School Again...By Stella

[stella]

Now, this is my first actually fanfiction. It's a work in progress and was started just after the After School Special. Yes, you're all going to think I'm high and mighty on myself for using my character's name in it but I'll point out the fanfic character was in my brain first. She has nothing to do with this site's character. If you want to comment, PM me. Anyway, without further ado, I'll post it if anyone wants to read...

School Again

[stella]

~*~*~*~*~ Chapter One: First Day ~*~*~*~*~

“I hate this whole thing…” Sam grumbled angrily as Dean walked him up towards the school doors. He really did hate the moving from one school to the next. He hated being the new kid, having to start over every month and act normal. He thought it would be easier just to sit in the motel room and learn from the TV. Or get his own text books and stuff, teach himself and only take the tests in school. But no, his Dad insisted on making him go to school.

“Awe come on Sammy, it ain’t that bad,” Dean told him, giving his hair a ruffle with one hand. “Just think, you’re sixteen! Finish this year and only two more to go.” He added. Sam smirked lightly, not being comforted by the words. It was January seventeenth, which meant it was still two and a half years. Sam winced lightly, remembering the date. That meant Dean’s birthday was only a week away and Sam still hadn’t found anything to give him. His Dad told him to make something but Sam thought that Dean was too old for that now. He was turning twenty-one, the last thing he’d want was a crappy little hand made present. He truthfully couldn’t think of a thing! He had no clue what to get his brother, it was the big twenty-one, finally Dean would be legal (Not that that stopped him from doing things as a minor). Sam frowned in thought then blinked as Dean’s fingers snapped in front of his nose. “Sammy, you listening to me?”

“Yeah, sure Dean. Two years,” Sam said quickly, giving a forced smile up to his brother. The fact he looked up made him smirk, if he kept growing like he was he wouldn’t need to. He’d grown almost a foot in the last three months. He was now reaching 5’10 and was sure he’d overtake Dean’s height soon. He couldn’t wait to be the one ruffling his hair. “Can’t wait to get out though…I hate being the new kid,”

“So you say every time you move…” Dean grumbled, rolling his eyes. Sam shrugged in response, maybe he did but that just made the point known. “Just suffer for the next couple years, then you’re done and you can hunt with me and Dad instead of rotting in the classrooms,”
“Sure, can’t wait,” Sam repeated, scowling a the ground. He hated lying to Dean… He really did but it was necessary. If Dean knew that he was planning on leaving the minute he graduated Dean would kill him. So Sam kept his plans secret. He didn’t tell his Dad or Dean his University plans. He’d already started looking into Stanford and was ready to apply the moment he got to his senior year. He had no interest in taking on the family business… Maybe Dean could handle that life, Sam knew he couldn’t.

“Sam, is something wrong?” Dean asked, grabbed Sam’s shoulders and turning him to face him. Sam looked up at his brother’s face and shook his head.
“Nothing… Just hate being the new kid,” Sam answered quickly. Dean frowned, eyeing his face for a second then let him go. Sam rolled his green eyes lightly and stopped in front of the door. “See you after school Dean,”
“See you,” Dean said, giving Sam’s hair another ruffle. Sam glared and fixed the shaggy locks quickly, smacking Dean’s hand away. “I’ll pick you up if Dad still has the car. Later,” Dean added, giving a smile before turning on his heel and heading towards the parked Impala. Sam watched his brother get in the passenger side. His Dad didn’t even look over as the black car sped away down the street, no doubt after whatever they were hunting this time. Sam gave a soft sigh-like huff then pushed through the double doors, into the hallway of Whitford High.

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Sam looked around as he walked through the halls. He’d just gotten his schedule from the office secretary and directions to his classroom. Some directions… I think I took a left when I should have gone right… He thought bitterly to himself, pausing to eye the numbers on the doors beside him. The one to his left read ‘1009’ which theoretically should be beside his room ‘1010’ but of course it wasn’t. So not only would he be the new kid in his Biology class but he’d also be late. Lucky him…

“Are you lost?” Came a quiet voice behind him. Sam blinked and spun around, jumping because until a second ago he’d been completely alone in the hall. The speaker was a petite girl, really short (he guessed about 5’2). She had thick, shoulder length locks of dark brown hair and startling blue-green eyes. Her height and tiny frame would have made him think she were in junior high, rather than high school but she had a pretty, mature and kind face. She had to be in his year, a sophomore or Junior at least.
“Uh…yeah,” He answered, giving her a small embarrassed smile. “Is it that obvious?” He asked her, trying not to look like he’d be startled. The girl let out a soft laugh, her thin shoulders rocking with her laughter. Sam felt himself smiling at the glitter that took her eyes. Her laugh was like bells in his ears and he liked the sound of it.
“Very.” She told him, pausing her laughter. “That and you’re new, new guys generally can’t find their classrooms because the Seniors think it’s funny to switch up the room numbers at the start of second term to confuse the freshmen,” She told him. Sam didn’t find the joke funny at all. He smirked lightly and shook his head.
“Of course…” He said. The girl smiled in a friendly manner and stood on tip toes and leaned over to look at his schedule.
“Oh, you have Bio with Sparks.” She said with another little laugh. “That’s what I have, I was just running to my locker. Come on, her classroom’s way back there and up the stairs,” She told him. Sam smiled thankfully.
“Thanks,” He told her, folding the schedule and slipping it in his pocket. She smiled and shrugged then gestured up the hall with a slender hand.
“No problem,” She replied, starting to walk. Sam followed, surprised her little legs could move her at the same pace he was at. She shifted a binder under her arm then looked back up at him.

“I’m Stella by the way. Stella Williams,” She introduced.
“Sam,” He replied, not giving his last name, because truthfully he’d forgotten what it was this time. He’d know when the teacher reminded him. “It’s nice to meet you Stella,”
“Same to you Sam,” She said then grinned, speeding up her pace. “But we’d be best to hurry, Miss. Sparks isn’t fond of late students… Don’t want to make a bad impression on her do you?” She asked, her tone both serious and teasing. Sam smiled and chuckled softly, enjoying her company already. That must be why Dean always attracted girls when they were in school.

“No… How can I make a good impression?” He asked, speeding up to catch up with her. Stella’s eyebrows furrowed in thought as she considered his question. After a second she beamed at him.
“Answer questions. A lot!” She told him. “Sparks loves students who get involved with class discussions. And offer to introduce yourself to the class, she’d like that. Be polite and don’t talk when she’s speaking,” Stella told him. “But I’m not the best person to ask for advice like that. I’ve only been here a month… Dad’s got a job but we’ll be moving on soon I bet,” She said, looking down cast.
“Same here… Does your Dad move around a lot?” Sam asked her, feeling pity. They were in the same boat it seemed. Except he doubted her life was quite as hectic as his… He wished he could have a life where his Dad only moved around because of work, not hunting.
“You have no idea…” Stella answered, rolling those lovely teal eyes. “I usually stay in one place for like a month if I’m lucky. He’s actually not here now, I’m staying with a relative while he’s in the country around here.” She added but the way she suddenly looked scared, as if she was saying to much made Sam curious. He raised a brow in curiosity but before he could question her she stopped at a door and knocked on it. It swung open and a pretty, tall young woman appeared in the doorway.

“Ah! There you are Stella, we were just about to start…” The woman (Whom Sam guessed to be Miss. Sparks) said but drifted off as she took him in. “You must be Samuel Evans,”
“Sam,” Sam corrected, recalling the last name now. Evans… he’d have to remember that. The teacher smiled and let them in. Stella sent him a quick grin then shuffled off to an empty two-person table near the back of the room. She glanced at the teacher then silently mouth ‘politely introduce yourself’ to the teacher’s back. Sam nodded a bit and smiled at Miss. Sparks “You must be Miss. Sparks, nice to meet you ma’am,”
“It’s nice to meet you too Sam,” The teacher said looking impressed at his manners. “Take a seat at the table beside Miss. Williams, since you two seem to be friendly already. We’re just about to start our cow heart dissections,”
“Ok,” Sam said, trying to keep the look of disgust off his face. He wasn’t squeamish by any means, but that wasn’t the best way to start off his time at a new school. Still, he was glad he got to sit by Stella, at least he wouldn’t have to deal with the ‘new kid awkwardness’ by sitting with another. He quickly made his way through the rows of tables and smiled as he slipped into the seat beside Stella. “Thanks, she seems to like me,”

“She’s a nice teacher,” Stella whispered back as Miss. Sparks moved to the board and continued to write some instructions on the board. Sam let his eyes flicker over them but they were class rules obviously. Where goggles and gloves, don’t fool around, be careful with the scalpels, rules like that.
“She seems to be… So dissection huh? Need me to do the touching?” Sam asked her with a grin. Stella gave him a frown and withering look through her longish bangs.
“No. I’m quite capable…” She growled, obviously offended.
“Sorry, I just haven’t met too many girls who are into playing with cow hearts,” Sam said quickly, giving an apologetic wince. He hoped she wasn’t too offended, he didn’t want to lose the one friend he made. Stella eyed him a moment then smiled again, the anger leaving her face.
“I’m special that way,” She stated. “I’ve seen worse with my Dad,” She told him then stopped and bit her lip “Uh… I mean well… I want to be a Vet and he used to be one so he helps me,” She added quickly. Sam had the sense that the girl beside him was hiding something. He didn’t know what she was hiding but it made him curious, not that it was his business.
“A Vet?” He asked. “That’s cool,” He told her “I’m looking into Stanford myself,”
“Oh? For what co-” She started but was cut off by Miss. Sparks.

“Excuse me Miss. Williams, do I need to move Mr. Evans?” The teacher asked from the board, giving Stella a stern look. Stella shook her head quickly with an apologetic smile.
“Oh no Miss. Sparks, I’m sorry.” She said quickly, picking up the pencil before her and writing down the notes. Sam grinned and followed suite, jotting down the rules quickly in his own notebook.

He couldn’t help but glance over at Stella as she wrote, watching her use a hand to brush her hair from her face or place the end of the pencil between her lips as she paused writing. Every time she looked over though he quickly looked down. Once he was a little slow and he swore she was laughing silently when he looked over again. Her lips were upturned, her sparkling eyes fixed on her paper. He smiled a little and looked quickly down at his paper. He suddenly realized what was happening. It took sixteen years but Sam was finally having his very first crush. Wouldn’t Dean be proud…

Sam considered what Dean would say as the teacher began to pull a large box around to the tables. Stella was still writing and Sam watched her from the corner of his eye. He knew Dean would tell him to try and get with her. Sam didn’t see the point though, Dean had always had girlfriends at the schools. Sam didn’t see the point in having a girlfriend for a week then moving on. Wasn’t there supposed to be a special thing between them? So Sam decided to keep his feelings to himself. He blinked and looked up as Miss. Sparks stopped at their table. “Here you two go,” She said, reaching into the box.

“Well…This cow had a big heart,” Stella said as the teacher placed the five pound heart on their dissection tray. Sam eyed it with a raised brow. “Well… First step is to cut of the fat…Appetizing…” Stella mumbled, looking at her text then gesturing at the white, lard-like stuff covering most of the heart.
“Lovely…” Sam muttered, picking up a scalpel. Stella laughed softly and Sam smiled at her. “Let’s get to it then… Cutting off fat…”

~*~*~*~*~

“I don’t think I’ll ever look a t a burger the same way,” Stella chuckled as she and Sam washed their hands. They’d just finished their dissection and cleaned up the mess. Stella had cleaned up the dissection tray, Sam had washed the tools.
“I won’t either… Maybe I can disgust my brother though…” Sam said with a laugh. He doubted though, anything could make Dean not eat. That was like saying that Sam could stop the rain from falling, it just wouldn’t happen.
“You have a brother?” Stella asked, not in a stalker way, she simply sounded politely curious. Sam nodded to her. She smiled a little “I’m guessing he’s older? Does he go to Whitford?”
“No, he’s twenty,” Sam answered, shutting off the water and grabbing a paper towel. Stella did the same and he watched her dry her hands, crumple the ball and toss it in the garbage. “He doesn’t go to school anymore,”
“Lucky him,” Stella grumbled with a smirk. “I can’t wait to get out of here,” She smirked lightly to herself and returned to her seat, closing her books, only leaving her diagram out. Sam joined her, looking at the picture with awe. It was amazingly well drawn, perfect in dimensions and beautiful (For a cow heart). Sam became very jealous but also happy they were working together.
“I know what you mean, I can’t wait,” He said, quickly writing down the questions they were supposed to answer about their dissection.

He frowned lightly and pointed a question. “Did we locate the aorta?” He asked Stella. She looked up from her picture and nodded, pointing to a small part of her diagram.
“Yeah, remember the big hole I stuck my hand in to make the heart beat? That’s the aorta,” She asked with a laugh. Sam nodded, grinning as he remembered. She’d been interesting to do the dissection with. She’d gotten right in there, cutting it open, shoving her hand in it to make it beat while she made sound effects. She’d made the whole thing amusing to say the least.
“Right,” He chuckled, quickly jotting down the words ‘yes we did’ and where it was located. Stella looked over his shoulder, checking his answers with a grin.
“Almost done?” She asked.
“No…” He grumbled. “And we have to do a whole poster on it…” He muttered angrily. How dare the teacher just suspect that they could get together and do a project on it. “I can do the whole thing if you want, I don’t mind,” He told her quickly.
“I couldn’t!” Stella replied, “I couldn’t let you do it all on your own. It’s a group project… There is no ‘I’ in group. We’ll just need to make a time we can do it,” She said, her face returning to her sketch. Sam winced a bit once she turned away. That was much easier said than done… He really didn’t want to tell her that he was living in a motel at the moment, nor did he want her to meet his family. Dean would of course drop dirty hints and snide remarks. His Dad (if he was there) probably wouldn’t even let her in.

“I don’t mind, honestly.” Sam argued quickly, keeping his gaze focused on the paper on his desk. “I mean, you did most of the dissection, it’s the least I could do,”
“Nope. We can do it together. Like we’re supposed to,” Stella said. Sam opened his mouth to argue but she cut him off. “You can come home with me right after school if you want to. Or tomorrow.” She told him. Sam blinked in surprise. He’d never gone over to someone’s house before… Not without Dean or his Dad… It was an interesting offer.
“Well… I guess so…” He said slowly “But tomorrow would be better I think… My Dad’s taking me and Dean out for dinner tonight,” He lied. Stella smiled and nodded her head. Sam felt his stomach drop at the smile and found himself actually looking forward to it.
“That’s a good idea. That way my Aunt can make us dinner and will be prepared… But you’ll have to deal with my cousins…” She told him with a roll of her eyes. “Dani’s seventeen and a complete freak of nature… She’ll like you though. Then there’s Garrett and he’s four, he probably will follow you around the whole time,” She warned him. Sam smiled a little, feeling a little wary of going for dinner at her house. Still, he would like to get out of the musty old motel room now and then. After a moment of consideration he nodded.
“Sounds like a plan,” He said, just as the bell rang for their next class. Stella looked over at the clock and scooped up her books in her arms. Sam picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, pulling his schedule from his pocket.

“Who do you have? So you won’t be late again?” Stella asked, peering over at the paper to see for herself. “Oh, you have Steel for English! I pity you… He’s a fruit loop… He’s in room 1009, where I found you earlier.” She told him. Sam gave her a thankful smile, slipping the schedule back into his pocket, before hitching his backpack on his shoulder.
“Thanks, that’ll help.” He told her. She grinned and started toward the door, gesturing with her head for him to follow which he did.
“No problem new kid.” She told him with a friendly wink… Or at least he thought it was friendly… He could hope it was more. “I have Math with Massig, other side of the school… But if you want some company for lunch I usually sit on the front steps.” She told him. He grinned at the invite and nodded his head.
“I’ll be there,” He said as they slipped through the door.
“See you then Sam,” She said then turned on her heel and started off in the opposite direction than Sam needed to go. He turned to walk then stopped, deciding to pull a page from Dean’s book. He looked over his shoulder, eyeing Stella’s butt with appraising eyes. He smirked turning away and chuckled as he walked.

~*~*~*~*~

Stella was sitting where she told him she would be. Though she wasn’t sitting on the steps, instead she was perched on the railing, swinging her legs back and forth. She was (to his surprise) alone and humming to herself. When she saw him though she hoped up and beamed. “About time, I was beginning to think you were showing me up,” She teased with a snicker. Sam smirked and raised a brow.
“Nope, just slow… Steel wanted to talk to me… Give me the whole ‘welcome to Whitford’ speech,” He told her. She grinned and nodded, causing her hair to shine in the light.
“I understand,” She replied. “I got the same from Massig… Then again most girls say he’s the creep of the school that just likes flirting…”
“That’s creepy…” Sam stated and Stella nodded. Sam had thought she was pretty in class, man was he wrong. Out in the winter sun she was beautiful. Her hair seemed to glow in the sunlight and the snow made her aqua eyes stand out. Plus that quirk little twist of her lips was very cute.
“He is a little… But whatever… I can deal with him,” She told him then smirked. “Come on,” She said, starting to walk off towards the sidewalk. Sam blinked in surprise, glancing back at the school before turning his emerald gaze back to Stella.
“Where?” He asked her curiously. One of the school rules was not leaving the property… Stella seemed to be doing just that. She stopped and placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head to one side as she stared at him.
“Going to get lunch at the McDonalds on the next block,” She informed him, smiling. “Are you coming? Or are you scared of getting expelled?”
“I’m not scared!” Sam said quickly, bounding off after her. She smiled and started walking as he met with her, matching her pace. “But this is breaking the rules…”
“Rules are made to be broken Sam,” Stella stated. “Besides I go all the time, they never notice. Anyway, if you’re only here for a while what does it matter if you get suspended?” She asked. She did have a point, Sam had to admit that. Really it didn’t matter, he’d be leaving soon enough and then this school would be just another memory… Stella too sadly.

“I suppose so…” He admitted, causing her to beam at him.
“See? I’m very intelligent.” She said with a grin. Sam smirked and stuck his tongue out at her, surprising himself with the gesture. She stuck hers back out at him and laughed.

~*~*~*~*~

“I’ll see you tomorrow Sam,” Stella said as she walked out through the front door with him. He was pleased to have had History last with her. She wasn’t in his Physics class or English class but he had Biology and History with him. She didn’t sit by him in history though, which was the only downer. Still, he got to walk with her so it worked, he liked having a friend. He’d been surprised to find out she actually was quite shy, still very much a new kid. He suspected that was why she’d said hello to him, in hopes of making a friend. The problem with Whitford was that it was the High School of a small town, so everyone had known each other since they were two. It sort of made Sam feel bad that he’d be leaving soon.

“Yeah, I’ll see you.” He said giving her a smile. She beamed then walked away toward an old yellow Comaro parked at the curb. At the wheel was a twentyish-year-old who had a strikingly similar face as Stella. Sam suspected that was the Dani he’d heard about. Stella slipped around to shot gun and waved over the hood of the car. Sam grinned and waved back, starting toward the Impala as it stood waiting in front of him. Dean looked at him then turned to look who he was waving at. Sam saw the grin and immediately regretted waving.
“Well who was that cute little chick?” Dean asked as Sam slid into the car beside him. Sam shrugged his shoulders, chucking the backpack in the back. He knew he was in for a night of teasing and sex jokes… He was going to have the time of his life.
“Nobody…” Sam muttered, avoiding the question “So did you find the Witch?” he asked quickly. Dean let out a chuckle and started to pull away from the school, heading toward the motel.
“Like you honestly care Sammy. Who was the girl?” Dean asked again. Sam glared at the dashboard. Why do you need to be so nosey… He thought to himself. Still he knew Dean wouldn’t stop until he talked so he quickly made up his mind on an answer.

“Stella. She’s my bio partner and just a friend.” He told him, leaning back against his seat, looking out the window. Dean made a wolf whistle and Sam felt his cheeks warm in a blush. Sometimes he really hated Dean… “What?”
“You know she could be more Sammy.” He told him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Believe me, she’s got it for you, who blames her?… Still, you could use a haircut…” He teased, reaching out to ruffle Sam’s hair. Sam pulled his head away and smirked.
“She could be… Still there’s no point Dean… We’ll just move on and I’ll hurt her.” Sam grumbled. Dean let out a hoot of laughter, shaking his head.
“I’m not expecting you to marry her!” He laughed, causing Sam to blush further. “Just have a fling, you might enjoy yourself you know.” Sam grumbled an inaudible reply and stared out the window, trying to fend off his blush. “Awe, come on dude, just give it a try… I mean, you aren’t as good looking as me but you could get some,”
“Thank you Dean…” Sam growled. “And just so you know you don’t have to get me after school tomorrow…” He added, deciding to bring up the topic while they were talking about Stella. Dean raised a brow and looked over.
“Oh? Did you make a move already? Do I need to go over the rules Sammy? You can’t knock her up cause Dad would-”
“DEAN!” Sam cut him off, glaring. “We’re doing a bio project at her house. Her Aunt and cousins will be there.” He grumbled, blushing again. What kind of guy am I? Blushing like some little girl… He thought miserably to himself.
“Sometimes an audience makes it better,” Dean offered with an exaggerated wink. Sam groaned and smacked his head against the window, causing Dean to roar with laughter.

[stella]

~*~*~*~*~ Chapter Two: Being Emotional ~*~*~*~*~

Sam found his night went by more boring than anyone could ever have thought possible. John didn’t return until about ten, and went to sleep the minute his shoes were off. Dean was surprisingly civil towards Sam, not mentioning Stella once. Instead he mostly sat there and watched TV while eating. Sam took that time to try and think of birthday ideas. He still had nothing… Not to mention he didn’t have much cash either, he’d been saving for a while but still, he only had about twenty bucks. That wasn’t going to get him much in terms of a great present.

That and he kept getting distracted by thoughts about school and the Bio project. He was actually excited to go to school, it was strange and weird but he was. Of course he didn’t dare tell Dean in fear of getting teased again but couldn’t help but sit there and grin randomly to himself, thinking of Stella’s pretty eyes. But then he’d have a moment and feel bad, knowing he couldn’t go anywhere with Stella. Not without hurting her in a week. He didn’t want to cause that… He’d feel guilty about it, just vanishing suddenly. It would be bad enough now that they were friends.
“Sam, you going to eat that?” Dean asked at dinner. Sam blinked back into reality, glancing down at the bowl of canned soup in his lap. He hadn’t touched it yet, but wasn’t really hungry. So he shook his head and held it out towards his brother. Dean took it and began wolfing it down like his life depended on it. Sam smirked a little Maybe I should just get him food for his birthday… He’d love that He thought to himself. Maybe just buy him a cake. But as great an idea as that Sam knew it wouldn’t work, a cake would only last a night (If that)… Sam wanted to give him something that would last a bit longer. He frowned, mentally drilling himself for ideas.

“Are you ok Sammy?” Dean asked from his bed.
“What do you mean?” He asked, looking over with a puzzled expression. Dean raised both eyebrows, putting his spoon down in the soup.
“You’ve been acting weird… Day dreaming and looking all confused…” Dean stated, looking concerned for him. Sam smiled a bit.
“Just tired…” He lied. He wished it was just that he was tired. Oh no, he couldn’t think of a present and was running out of time and was crushing big time. Not a great mix, worry and excitement. They mixed about as well as iced tea, barritos and ice cream (Which according to Dean was not a good mix).
“Oh no! I don’t think so Sammy, it’s that girl ain’t it? Stelle?” Dean pointed out, wiggling his eyebrows a bit. Sam felt heat rush to his cheeks and looked back down at his soup quickly, not meeting Dean’s gaze. That made Dean chuckle and clap his hands together “Oh yeah! Called it!”
“Shut up Dean…” Sam growled, playing with his soup, scooping up a spoonful then dumping it right back in. Dean went quiet but to Sam’s surprise listened. Sam watched his soup splash a bit and mentally growled. He really shouldn’t have even befriended Stella, he knew when he left she’d be the lonely new kid again, that made him feel bad.
“You know, if it bugs you that much don’t bother.” Dean said, almost in a hushed voice, looking over at Sam concerned again. Sam didn’t look up from his soup, still blushing faintly. “I mean, it’s not worth you getting so..so…emotional.”
“I’ll be fine Dean.” Sam told his brother, shoving a spoonful of soup into his mouth, just to make Dean happy. “I’ll work it out, I can do it,” He added, sending a quick grin to Dean. Dean didn’t seem to convinced but let it go. Well for now anyway, Sam knew it would be brought up again. If there was one thing Dean did, it was make sure Sam was happy.

“So when’s Dad getting home?” Sam asked after a few minutes passed, looking up from his soup.
“Soon, it’s a small town so he said he’d walk home,” Dean replied, flicking through the TV channels. Sam watched the screen flicker and wondered if his Dad would have any birthday present ideas. Sam doubted it, it wasn’t like his Dad to make birthdays a huge, special event. So Sam figured he was still on his own with the present idea. Unless maybe Stella would have an idea, she had a cousin who was about Dean’s age. Sam didn’t keep his hopes up but figured she might be able to at least give him an idea.
“Walk? Great example he is for us…” Sam muttered sarcastically. Dean gave him a sharp look, which Sam cleverly didn’t look at by taking a bite of soup. After another bite Sam felt himself unable to down anymore of the nasty, boring, watery crap. He put the bowl on the bedside table and yawned, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m going to bed Dean, keep the TV quiet,” He old Dean with a second yawn. Dean nodded, keeping his gaze on the TV screen.
“Sure thing Sammy, night,” He replied. Sam quickly pulled his shirt over his head and swapped it for a ratty, old white tee shirt. Once his shirt was placed neatly in his duffel bag he pulled his jeans off and added them before crawling into his bed. He closed his eyes, rolling over so his back was to the TV and Dean. He relaxed and was just drifting off when he heard Dean make a very nasty comment involving a dream and Stella as well as a change of sheets. However Sam ignored the jibe and pretended to be asleep.

~*~*~*~*~

“Good morning Stella,” Sam said as he slipped into his desk in the bio room. Stella was already there, her forehead down against the desk top. She murmured something he didn’t understand. He blinked his emerald eyes and raised a brow “Uh…What was that?”
“I said ‘good? Why is it good?’” She repeated, sitting up in her desk. She was smiling at him but there was something about her… He couldn’t name what it was that was different about her. He looked over her face, trying to figure out the difference but gave up after a moment and formed an answer.
“I don’t know…” He replied. She chuckled softly and leaned her head in her hand, letting her elbow prop herself up against the desk. He could have sworn even her laughter was off today, forced and almost hollow. He frowned in concern and it hit him what was different about her face, it was her eyes. They lacked the glimmer of excitement they had held the day before. The aqua orbs were dull, glazed and soft, as though she was sad. He hadn’t known her long and didn’t claim to know she was sad, it was just his guess.

“Are you okay Stelle? You look a little off…”
“I’m fine, just a little tired,” Stella told him, giving a small smile. He wasn’t sure he completely believed her and simply raised a brow again. She eyed his expression for a little while then sighed and massaged her forehead with one hand. “Just… I had a big fight with my Dad yesterday… I’ll be alright,” She assured him, smiling a little more. A hint of the glitter in her eyes flickered and Sam hoped he could make her feel better.
“You and your Dad don’t get along?” He asked. He winced after and quickly added, “If you don’t mind my asking! I mean, I don’t mean to be nosey or anything… I’m just curious,” He internally cussed and winced again. How could he just ask that of her? He didn’t know her, he might consider her a friend but he hadn’t known her long enough to poke into her personal life.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind your asking.” Stella responded, turning her gaze to the text book, open on her desk. “I guess you could say we don’t get along… He just expects so much of me, too much and I can’t handle it. I can’t fill the shoes I’ve been handed.” She explained softly, still focusing on the book.
“I’m sorry,” Sam said tentatively, then had an imagination burst where a little Dean-angel popped up on his shoulders. Take her hand! Give it a squeeze! It’ll maker her feel better! The little angel squeaked then vanished. Sam smirked and shook his head lightly, but considered what the angel told him.
“Don’t be sorry! It’s certainly not your fault…” Stella grumbled, rolling her eyes with a slight smirk. She focused her gaze on the blackboard and Sam decided to take a risk and listen to the Dean-angel.

He slowly reached out and took the hand resting on the desk. He held it gently and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Stella straightened up slightly in her seat and looked over at him, a light pink tinge appearing on her pale cheeks. This made Sam’s heart do a slight jig in his chest but he held onto the hand, not backing out yet.
“I am sorry. I understand where you’re coming from.” Sam told her. “Me and my Dad aren’t on the same foot most of the time, but don’t let it get to you okay? I kind of look forward to seeing that smile of yours,” Sam added, surprising himself. Where had that came from? He didn’t even know… Dean probably told him to say it at one point. In any case the blush in Stella’s cheeks lit up further and she sort of blinked but didn’t speak.
“Excuse me class, please look forward!” Miss Sparks called from the front. Sam gave Stella’s hand a final squeeze then let it go and focused his attention to the teacher. Well he tried to, it was more focused on watching Stella out the corner of his eye. She was watching the teacher, still blushing but there was a little smile on her lips, one that suggested he’d just made her morning better.

The bio class passed far too slowly, at least for Sam. Turned out it was a work day but they couldn’t work on their posters, instead they had a massive assignment of questions. That meant that he couldn’t even talk to Stella, no matter how much he wanted too. He’d already almost gotten a detention for trying. So he did his work, trying to focus. He was more focused on his thoughts though, he was severely regretting the hand thing. As much as he liked it he wasn’t sure Stella had. Even if she did he had made a mistake, what if she took that as he wanted a relationship? He couldn’t do that! He’d only just get the whole thing going and have to leave, he didn’t want her to be put through that. Despite those unselfish thoughts he knew if she asked him to go on a date he couldn’t say no, he’d go. All in all, it was a problem.

Sam blinked in surprise as a piece of paper sharply jabbed the side of his hand. He glanced over to see Stella, poking his hand with a piece of paper folded in a neat little triangle. He cocked a brow and she poked him again with a small grin then left the paper between them and went back to her work. Curious Sam picked up the paper triangle. On the flat side it read ‘Gigantor, open me please’. Sam smirked lightly and fiddled with the triangle until he got it to unfold. He opened it and spread it flat.

[font=arialThanks for the little speech Sam, it’s nice to know someone’s on my side.

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Was what it said. He furrowed his brows in confusion and quickly jotted down a message to her in response.

What do you mean? ‘It’s nice to know someone’s on my side’?

He folded the paper into a simple square, unable to remake the pretty triangle and slid it under Stella’s hand when the teacher wasn’t looking. He resumed doing his bio work but listened to the scratching of her pencil on the paper. After a few moments the paper was slid back.

Nevermind, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I thanked you.

Sam shrugged lightly but decided not to question the comment further. He certainly didn’t want to make Stella talk more than she had and wasn’t going to piss her off by poking his nose where it didn’t belong. Who knew if it would get punched, he certainly wouldn’t put it by Stella’s cousin Danielle… At least from what he’d heard Stella say about her. Being hot-headed, over protective and tough as Dean.

Well, you’re welcome Stelle. It’s what I do, make others feel better. So are we still on for making a poster tonight?

Sure are, unless you’ve got plans. I have some poster paper and all the stuff we’ll need at home. I hope you like pizza, my Aunt has decided that in honor of your coming over to have pizza.

I don’t mind pizza, I’ll even help pay whatever place you get it from.

Sam heard a soft chuckle as she replied to the latest note. He wasn’t sure why she was laughing… But he figured he’d find out soon enough.

You don’t need to pay! My Aunt’s making it, she’s Italian and just loves making homemade pizza. Though she’d find it very amusing if you paid her.

Oh, I get it. That’s cool, I’ve never had homemade pizza before.

What?! You’ve NEVER had it? I pity you Sam… Really, it’s quite sad…

Gee… Thanks Stelle…

She chuckled at his note and smirked over at him. Obviously his stupidity had cheered her up. Her aqua eyes once again were glittering and her smile was real. She glanced up to see the teacher coming and quickly crumpled the paper up, shoving it in her pocket. The teacher walked by, glancing down at their work then moved on, looking down at the other desks. Stella smirked over once the teacher passed and shook her head with a silent laugh.

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Physics was more interesting than most of his classes. It was actually new stuff, exciting information that Sam copied down with flourish. He was in his element, answering questions as quickly as the perked up. He didn’t care if the other students gave him the ‘what a geek’ look. He knew that all the guys in this class watched Stella as she walked down the hall. She was like a celebrity. They all refereed to her as the “Cutie Patooty” and were all fond of her ass. It annoyed Sam but he knew that they were all jealous that she chose to speak to him. In any case he pretty much leapt out of his desk at the end of the class, heading eagerly towards the front doors where he knew Stella would be waiting.

Today he convinced Stella to eat in the Cafeteria. She wasn’t impressed with it but agreed eventually. They sat at a small table at the back of the long room, keeping to themselves. Stella mostly talked about her bio questions and how she’d finished them in her drama class. She was smug and Sam laughed at her teasing. “You’re going to have to do them, haha. I’m all done!” She would say. Sam would agree and she’d stick her tongue out. She seemed to be in a much better mood and hadn’t mentioned his hand-grabbing-action. He didn’t know if that was good or not. He told himself it was good that she wasn’t interested, all the better for her once he left… Still it kind of hurt too. Still he forced himself not to think of it that way. Besides, he couldn’t focus on that when Stella continued chattering on.

Stella walked with him to History but they sat apart so he had to go to the opposite side of the room as her. He glanced up in the middle of World War I notes to look at her. She glanced up and met his gaze. She held it a moment with a soft smile then made a face, sticking her fingers in her ears and puffing out her cheeks. The action was so immature and random Sam burst into laughter, causing most of the class to look at him strangely. He turned red and coughed, focusing his gaze on the book on his desk. After a while people went back to work and Sam felt it was safe to look back up. Stella was grinning at him, shaking with silent laughter. She stopped her laughing and simply grinned before returning to her work. At the end of class she skipped over with a snicker. “Well, well Chuckles, way to disrupt the class…” She teased. Sam smirked lightly and she snickered again. “Well, I’m off to Math, see you,” She said, turning to walk away. Sam looked over at a guy watching Stella’s ass. It annoyed him so he called out.

“Oi Stelle!” He cried. She paused and turned around to face him with an expression that questioned him. “I’ll meet you at your locker before we head to your place, ok?” He called. She raised a brow but smiled and nodded. Then turned and quickly weaved through the people. Sam looked over at the guy who was staring at him now. He smirked triumphantly then turned on his heel.

Sam made his way to English, grinning to himself like an idiot. Still, he was very excited for the end of the day. He was excited to go over to Stella’s house… Maybe not to meet her family but he was excited about the pizza. Maybe Stella would even let him sneak a piece back for Dean, as ridiculous as that question would be. He only had to wait another hour, that was it!

He sat at the back of the room in English, completely alone. Not that he minded, it just meant that he could zone out while the teacher rambled on about Hamlet without getting caught. Not that he didn’t like Hamlet, he didn’t mind it all. It was just that he’d already done it and the teacher’s voice just made him want to sleep. Still he tried to force his attention to stay on the teacher and not slip away. Though he knew he was failing miserably. Still, he tried.[/blockquote]