"Son of a bitch," he said under his breath. Dean Winchester watched angrily as the train rolled away from the Blue Line stop at Western without him on it. If he didn't have a test in forty minutes, he'd march his tired ass right back to his apartment. Sure, he'd have to ignore Charlie's nagging, but it'd be worth it. His geeky roommate was lucky enough to have Fridays off of school and would have nothing better but to heckle him about missing class again. And her girlfriend, Dorothy, would just watch and laugh. He checked his watch. Thirty-five minutes till the test. Shit.
Immediately, Dean starting running to campus on foot. It was only ten blocks away. He could make it. He'd better make it. After bombing his last history test, he couldn't risk being late. Running through the throng people milling about the Chicago sidewalks, he started to feel the cold city air freezing his lungs.
If Lisa drove by and offered him a ride to class right now, he wouldn't even worry about the fight they'd had last night. He'd just be so grateful to get out of the cold and off to class on time. Hell, even if Sammy rode by on his bicycle, Dean would willingly hop on the handlebars just to get to school. This test was the difference between having to repeat the class, and therefore add an extra semester to his schedule, and finally getting the humanities requirement out of the way. Pumping his legs faster, he dodged several men in suits waiting for a light to change.
Finally, in a moment of total futility and being stopped at a red light, he prayed that anyone, even Luci, passed him by with a mode of transportation faster than his own two feet. The red light seemed to taunt him as he waited for the next available break in traffic to make a run for it. He knew wishing for Luci to show up made him much more desperate than he'd like. If he'd just studied for that last test, he wouldn't be in this position.
And he hated Luci. He didn't care if that guy, if he could even be called that, was the love of his little brother's life. Luci was a total asshole. Dean had gotten into more than one fight with his feminist classmates over that son of a bitch. He hated Luci. Not because Luci was transgender, not because Luci had gone through a tremendous identity crisis, but because and only because Luci was a certifiable douchebag. Luci was male identified, but the dude was seriously a bitch. This standpoint had gotten him tons of lecturing about sexism, but really, Dean would gladly have transgender/transsexual friends. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that Luci was bossy, pushy, and had the ego to rival most celebrities.
But most importantly, he totaled Dean's car last summer. If he ever spoke to that asshole again, it would be too soon. It stung even worse that Sam had paid for the damages through money he had gradually borrowed from Dean. Still, if Luci rolled up in a car before Dean got to campus, it wouldn't take much for him to swallow his pride and ask for a ride.
Luckily, Dean got to school with five minutes to spare. He sprinted to his classroom, trying desperately not to knock into any students. A rally was happening outside University Hall, but Dean didn't pay any mind. He needed to make this test.
As he rushed into his class and let his backpack slide to the floor, he grabbed the test sheet as it was handed to him from the front row. The first question read: In what year was the Declaration of Sentiments written and in what town? 1848, Providence. 1858, Seneca Falls. 1858, Providence. 1848, Seneca Falls. Dean stared up from the page and fought the urge to slam his head into the desk. Just because he made it to his test on time didn't mean he knew what the hell would be on it. Bullshitting his answers and finishing last, Dean was never so glad for the start of a weekend in his life.