They had been staying with Bobby since school started. John had
gone on a hunt that he thought would lead him to the thing that
killed their mom, and he said that he would only be gone for a
couple of days, well those days had turned into weeks, and those
weeks into months. Now that Sammy was settled, enjoying school,
hell even thinking about being on the soccer team this spring,
Dean knew that they would definitely be here a while. He didn't
know what he thought about that. He loved staying at the salvage
yard with the older hunter, but he didn't like how distant his
brother got when they lived somewhere where he could have
friends and that normal life that he seemed to crave.  Dean
never made friends nearly as easily as his little brother.
People didn't respond well to him, someone told him at his last
school that he looked dangerous and like someone that could
become a serial killer. Dean had laughed it off, but that
comment had stung. Since then, he had let his hair grow out a
little from its normal short