𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖭𝖤 -
𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋? !
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THE BLONDE had finally settled into the furnished room that now belonged to her. Honey had felt weird to be able to unpack the couple of duffle bags that held everything she had in her entire life into a closet or in around the bedroom. A bedroom that she could finally have the privacy she had secretly craved for — being cooped up in a small room with both her father and uncle for most of her life wasn't something she liked doing, she didn't mind it — don't get her wrong. It was nice but she is a teenager girl for crying out loud, she needed to be able to do what ever teenage girls do these days.

Honey let out a sigh of frustration as she throw the empty duffle bag on the ground that surprisingly landed right next to the other two. Three duffle bags that held all her belongings now scattered around the room to help make it feel like home.

But deep down Honey couldn't help but wonder if her life had turned out different that she wouldn't have everything that was ever hers fit in just three duffle bags. The blonde couldn't help but nit pick at how her closet was almost bare, how she only owned a couple of makeup items that were now laid in the bathroom neatly along with the few skincare items.

There was a small knock at her bedroom door as someone cleared their throat, the blonde glanced over and spotted her dad, a small box horribly wrapped in old news paper which made a chuckle escape Honey's lips, "got you a little present," he announced as he made his way over towards his daughter, placing the present beside her.

The blonde's lips upward ups as her fingers danced across the wrapping, "you didn't have too."

"I had too," Dean corrected, sitting down beside her, "how could I forget my own daughter's birthday."

Honey playfully rolled her eyes, she wasn't big on birthdays or anything to do with presents for that matter. She didn't really see what the big fuss was about, all she ever needed was her small little family that she had left.

"Open it," Dean's eyes never left his daughter figure, watching as her fingers had slowly peeled back the wrapping paper to reveal a phone. Honey's brown eyes widened as her movements became quick to pull it out of the box, "I know it's not one of the newest models but —."

Dean's words were cut off as the blonde throw her arms over his neck which cause the older Winchester to lean in a wrap his around her waist, resting his chin onto of her blonde hair. A shy smile placed on his lips as tears were threatening to escape, "I love it," she whispered, "I love you."

A small chuckle escaped her father's lips as he pressed a kiss on her forehead, "I love you too, Honey," he muttered, "now, get some sleep. You've got school. Huh, never thought I would say that."

Honey had let go of her father, quickly leaving a kiss on his cheek, "you're the best."

Dean had given her shoulder a small squeeze as he made his way out of the room while Honey had started to get ready for bed. Dean's heart had fluttered at the words you're the best, those three words had meant the world to him. Honey Winchester was something Dean wanted to get right in his lifetime, he wanted to be the best father for her. He wanted to do it right. There were moments where he thought he wasn't but those words had reassured him.

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HONEY WINCHESTER had never felt more out of place until now, her eyes moved around the chaotic scene of teenagers walking and running through the front of the high school and the parking lot. The blonde let out a shaking breath as she glanced over at her father in the driver seat, "do I really have to go to high school?" She questioned, "what's wrong with homeschooling?"

Dean raised his eyebrows at his daughter, shaking his head, "you need to experience a normal childhood and that means going to high school."

"There's nothing normal about us," Honey muttered as she reached in the back seat to grab her bag while her father playfully rolled his eyes at the girl.

"Be on your best behaviour!"

The blonde let out a scoff as she closed the door and made her way towards the front, she could feel her heart beat faster with every step she took. Honey had never felt this nervous in her life, it felt foreign to the youngest Winchester. Of course she had the occasional nerves with whatever they were hunting but nothing like this — high school was a whole new ball park for the Winchester.

The blonde glanced around her surroundings, taking in how the chaos had died down and how empty the parking lot looks when not a second ago there were teens running all over the place.

"First day?" A voice called out from behind her, the blonde turned her head to find a brunette, sitting down at one of the benches.

Honey let out a dry chuckle, "first day ever," she corrected which caused the brunette to frown her eyebrows together, "I was homeschooled."

The brunette nodded, "I'm Allison," she introduced her, handing her hand out for the blonde to take.

"Honey," the blonde replied as she shook the girls hand, "Honey Winchester."

Allison went to say something but was cut off when her phone rang, signalling to the blonde to hold for a minute. Honey stood beside the brunette as she answered and started speaking. She watched as Allison nervously dug through her bag and groan, "everything but a pen," she muttered.

Honey began to fiddling with her bag strap, her mind wondering off as she pulled out her phone, even though her father had dropped her off, she hadn't yet received a message from him.

"Ah," a voice called out from beside the two girls, "you must be Allison and Honey?"

Honey glanced over at what she assumed to be the principal, each girl shook his head and introduced themselves correctly.

"Follow me."

Both girls stood beside each other as they followed the man through the school, following them to their lockers which had happened to be beside each other, how convenient. Before he had stepped into a crowd classroom which had made the blonde heartbeat faster, her nerves were going haywire as she stood beside Allison at the front.

"Class," the principle announced which had cause the sea of teenagers to glance up from their paper and the board, "these are our new students, Allison Argent and Honey Winchester. Please do your best to make them feel welcome." And with that the principal had left the two girls in the room.

Honey's eyes glanced around the room to spot an empty chair in front of a buzz cut boy as Allison had taken the seat behind a saggy brunette. The blonde sent the boy behind her a shy smile to which he had been surprised by but still returned the gesture as his cheeks heated up, slight. Honey had seated herself and pulled out her belongings, she couldn't help but glance over at the brunette she had just met — being handed a pen.

Honey's eyebrows frowned together in confusion — how could he have known? The blonde had mentally taken note of that. She glanced over towards the boy in front of the brunette, he couldn't be, right?

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ONCE THE bell had rang, signalling that class had ended, the brunette had grabbed the blonde's hand and made their way towards their lockers, "so, what mind your parents change their mind in homeschooling?" Allison questioned the blonde as she opened her locker.

"I'm not too sure," Honey's eyebrows frowned together as she shrugged her shoulders, "my dad wanted me to have a normal high school experience, I guess?"

Allison hummed in response, "it's just your dad?"

"My dad and uncle," Honey corrected as she tucked a blonde strand of hair behind her ear, "they work together."

Honey had hoped that Allison wouldn't catch on to the little white lie she had she told. Not that it was even a lie, it wasn't, they do work with each other but not in a normal job kind of way.

The brunette nodded as she shoved her books into her bag as Honey had pulled out a few of her books she needed, shutting her locker while a strawberry blonde made her way over towards the two girls, "that jacket is absolutely killer," she admired, "where'd you get it?"

Allison nervously looked over at the blonde who shrugged her shoulders, "my mum was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," the brunette replied.

As the strawberry blonde turned her attention to the blonde, looking her up and down before pursing her lips towards, "and those boots are to die for, you have to let me borrow them."

Honey sent the blonde a shy smile, "thanks my pop brought them for me."

"And you two are my new best friends," the strawberry blonde pointed at them, Allison glanced over at the blonde with wide eyes as Honey couldn't help the smile that was forming.

Best friends?

That was something new to the girl, yeah, of course she had made some friends here and there on each hunting trip but she never had a best friend and never thought she would. It was something Honey never thought she'll get the chance to have.

The strawberry blonde had finally introduced herself to the two girls, Lydia. But before either of the two girls could reply and a short blonde boy had made his way over, wrapping his hands around the strawberry blonde's waist and attaching his lips to hers. Which had made the two girls glanced at each other very awkwardly.

"Hey Jackson," the strawberry blonde smiled, "this is Allison and Honey."

Jackson hadn't replied but stared both of the girls down, the blonde had become sightly uncomfortable as he did so and turned her attention and spotted the buzz cut boy from her english class, across the corridor and the saggy brunette which had caused the buzz cut boy to awkwardly send the blonde a wave as the boy beside him had blankly staring at the brunette beside Honey.

The blonde sent a shy smile over towards them as she turned her attention back towards the couple in front of her, "a party?" the brunette questioned.

Honey's eyebrows frowned together, a party? she's never been to one.

"Yeah, Friday night. You both should come," Jackson invited the two, his arms not leaving the strawberry blonde's waist as she lean in.

The brunette let out a nervous chuckle, "uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

The couple's attention turned to the blonde whose eyes had widened, quickly shaking her head as let out a small nervous giggle, "I have to help my dad with something."

If the only person Honey had met and grown fond of so far wasn't going, she for sure wasn't. Deep down, she wanted too, just so she could say that she's been to a high school party and see what the mundane human life was like rather than sitting in uncomfortable chair in a crappy motel looking through newspapers trying to find a case.

But Honey also didn't want to be there alone for her first high school party in a town with people she barely  knew.

Jackson raised his eyebrows at the two girls, "you sure? I mean everyone's going after the scrimmage."

Which had made the blonde's eyebrows raised in confusion, scrimmage. What the hell is a scrimmage?

"You mean like football?" Allison questioned, pursing her lips together.

Jackson scoffed, "Football's a joke in Beacon Hills. The sport here is Lacrosse. We've won the state championships for the past three years," he informed the two girls.

Honey couldn't help but forced a smile at Jackson's words as she fiddled with her bag strap. She knew what football was — Bobby would teach her how to play on the weekends she would visit him when she was younger. The only normal thing she did in life.

"That's because of certain team captain," Lydia giggled as she moved some of his hair out of this face.

"Well," Jackson shrugged his shoulders, "we have practice in a few minutes. That's if you guys don't have anywhere else."

Both girls glanced over at each other before trying to come up with two different excuses before the strawberry blonde had cut them both off.

"Perfect," Lydia stated, grabbing both their wrist and flashed them a smile, "you're coming."

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HONEY HAD placed herself between the brunette and the strawberry blonde on the beaches, rubbing her hands together to try and keep them warm as she watched the Lacrosse players had done their warm up. The blonde watched as the saggy brunette made his way towards the goal while coach had roughly handed a Lacrosse stick towards him as he made his way towards the goal, "who is that?" The brunette questioned as her eyes never leaving the saggy brunette on the field.

Lydia raised her eyebrows in curiosity, "Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?"

The blonde's eyebrows raised in suspicion as the boy had cocked his head in their direction, "his in our English class," Honey muttered as she watched coach blow the whistle, the saggy brunette flinched and automatically covered his ears only letting go once the whistling as stopped.

Honey's lips pursed together as her eyes never left his figure. Could he be?

The blonde's brown eyes wondered over to the buzzcut boy sitting on the sideline, slightly flinching as the saggy brunette landed on his back. Which had made most of the Lacrosse players immediately started laughing at the boy.

Which had cause the blonde's lips to frown, poor guy. The saggy brunette stood back up on his feet, lifting the lacrosse stick up as one of the players had shoot the ball into the net. Honey couldn't help but smile at the buzz cut boys reaction, her eyes wondered back onto the field and watch as the saggy brunette caught the ball again and the next one, the one after that. And the next one.

The blonde's eyebrows furrowed together as she kept watching the saggy brunette catch each ball. What the hell? It couldn't be, not here.

"He seems like he's pretty good," the brunette spoke beside her, Lydia glanced at the two girls.

"Yeah," the strawberry blonde muttered, "pretty good."

The blonde couldn't help but watch Jackson push through the line of Lacrosse players, scooping up one of the balls that laid on the grass before taking a run up. Jackson tossed the ball full force towards the saggy brunette to which he had caught effortlessly, had the strawberry blonde had shot up, cheering him on.

Honey couldn't help but scoff at her sudden actions, of course but the blonde couldn't help but glance over to the buzz cut boy who was jumping with joy, "that's my friend!"

Honey couldn't help but giggle at the boys reaction.

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THE BLONDE hurried into the house, throwing her bag down on the couch as her Sam's furrowed his eyebrows at the girls sudden movement. "Where's dad?" She questioned with slight panic in her voice which had made her uncle make his way towards the blonde.

"Why? What happened?"

Honey shrugged her shoulders as she pursed her lips together, "this might be insane but I think there's a werewolf at the school."

"Werewolf?" Sam remarked loudly which had caused the oldest Winchester to poke his head out from the kitchen, a mouth full of food, which he had gotten after he had gone to see Derek in the old Hale house or what was left of it.

Dean wondered over towards the duo, his eyebrows raised as he held a finger out to the both of them as he swallowed the rest of his food, "werewolf?"

The blonde rolled her brown eyes at her father and uncle, "I think so."

"You think so or you know so?" Dean questioned, his eyebrows raised at the blonde.

"I think so," Honey mumbled, pursing her lips together, "Allison forget a pen and this guy somehow knew to give her one, he flinched at the sound of a whistle blowing, he wasn't that good at catching a ball at practice but he ended up catching every single one of them afterwards."

The brother duo glanced at each other as the blonde rambled on, the oldest Winchester made his way over towards his daughter, placing his hand on her shoulder, "relax, Honey."

"It could just be a coincidence," Sam suggested as the blonde shook her head.

"We were outside when Allison realise she forget a pen and as soon as we sat down, he handed her one," Honey explained.

Her father's eyebrows raised, "Allison?"

"Allison Argent."

Her father had sucked in a breath as he glanced over at his brother both wearing the same worried expression on their faces which had caused Honey's eyebrows furrowed together at their reactions.

"Hunters?"

Dean shook his head as he let his hand fall off the girl's shoulders, pursing his lips together, "not like us, they're hunters with a code." The oldest Winchester let out a sigh of defeat, rubbing his forehead, "we aren't here just to help an old friend."

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