Dean is 17, Sam is 13.

Dean

So annoying.

I ground my pencil into my notebook, tapping a steady rhythm of Zeppelin on my temples as I rested my head on my palm.

Teachers were annoying. School was annoying. It should be one of those optional extra-curricular activities these kinds of people like to suck up so much.

I shouldn't even be here. I thought as I looked out the window. I should be out there, chasing the werewolf like my dad was at this very moment.

My eyebrows creased. I was more irritated than usual. Even Sammy could tell since I didn't even blink when a hot cheerleader came up to me earlier to ask about my car when we pulled up in front of the school. A hot girl and my baby. I let out a sigh. Sorry baby, but you know how much I wanted to hunt a werewolf.

I'm here instead. School. It's worse than a jail.

"Dean." Someone whispered next to me. "The teacher just asked you a question."

I turned to face my teacher. Some old broad who wanted to believe she was in her twenties. Pitiful.

"What?" I growled.

I couldn't wait till I turned 18. Then I could stop going to school altogether and hunt full time. 1 year was getting even more painful than a vampire bite.

The teacher was squinting down at me. Her glasses almost sliding down her nose. "I asked you a question. Didn't you hear me?"

I shook my head nonchalantly. There were perks to moving around a lot. I could be a real dick if I wasn't in the mood and not have to worry about entertaining nobody.

"Sorry lady, I don't speak geek and don't care to. Ask someone else who actually gives a crap, please." What? I'm still being polite.

A few girls around me giggled. Those were probably the easy targets. Cheerleader wannabe types. I found them too desperate. Cute, but they just throw themselves all over you. Way too clingy for me. Sometimes.

The teacher, whatever her name was, was still glaring at me. Her mouth opened and closed like she was deciding what to say.

I could feel a lecture coming on. Something I really didn't want at the moment. I had enough of it from my dad and Sam about school.

So I stood up and kicked my chair into place. "No worries, I'll see myself out." I scooped up my stuff and stalked out of the classroom.

I couldn't stand being in that room any longer than I had to.

I could never do the normal life thing. How could I? We weren't normal. Which made me wonder how Sam could manage to do it so well. I sighed and walked to my car. I'll just wait there till Sam was done.

"Dean!"

"Sammy? You okay?" I was surprised to find my little brother already at the car and scanned his face for bruises or blood. "What are you doing out of class?"

"I could as you the same question." He shot back an eyebrow raised.

"I hate school." I rubbed my hand over my hair. It was getting a little long. "But you don't. So why are you out here?"

Sam stared at his feet and rubbed a toe against the ground. "It was career day… Career week actually."

"So you've been here this whole time?"

A small nod and I wished I had walked out of class earlier.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I unlocked the car and threw my bag in the back. "You know I would have cut class. Hell, I wouldn't have come."

"Yeah. That's why, Dean." Sam pushed himself up on the trunk of the car. "I wanted to go to school to…to hear about what the other kids parents were like. But… then they started asking me about Dad… so..."

I gazed at him. He looked so disappointed. I bet he was the only kid in his class who couldn't invite his dad to class to share. I remember when I had to go for career day.

I never did.

I slapped Sam on his shoulder. "Get off, you're gonna scratch the paintjob."

I slid in and slammed the door, loving the sound of my baby purring as I started the engine. Sam followed me, looking confused.

"We going back to the motel?"

"Pfft. No." I scoffed, finally feeling happier than I have all day. "We're gonna go for your career day."

"We're going back to school? But I don't have a parent for sharing." Sam looked at me, incredulous.

"Nah." I grinned as we hit the open road. "Who needs a parent to share, when you can already do what he does."

Sam still was wearing his surprised face, but I saw relief flood his eyes. "You mean…"

"Yup!" I whooped as I blasted Zeppelin as loud as I could. "We're gonna go hunt that werewolf!"

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