I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.

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4x13
Part One

High School. It changes people into the person they said they'd never become. ~Anonymous

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Nadia sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, her eyes narrowed in agitation as Dean was erupting in laughs, teasing her.

"Its not that funny." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"It kinda was." Dean was literally wiping his watery eyes.

The two were waiting outside a penitentiary, where Sam was talking to a girl who banged another student's head into the mirror and then drowned her in the toilet.

Meanwhile, a few hours back when the three were at a diner, as they were walking in a guy made a perv remark at Nadia, causing her to get so angry, she accidentally broke the door, taking it off its hinges.

It was at that moment, she realized she had super strength. She wouldn't mind the new ability if her boyfriend hadn't proceeded to call her the She hulk.

"I mean come on Robin, the way you broke the door, it was just-"

"But She Hulk, really?" She raised her eyebrows at the Winchester who continued to laugh.

Nadia let out a huff, looking out the window. "Laugh all you want, but at least now we know I can definitely kick your ass."

Dean leaned his arm on top of the seat, smirking, "Lets be honest, you could probably kick my ass before you got your grace."

He touched her shoulder with his fingertips, causing her to look his way.

"Don't try to kiss my ass now."

"Don't be like that." He tilted his head. "Come here."

Nadia looked right back out the window, ignoring him.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have called you She Hulk but if it makes you feel better I think it was hot."

"Really?" She looked at him.

"Oh yeah." He nodded. "I mean, and now I don't have to rough up guys who hit on you because you can handle yourself."

"Hey, just because I can throw someone across a room, doesn't mean you can just stop sticking up for me." She scooted over towards him.

"I think it's hot when you get all jealous and hot headed."

"Oh really?" He pushed a strand of hair out of her face, deeply staring into her eyes.

"Yeah," She bit her lip, leaning close so their lips were only inches apart. "Really."

Dean's breath hitched, a chill going down his spine as she brushed her soft lips across his.

Turning her head to the side, she slid her tongue across his bottom lip before slowly sliding it in his mouth and attaching her lips to his.

The Winchester's eyes widened, taken aback that he was totally getting frenched down by Nadia.

He slowly closed his eyes, falling into the kiss immediately.

Just as he was really getting into it, reaching his hand over to touch her, Nadia opened her eyes, noticing Sam walking toward the car in a nurses uniform.

Nadia pulled out of the kiss, leaving Dean with his tongue hanging out and his lips poked out.

"Oh look Sam's back." She said unbothered.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows at her, "Seriously?"

As Sam got in the car, she shrugged.

"Oops." Nadia gave him a glare, causing him to realize she did what she did on purpose.

"Don't ever call me She Hulk, again." She gave a devious smile.

"So?" Nadia looked back at Sam, ignoring Dean's agitated gaze toward her.

He looked down at his pants and adjusted himself with a sigh.

"I think she's telling the truth." Said Sam, referring to the case, "I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically. . .kind of sounds like demonic possession to me."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Kind of?"

"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur."

"Maybe it's not a demon." Nadia suggested. "I mean, kids can be vicious."

She said knowingly, having not had many friends in High School. It didn't surprise her that she could relate to this girl.

You know besides bashing a girl's head into a toilet.

"Well, I mean, we're already here." Sam shrugged. "Might as well check out the school."

Dean had a look of reminisce in his eyes as he looked forward. "Right. The school."

"What?" Nadia asked.

"Truman High, home of the Bombers." He looked back at Sam, a smirk on his face.

"What's your point?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know. I mean, we went there, like. . .for a month a million years ago. Why are you so jazzed to go back?"

"I'm not." Sam denied. "I just think it's worth looking into."

Dean shrugged, not wanting to give it much thought. "All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?"

"Don't worry." Sam smiled at the two. "I got an idea."

Confused and unaware of this idea, Nadia and Dean just exchanged glances, before saying. "Okay."

Dean turned the key in the ignition, starting up the car.

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Nadia walked down the Truman High hallway, adjusting her glasses that sat on the top of her nose.

She looked around the empty hall, pulling back her beanie a bit.

While Sam was somewhere playing janitor and Dean was playing gym teacher, she was trying to blend in and look like an artistic teacher.

Just as she approached the corner, she stopped when she heard voices.

"I still can't believe students are killing each other now. I mean, high school was never this stressful back at our age."

Not wanting to bump into anyone which was going to lead to getting bombarding with questions, she started panicking.

She turned back and forth, trying to figure out where she could go.

Noticing a classroom door a few feet behind her, she quickly walked toward it, entering without knocking.

She heard the footsteps of the teachers walk by and sighed of relief.

Turning around, she jumped in fear, getting stared at by a bunch of kids sitting at their desks.

"Uh. . .hi." She waved.

Instead of getting greeted, she got complete silence.

"Are you our sub?" Asked a boy in the back of the class after a moment.

Realizing there wasn't a teacher in the room she nodded, going with it.

"Yes, yeah, I am." She walked over to the front of the room. "I'm Ms. Lenard  and I'm subbing for uh. . .Mr. . ."

"Mrs. Colt." A brunette finished her sentence, as well as corrected her.

"Right, Mrs. Colt. Thank you." She clapped. "So what are we doing today?"

A light skin boy with curly hair, raised his hand and she called on him. "Yeah?"

"We're suppose to be learning how to use condoms today."

His answer caused Nadia's eyebrows to furrow.

He pointed toward the desk and she looked to see a condom and a banana sitting right on display.

She scoffed, picking it up. "You're learning about this already?"

"So are you going to show us or what?" Said an obnoxious boy, sitting on the far right side of the classroom in the back.

Nadia thought for a moment before tossing the banana and condom in the trash can. "No, I'm not." She turned around, awkwardly.

"Let's talk about something else." She sat on the desk. "Group exercise. . .discussion type thing. . .whatever. Anybody have a topic?"

None of the kids said anything causing Nadia to tilt her head to the side, "Come on, I know there's something you want to talk about. I mean, you're kids all you ever like to do is talk. I know I did."

Still. . .nothing.

"You don't have to be afraid." Nadia gave a sincere smile. "This space is confidential, what's said in here will stay in here, I promise."

The kids didn't know why but it was something about Nadia that made them feel comfortable.

Nadia hadn't noticed but since she got her grace, just her presence made people feel at ease.

A dark skin girl stood, her pretty long braids pulled into a ponytail.

"We're not suppose to talk about it but I can't stop thinking about it. A student in our school was killed and it scares me. I mean, people in school they bully each other all the time. I don't know why they do it, but they do.

It's almost normal. . .but things are changing. People are tired of getting picked on. . .and I don't know, I'm just afraid it'll happen again. School is a place where we're suppose to feel safe and I don't."

The girl sat down and Nadia's heart broke, feeling sympathy for not only her but the whole class.

"You have every right to feel that way." She said honestly. "It's really sad that bullying is actually a normal thing now."

She shook her head. "You know I was bullied myself when I was younger."

The students started talking over one another intrigued and Nadia got off the desk and begin to tell her experience and how she over came it.

The class mostly listened to her for the whole class period, some kids asking her questions in the midst of her message.

Realizing time was running out, she started to end the discussion.

"I can't promise you that this won't happen again, it's sad but sometimes bad things have to happen in order for people to really get that there's a problem that needs to be fixed. Some times things are just inevitable but that doesn't mean you guys can't help. Next time you see someone getting bullied say something. Not saying anything makes you just as responsible."

The girl who started the conversation rose her hand saying, "Like Martin Luther King Jr. said, He who accepts evil without protesting against it, is really cooperating with it."

A proud smile came upon Nadia's face as she nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

The sound of the bell caused the kids to stand up and gather their things.

Nadia opened the classroom door and stood beside it as the kids left.

"Have a good day, guys." She high fived each student that passed her by.

So into her teacher alias, she didn't even notice Sam walking down the hall in his janitor outfit noticing how happy she looked with the kids.

High fiving the last kid, she felt Sam's presence and looked up. "Oh, hey."

"You seem to be having fun." He slid his hands into his pocket.

She nodded. "I am actually, if I wasn't a hunter I think I would actually be a good teacher. Which is weird cause I never noticed how good I am with kids."

Sam nodded at that, agreeing that she would in fact be a good teacher.

Even when she was hunting, she always had something insightful to say.

Needing to talk to Dean, Nadia and Sam made their way toward the gym.

Entering, the first thing they noticed was Dean's gym teacher outfit.

"Oh god," Said a disgusted Sam.

"I kind of like it." Nadia had a smirk on he and face.

Sam frowned at her and she frowned back, "What?"

Noticing the two, Dean picked up the bag of dodge balls, tossing them into the air which caused them to fall out.

"Go nuts."

The kids started running to get the balls while Dean approached Nadia and Sam who asked, "Having fun?"

The younger Winchester eyed his brother,  uncomfortable with his outfit.

Dean cockily picked up the whistle, "I'm their God."

"Right." Sam smirked, looking down at his brother's bare knees caps. "Nice shorts."

"Yeah babe," Nadia had been checking him out. "I'm feeling these."

Dean cleared his throat, trying to hold in his blushing. "Find anything?"

"I've been over the entire school twice." Said Sam. "No sulfur."

"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case." The older Winchester shrugged.

"Yeah, I talked to some kids and it just seems this was a normal, I'm tired of getting pushed around type thing." Nadia said. "Nothing supernatural."

"I don't know. Maybe I was wrong." Sam admitted his fault.

"Well, it happens to the best of us." His brother was easy on him. "I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch, it's sloppy-joe day."

In unison Sam and Nadia winced, seeing a kid get hit with a dodge ball right in the nose.

Dean looked back just in time to see the kid running past the three, holding his nose in agony.

Sam and Nadia frowned at the Winchester:

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Just when the trio thought there was no case, another student didn't get killed but instead got his arm put in a blender in home EC which Sam had witnessed himself.

It was an athlete who was bullying a geek.

When Sam finally got to the boy, he noticed a dark gooey liquid coming out of his ear.

The violent situation caused the principal to call an assembly.

Dean and Nadia stood in the auditorium full of frazzled students, listening in on the principal explaining that violence wasn't the answer.

After a few minutes, the two sneaked out, entering the deserted hall where Sam was checking for any clues with the EMF meter again.

Sam looked back, noticing the couple. "How's the nonviolence assembly going?"

"Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a healthy display of anger." Dean joked.

"So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?" Nadia crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Hearing about these kids hurting each other was really getting to her.

"Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit." Sam answered as he they walked down the hall, Nadia in between them. "It's got to be ghost possession."

"Yeah, but that's pretty rare." Dean pointed out.

"Yeah, but it happens." Sam retorted.  "I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body."

"All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?" Nadia was game of taking this thing out.

First time its just someone getting back at a bully. Second time something is definitely wrong.

"Yeah, but where?" The younger Winchester asked. "I mean, there's no EMF. Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something."

"Way ahead of you." Dean dug into his pocket. "We had to break into the principal's office to get this."

He pulled out a piece of paper, causing an open condom wrapper to fall onto the floor from his pocket.

"Oh god." Nadia held the bridge of her nose while Dean quickly picked it up and put it back in his pocket.

Sam frowned in disgust. "You're kidding. . .you guys. . .you didn't."

Nadia shrugged, guilty. "It's the shorts, Sam. Don't judge me."

Dean smirked in arrogance. "Yeah, don't judge her, Sam. I'm irresistible."

Nadia rolled her eyes, grabbing the piece of paper out of his hands.

"Okay, anyways." She changed the subject, unfolding the paper. "So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook."

Sam took the paper out of her hand, furrowing his eyebrows at the picture of Barry.

"What?" Dean asked.

Sam let out a heavy sigh. "I knew him. How did he die?"

"He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom." Nadia told him.

"That's where -"

"Right where the chick got swirl eyed to death, exactly." Dean finished his brother's sentence. "So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?"

"And using them to go after bullies, yeah." Sam nodded.

Nadia thought for a moment before asking, "Well, does that sound like Barry's M.O.?"

Sam looked down, a look of contrition and gloom on his face. "Barry had a hard time."