"Ladies and gentlemen," a teacher announces from the front of his class, "please say hello to Sam Winchester." "Hi, Sam," comes the desultory chorus, just as...

...Teen Dean's being similarly introduced to his colleagues in twelfth-grade history. This time around, however, no one bothers with the greetings at all, because they're seniors, man, and therefore too old for that kinda crap. Heh.

The subsequent bits parallel each other, cutting back and forth between Teen Dean and Wee Sam both declining to introduce themselves further, followed by both boys taking their seats. Wee Sam's butterfly knife, unfortunately, drops from his backpack, and before he can shove it back in, his bespectacled nerd of a neighbor sees it and goes, "Whoa -- is that yours? Awesome." Meanwhile, Dean similarly impresses a nearby blonde with his insouciant air and devil-may-care attitude, or something like that. We eventually settle in with Wee Sam for freshman English, and as "Mr. Wyatt" begins lecturing about their essay assignments that week -- they're to write about their "most memorable family experience," of course -- the bespectacled nerd introduces himself as "Barry," and as the two settle into a somewhat uncomfortable-albeit-affable new acquaintance, the lard-ass bully behind Barry starts flicking the poor kid's rather prominent ears repeatedly. "Leave him alone," Wee Sam wee bitchfaces. Lard-Ass snottily wonders if "midget" Wee Sam would like to take Poor Barry's place. "Yeah," Wee Sam shoots back, nodding his head with a steely, just-try-to-fuck-with-me resolve. "Sure." Lard-Ass goggles because no one's ever stood up to him before, or something, and the camera pulls in on Wee Sam's determined expression before cross-fading over to...