laography | she fell in love in the first place

[It's luck, more than anything, that results in Sam walking past her locker just as she pulls the rubbing alcohol from her bag. The graffiti on the locker catches his attention -- it's hard to miss those bold letters -- and he literally backs up several steps to pause behind her, frowning.]

Hey. You need a hand with that?

[ Well that was a new one. Cassie turns and looks at him as he addresses her, having been prepared to just go about wiping the graffiti off her locker. Blinking once, slowly, she shrugs a shoulder and turns back to looking at the Sharpie scrawl. ]

I'm used to cleaning it off, so. No big.

[ She's not too sure how she should actually reply, considering this isn't something that's ever happened before. ]

[There's something about that statement that doesn't sit right with him. It isn't the kind of thing anyone should have to be used to -- but he knows these things happen. Bullying has been a constant at every school he's ever been to. Sometimes he's the subject of it. Usually he's just an innocent bystander. Either way, it bothered him.]

Sorry it happened in the first place. People can be real jerks.

Teenagers, you know? [ She offers him a wry little smirk as she reaches to scrub at the slurs and insults, obviously putting some work into it to make sure they're removed. By this point in her life, she's more than used to seeing them there-- evidenced by the rubbing alcohol, if nothing else-- but the fact that someone's apologizing for it? ]

You're new here, right?

[ Looking at him, Cassie gives him a once over. She's pretty sure she's seen him around in the past week, but this is the first time she's gotten a good look. Definitely a new kid for the year, if even. ]

Yeah. I guess it's to be expected.

[He'd yet to see any group of teenagers behave any differently, at least. It was always the younger students that seemed to get it the worst, too. He'd found himself on the receiving end of various kinds of harassment a bit more frequently over the past year or so, thanks to everyone else in his age bracket starting to outstrip him in height.

He nods when she asks, sinking his hands into his pockets.]

Just moved here a couple of weeks ago. Not sure how long I'll be sticking around, though. Dad says for the semester, but that could change.

Oh yeah, totally the norm around here.

[ Even before she'd reached the fabled teenagerdom that everyone around her had looked so forward to, Cassie had been through worse than namecalling and getting her things vandalized. Bullying had no age limit, especially not when visions had a habit of striking whenever they fancied and she didn't. More than one sleepover had been ruined because of future sight.

Getting more rubbing alcohol on the cloth, she nods to his explanation. ]

Then if you want your semester to go smoothly, I have a recommendation for you: don't associate with the freaky witch bitch. It'll get you in and out of school a lot easier.

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Witch?

[He raises both eyebrows, skeptical. Perhaps the irony here was that he'd seen plenty of witches -- or at least their handiwork -- in his short life. He didn't exactly get the feeling that he needed to be checking lockers for hex bags here, though.]

That's what they call you?

[He seems unimpressed. It's not even that creative.]

Like I said. Jerks.

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Oh, they have more creative names. That just seems to be their favorite.

[ Smiling sardonically, she examines her handiwork for a moment. It's mostly off, and she's sure that there'll be more of it before the day is through, so she figures she's done for now. She screws the cap on, before she looks back at him.

There's a trace of quiet surprise, but overall it's... a little wary. Only a couple people associate with her, but that's under the creed of "freaks stick together." ]

Feel like that's a bit of an understatement.

[Understatement is right, but colorful language has always been more Dean's department than his. He shrugs as he gives her a tight smile, wordlessly agreeing with her.]

I'd say something worse, but that'd just be stooping to their level.

[He holds a hand out to her without further hesitation.]

I'm Sam. Sam Winchester.

I don't know, it's pretty cathartic.

[ Briefly tipping her head as her brows twitch and her sardonic smile quirks just a little, she slips the rag and rubbing alcohol back into her bag to free up her hands. It's originally so she can get into her locker, but then he's offering his hand and name, and.

Well. ]

Cassie Holmes. Welcome to Beacon Hills High, where lacrosse is the biggest sport because the jocks all have sticks up their asses already.

[ She takes his hand, offering him a short but good shake. ]

[His own handshake is firm, confident -- just like his dad taught him. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they present themselves, and a strong handshake is always a good first impression.]

Great. So that means the meanest kids in school are walking around armed and it's totally legal.

[There's some bitterness there. You know, just a bit. It was bad enough when jocks only had their own two hands to bully people with. He'd seen plenty of it in the schools he'd been to before now. Went hand-in-hand with being the new kid everywhere he went -- and being small. It didn't do him any favors.]

Some of them are decent, but that's mostly if you catch them without anyone else around. The rest? They conduct daily tests to see how sturdy our lockers are.

[ Cassie makes a flippant gesture with her hand, obviously being sardonic still as she speaks. So far she hasn't wound up in anyone's locker, literally or just pushed into them, but she's not holding her breath. ]

But sounds a little like you know all about jock stereotypes there, Sam.

We move a lot. I get to see the inside of a lot of different schools.

[He shrugs. No big deal, right? ~~It's totally a big deal.~~ Moving so often is an ordeal, and never getting to settle anywhere is exhausting. Just once, he'd like to stay somewhere long enough to make friends. Real friends.]

They've all got their own flavor of jocks, but most of them have plenty in common. Those stereotypes are there for a reason.

I know that feeling.

[ Except she's been in Beacon Hills longer than she has anywhere else. With her mother institutionalized and various foster families, she's seen plenty of schools in her time. Thankfully, at least, she hasn't been in a foster home for a while now.

But no one needs to know that. ]

But, hey. Fresh start, hopefully you can just dodge past the assholes that are running around here.

You get shuffled, too, huh? How come?

[Maybe it's too personal a question, but he's curious. He's never met another kid that moved anywhere near as much as he and Dean did.]

My dad's a salesman, so we never stay anywhere for long.

[He glances to his left just long enough to see a couple of upperclassmen carrying their lacrosse sticks walk past.]

At least the ones to avoid are easy to recognize. What about the non-jock assholes? Anyone to look out for?

[ It's a personal question, but Cassie regards him thoughtfully. Tries to see something of him that would mean danger. But nothing comes, and she's not sure if it just means that she's missing something or there just isn't anything she needs to be worried for. ]

I never knew my dad. But circumstances, you know? Mom can't be around.

[ She spreads her hands helplessly, stilling as the upperclassmen go by. ]

There's a few. Killian Jones is a delinquent asshole, for starters. [ An unimpressed roll of her eyes. ]

Yeah. Circumstances. I get that.

[Better than he wanted to. Never knew his mom, she'd died when he was only six months old. Photos were all he had. At least Dean had memories. He was more than a little jealous, sometimes. And Dad? Well, Dad was too busy being a hunter to do any real parenting.]

Delinquent, huh. Bet he gets along great with my brother.

[Sam is equally unimpressed. Can you tell, Cassie?]

Sucks.

[ It's simple fact, agreement, and empathy. Cassie is jaded, has been for years, and has been a hard kid to foster out of necessity. Few people could honestly handle what baggage she had-- didn't know that her mom was doped up so much so she couldn't see the future anymore, didn't know she was a watcher too-- and it made her a difficult case to deal with.

Not that she cared these days, considering. ]

That sounds like a real treat. Leave the deinquents at school and you get to go home with one.

[ Oh, she can. She sort of likes you, Sammy. ]

He's not so bad.

[It was an almost automatic defense. He so often rolled his eyes at just how much Dean hovered over him or tried parenting him or the fact that he always seemed to think he was so cool, but he hated to sound ungrateful. He wasn't. It just--

It wasn't the life he wanted for either of them, and Dean's knack for getting himself into trouble was going to land him in something deep someday. Probably soon.]

Kind of a pain. Bossy. But it's not like he's bullying me.

[Or anyone, except actual bullies. Dean had no tolerance for bullies.]

I just wouldn't be surprised if he had detention already. Halfway through the first day and I'm guessing he's already hit on a teacher.

[That was something that happened with regularity, even if it wasn't in earnest.]

[ Being an only child, she can't quite find sympathy here. But she can respect that he wants to defend his brother, and instead shrugs at him before she opens her locker to go through it. Depositing her alcohol and washrags, she retrieves her books and swaps them out. ]

Oh yeah, he and Killian would be good buddies. Or they'd be in detention together sporting black eyes because they wound up being too alike.

[ There's a few other people that come to mind, but she's not sure whether they would present a problem for Sam or not. He's young and new to the school, and he sort of... has something about him that makes him stand out.

But he's overall unassuming otherwise. ]

I wouldn't be surprised either way, to be honest.

[He glances at the stack of books she's swapping out before tilting his head. She's had a rough first day, as far as he can tell. It can't hurt to be nice.]

Want help carrying any of that? I don't have most of my books yet, so my hands are free.

[ A faint sound amusement escapes Cassie at that, but she's more focused on making sure that everything is in order in her locker. She's had more than one instance of having it broken into, which has lead to her keeping all her things in her bag with her if it's valuable to her. Her sketchbook is one of those things, for sure. Especially since it's got her visions tucked away in it.

Looking at him, she seems to consider it. ]

You taking any of these classes? [ She offers him the books to investigate, if not carry. ]

[He accepts the books from her gingerly, turning them so he can read the spines. Whether she likes it or not, he'll probably hold on to them to carry, too.]

Yeah. World History and Algebra I.

[He figures that makes them both freshman.]

I'm supposed to stop by the library after school to pick up what I don't have. Hopefully whatever they've got is still usable.

[Textbooks that wound up in the library were usually beat, but that was the curse of being the new kid. He and Dean were always trailing just a little bit behind.]

Everything okay in there? Nothing's missing, right?

[ Honestly, the big thing is that Cassie still has no idea what to do with Sam Winchester right now. There's a handful of people that talk to her like a person, and treat her as such, but it's a pretty small handful. ]

Might see you there, then. [ She looks at her books, a little more worn. It's easier to get them that way than to get the newer ones, to be honest. Makes it less expensive to replace them when they're stolen, too. ] Anyone shown you where that is yet?

[ She looks away from her locker, closing the door after getting what she needs out of it. ]

Not today. So looks like they just felt like tagging and going.

[He shakes his head a little, showing no sign of handing her books back, but shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he prepares to follow her to wherever she's heading.]

Not yet. I've found my own way around so far, but this school is bigger than the last few I went to.

[He presses his lips together, disapproving.]

Do they make a habit of stealing stuff?

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	For the life of me, I cannot remember What made us think that we were wise And we'd never compromise For the life of me, I cannot believe We'd ever die for these sins We were merely freshmen