'm used to it," Rose mumbled, which only added fuel to the new found hatred I had for the guy.

The guy turned and walked back, getting in my face, "You have a problem newbie?"

I stuck my finger in his face, "Yeah I have a problem, dickbag. You owe my friend an apology."

I could see a few people stop to watch us on their way out, I ignored them. I always have had a problem controlling my anger and this case was no different. I knew what it was like to be picked on, I've been around that block a few times, sure it was one thing when it's you they're picking on, because you can just ignore them and walk away. But when they pick on someone you know, for no apparent reason, yeah I have a problem with that.

"What did you call me, bitch?" he asked, I took in his stature. He had at least one hundred pounds on me, probably at least a foot in height. But I figured I could at least make it through a few rounds with him before it got really ugly.

"Takes one to know one," I sang, I took a step back and gestured with my arms to the small crowd around us, "You gonna hit a girl and show them how cowardly you are?"

I admit, when that first punch hit my jaw I didn't see it coming. I stumbled backwards and dropped my backpack, massaging the sore area.

"Guess so," I muttered.

"That was a warning," he said.

I brought my fists up and quick as a snake punched him in the gut. He doubled over and I kicked at his face, he grabbed my ankle and yanked up making me fall on my back. I gasped as the wind was knocked out of my lungs.

"That's enough," Dean stood between the jock and I. I rested my throbbing head back on the ground with a sigh.

"You better keep your bitch on a leash Winchester," the guy said, spitting out Dean's last name like it tasted sour.

"Just keep walking Alex, I don't feel like kicking your ass today," Dean replied calmly.

Alex took in a deep breath and I swore he would throw a punch at Dean but he just turned on his heel and walked away.

"Shows over," Dean said to the few who had been watching the scene, at his glare the crowd left, "You too," he told Rose, who looked unsure.

"Thanks, it was stupid, but thanks," She told me before she left.

Dean held out a hand that I took gratefully and pulled me up with ease. He grabbed my backpack and started walking to the side exit.

"You don't look very angry," I observed.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face, "Alex is a dick," was all he said. He threw our backpacks in the backseat and climbed into the impala. He sat in front of the wheel for a minute and I was about to ask what he was waiting for when he started laughing, he whole body shook and he shook his head.

"What?" I asked him.

"You," he said, looking at me, "I think you just broke my record, a fight on the first day?" he whistled, "No wonder you don't stay in many foster homes long."

I scoffed, "Hey, he was asking for it, he totally ran into Rose-"

"Yeah, yeah," he said rolling his eyes as he started backing out, "Save it for my parents."

I groaned and put my head in my hands, "Crap, I didn't think about your parents."

"Don't worry, they'll probably be cool with it, God knows I've gone quite a few rounds with that kid. He thinks that just 'cause he's the principle's kid he can get away with anything."

"He's the principle's kid?"

The smile briefly left Dean's face, "Yeah, and he does get away with quite a bit, don't worry though, the principle's pretty good. Plus, it looked like you had a few witnesses in case good ol' Alex tries to lie his way out of trouble." He glanced over at me, "How's the jaw?"

"Fine," I murmured without thinking.

Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Honestly," I told him, "besides I got a few good hits on him too."

"Yeah I saw the gut punch, that was pretty sweet."

I snorted in response, "Hey, I thought we were heading home."

"Oh, I usually pick up Sammy after school, sorry, forgot to mention that," Dean informed me as we turned down a new street. I could see the elementary/middle school coming up.

Dean pulled into a parking space right up front and we waited for the bell to ring. Soon kids started flooding out of the building and after a few seconds I spotted Sam among saw the car almost immediately and hopped in back, moving our backpacks to make room.

"What happened to you?" he asked me almost immediately.

~ Dean

I rolled my eyes and started driving home.

"Oh, no, is it really noticeable?" Lily muttered, looking into the review mirror and examining the bruise that was forming.

"Who gave you that one?" Sam asked.

"Alex," I told him, knowing that was all I needed to say.

Sam nodded, "How'd he look after the fight?"

Lily flashed him a sinister looking grin, "I did get one good hit in, I'm not completely helpless."

Sam grinned, "Really? Where?"

"Sam, fighting equals bad," I told him.

"That's coming from you?" Sam shot back, "You were just in a fight last week!"

"Alex?" Lily guessed.

"Nah," I replied, already pulling into the driveway, "One of his cronies."

"Huh," she replied.

We got out and walked inside. I motioned for Lily to follow me into the kitchen, Sam came along as well. My mom was baking something in the oven and she turned around at the sound of our footsteps.

"Hey, how was…" the question died on her lips the second she saw Lily's face, "Oh no," she sighed, she grabbed Lily's face in her hands and inspected the bruise gently, "Doesn't look that bad, who was it?"

"Alex," Sam said, climbing onto one of the stools.

"What'd he do this time?" My mother asked.

I grabbed an icepack from the freezer.

"He knocked into someone that I met," Lily explained, nodding in thanks as she took the icepack from my hands, she placed it gingerly over the bruise, "I just told him to watch it and," she used her free hand to gesture to her face, "This just sort of happened."

My mother gave an exasperated smile and shook her head, she pointed at Lily and I, "You two both have quite the knack for finding trouble."

Lily grinned sheepishly and shrugged. I just hugged my mother across her shoulders. She briefly hugged me back before turning her attention to my little brother.

"Sam how was your day?" my mother asked.

"Boring!" Sammy replied, throwing his arms up dramatically.

"I thought you loved school," I teased.

Sam glared at me, "That doesn't mean it isn't boring sometimes. I love you, you're plenty boring."

"Ouch, burn" Lily said playfully poking my shoulder.

"Okay you guys, why don't you go get your homework done." My mother told us.

We climbed up the stairs, teasing each other back and forth, I thought back to how Lily had only just arrived a few days ago and how she already seemed to be a part of the family. In fact, it was hard to remember just how everything had been before she arrived.

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