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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural in anyway. Sarah and Chelsea are of my own characters. Any relation to any persons living or dead are purely coincidental.
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It was another day of high school, another day of going to the same classes. As a senior, I got slack in most classes. Not gym though, which is where I was heading now. Why do I have that today? I'm eighteen years old for God's sake. I heard we were getting another gym teacher today, and a male one at that. I was not looking forward to it.
I walked into the locker room, only slightly late, and sighed as I stripped into my gym clothes. Once finished, I mumbled more about why I shouldn't have to be here and walked out. In my distracted state, I walked into what felt like a wall.
"Pardon the hell out of y-" I began, looking up at the head connected to the mountain of body. The face looked all too familiar. I backed up a few paces before examining him further. "Actually, pardon me," I said to him, quickly walking past. That could not have been him. That was definitely not who I thought it was... Was it? There was no way Dean Winchester was my new gym teacher.
My school had a set of co-ed, all grade gym classes. I took my place at the end of the line next to all the seniors, as the Dean-look-a-like gym teacher approached the line.
"Today you will have the honour of playing one of the greatest games ever invented." No way was this happening. "A game of skill, agility, cunning." My mouth fell open as I gaped at this man. "A game with one simple rule." I mouthed the last word as he said it. "Dodge." The teacher lifted the ball and nailed the freshman at the end of the line with the dodgeball. "Oh, sorry..." I smirked as this happened. I walked over to him.
"Pardon me once more sir, but what is your name?"
"It's Coach Roth." he said. Yep, this was definitely Dean Winchester. I giggled as I looked at him. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," I said, though I was giggling because I was seeing Dean Winchester in tiny red gym shorts.
"Right, well, go join your classmates," he stated firmly, blowing his whistle. My giggles quickly turned into mumbles as I moved back towards the other students. Dean blew the whistle once more and shouted to a kid "Take a lap!". After the kid finished his lap, the rest of the class joined in playing dodgeball. I quickly ran off to the bleachers, hiding behind them. I moved towards Dean and watched him. A taller man in a janitors' uniform approached Dean. I had to suppress a squeal of delight. It was Sam Winchester.
"Having fun?" Sam asked him, beginning to smirk.
"This whistle makes me their god," Dean replied, holding the whistle to his chest.
"Right, nice shorts," was Sam's retort. I had to suppress a giggle this time. Dean sighed and began getting down to why they had come here.
"Find anything?" he asked.
"I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur."
"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case."
"I don't know.. Maybe I was wrong."
"Well," Dean began. "It happens to the best of us. I say we hit the road, huh? But right after lunch - it's Sloppy Joe day." All of a sudden, a kid named Colby ran past both of them clutching his nose. Dean looked at Colby for a moment and shouted after him with much confusion in his bold voice. "Good hustle, Colby! walk it off!"
Well, as Dean had mentioned, it was Sloppy Joe day. I decided that this was an important day to miss lunch. As I saw Dean sit down at a table, and Sam join him, I briskly walked over and sat down in front of them.
"So," I began. "Have you two heard of the ghost stories here?" I had obviously aroused their curiosity. So much in fact, that Dean put down his food.
"No, we haven't. Mind sharing?" Sam asked. His voice was kind, but hungry for information, I could tell. It was the first time Sam had spoken directly to me. I almost fumbled over my words.
"No time. Just... keep your eyes peeled. Will you?" I asked of them. I stood up and looked at Sam one last time before blushing and walking off.