Sam Winchester's eyes flicked from one corner of the dance club to the other. Nothing out of the ordinary, at least nothing out of his sort of ordinary. There was the token group of goths in the corner, over there had to be the cheerleaders with their short skirts and large boyfriends, and there were other tables populated with more average high school denizens. Sam headed for that area of the Bronze. He wanted to be nothing more than perfectly average, thanks.
The Bronze was more his older brother's sort of territory than Sam's, but tonight Sam didn't want to be found in his usual haunts. Dean liked clubs, liked women, and liked bragging about them both more than Sam ever enjoyed attending the places. They were smoky and loud. Sam was no stick-in-the-mud - he liked parties and things, but he always felt so awkward. And never did he feel so awkward than when he and his demon-hunting family moved to a new town.
This was his second high school in about as many years. Sam was used to being the new kid at school by now, but it didn't make it any easier when people looked at him blankly and then went about their day. Sam's main lot in life seemed to be being known as "that quiet tall kid", for better or for worse, wherever he went. Better than being known as that "demon-hunting kid with the obsessed father and rough brother", he supposed.
Satisfied that there was nothing overtly supernatural at the Bronze at the moment, Sam awkwardly moved past a dancing couple and toward the calmer section of the club. He had some holy water and a little bit of Latin on his brain regardless, but so far, despite the Hellmouth's reputation, the Winchester family hadn't encountered much of anything - yet. Something about the place put him on edge regardless, and he swallowed hard as he attempted to get his bearings in the unfamiliar, dark club.
He saw a guy who looked about his age, and a redhead as well. Sam offered them both a tentative smile and a nod as he pretended to be invested in the act on the stage. How to make friends, again? He usually was terrible at it - his friends either ended up dead, possessed, or left behind in past states as his family picked up and moved on from their town of the moment.