Helltown
Summary: Pre-series-this will be a three chapter story about Dean's relationship with John, a teacher and a girl named Lori. Takes place in 1993 in Helltown and will focus on how he had his first solo hunt, plus how he loses his virginity at fourteen. Lots of teen angst/drama.
Rated T for language and mild violence.
I would like to thank my beta-reader and friend, Tia of 2People, for being prompt, understanding and extremely helpful.
In addition, I need to thank my mom and Breean for being supportive and giving me advice; also to Schizophrenic Dreamer, for reading some of the first chapter and offering me her opinion.
I Do Not Own Supernatural, it belongs to the Eric Kripke and the CW and I'm only using them for the entertainment of this story.
Introduction: Fourteen year old Dean is attending Summit County Junior High School in Helltown, Ohio, his third one this year and Sammy is ten years old.
Chapter One
As the weekend was fastly approaching, Dean sat in his third period class staring out the window that over looked the teacher's parking lot: daydreaming about his upcoming adventure with his dad, who was finally going to show him how to use a machete.
Not too many fourteen year olds would ever want or have the chance to hold that incredible force of power. And why would they? Most teenagers only cared about dating, parties and how to cure their acne; but not Dean Winchester. No, he was eagerly counting down the days and hours to Saturday morning. The young man needed to prepare for a time when he confronts a vampire, therefore his father will be training him like a combat warrior.
Suddenly Mr. Pierce was currently standing in front of him, and as Dean focused on the clearly irritated math teacher, he heard the other students laughing.
"Now that I have your full attention Mr. Winchester, will you please answer the question?" He inquired, glaring at his student.
Sitting up straight and fumbling through his text book and with a humiliated quiver in his voice, Dean replied, "I…I uh, didn't hear the question." The class quietly laughed, until the teacher gave them a stern look.
"Are you deaf, Mr. Winchester?" Mr. Pierce asked in an annoyed tone.
More laughing occurred as Dean quietly responded, "No Sir, I'm not."
The snickering class was interrupted by their irritated math teacher, "Are you stupid, Mr. Winchester?"
Dean was watching his fellow classmates pointing and laughing at him, as Mr. Pierce's nostrils were flaring.
"Are you stupid, Mr. Winchester?" The angry teacher annoyingly asked again.
"No." Dean answered, a slight blush of embarrassment creeping over his cheeks.
"Then why in the hell are you not paying attention! I am here for you to learn and I feel that you are disrespecting me." Mr. Pierce yelled, "I want you to answer the damn math question or leave!"
Dean noticed that his palms were sweaty as he fidgeted around in his seat under the gaze of his classmates. Do I stay or leave? Dad is gonna kill me if I get expelled again. "Wha…" Dean was interrupted from his musing by Mr. Pierce's bellowing voice.
"I will not waste my valuable time on a brainless hoodlum who feels it's unimportant to participate and learn in my classroom. Just leave and don't come back!" He leaned closer to Dean and lowers his voice, "Maybe someone else may have the time to teach an unintelligent ingrate like you, but it's not fair to everyone else to put up with a dim-witted thug who stares out the window all period long thinking about girls."
Unexpectedly, the entire room was silent and looking away from him. They were ashamed and embarrassed for him. Not able to take the pressure anymore Dean stood up, opening his backpack and attempting to grab his books.
"No dummy, just leave the books here. Don't you remember, you're too stupid to use them?" The teacher stated in a mocking tone.
Clearing his throat, to hide his discomfort, Dean replied, "I already told you I'm not stupid, so stop saying that." Briefly pausing, he looked Mr. Pierce in the eye, "And I wasn't thinking about girls when I was looking out the window, I was…"
Mr. Pierce interrupted him, "Oh my apologies, Mr. Winchester. I should have said, maybe someone else may have the time to teach an unintelligent ingrate like you, but it's not fair to everyone else to put up with a dim-witted thug who stares out the window all period long thinking about boys."
The classroom erupted with laughter, as Dean had a miserable facial expression. "I'm not gay! I uh, was thinking…"
"Just save it, Mr. Winchester, since you have wasted so much time here today." Mr. Pierce then grabbed him by the collar and pushed him out the classroom door, locking it behind him.
Dean was completely stunned by his teacher's actions, thus the clearly pissed teen headed for the front door, but was unwillingly stopped by the assistant principal, Mrs. Hartman. "Dean Winchester, where do you think you are going? And why aren't you in class?" Since there wasn't any response, "Please turn around."
The young student refused to turn around, but quietly whispered, "Mr. Pierce threw me out because he said I was…"
The woman then heard sniffles and gently turned him to face her, "Oh my, why are you crying?"
"I'm not! Just leave me alone!"
The concerned educator guided Dean to a nearby bench outside and had her arm around him, "If something happened in class you can tell me."
"I already told you, he uh…threw me out because I'm stupid."
Mrs. Hartman tried to understand what the student was saying. "I am sure that is not what happened, you probably misunderstood."
"I'm stupid, but not that stupid! He threw me out…I uh, I don't know." Dean sighed, "Can't I just leave?"
The two of them sat there until the bell rang and then steered him into the vice-principal's office, where Mrs. Hartman summoned the math teacher. As Dean sat in the lobby, he could hear a rather loud conversation between the two educators.
"He was daydreaming out of the damn window, so I don't have the time or energy to force him to pay attention!" The frustrated teacher shouted.
"I understand your dissatisfaction, but…" Mrs. Hartman patted him on the shoulder, "But, Stan, you really shouldn't have spoken to him that way. Dean is just a child who needs you guidance, therefore please show him respect and he will do the same in return."
"Fine, I will treat that little prick with damn respect!" The educator explodeed and abruptly walked out of her office.
Mr. Pierce hurried past the young Winchester with a bloated reddened face as he exited, slamming the door wide open. Dean was watching Mrs. Hartman motioning him to approach her. She explained that the teacher was having a bad day and everything will be back to normal in the morning.
"However, Dean, you need to score an 80% or higher on the final test of this semester, as a result, I am having someone tutor you everyday after school." Before he could protest, the vice-principal introduced him to Lori Davis, Pastor Davis' daughter.
"Dean, this is the lovely Lori Davis, your new tutor." Mrs. Hartman explained as she pulled Dean to his feet. "And Miss Davis, this is Dean Winchester; please help him with his studying since I know he could benefit from your expertise."
The two teenagers were given passes back to their fourth period classes, which were about to break for lunch. The tutor suggested they meet in the library after school to begin and Dean reluctantly agreed.
As he opened up his brown bag lunch, Dean couldn't help to notice other students staring at him. He tried to look away, but it was incredibly obvious and the whispering was annoying.
Toward the end of his meal, Lori appeared with a smile that lighted up the dull essence of the school cafeteria, "Hey Dean, I think what Mr. Pierce said and did to you was so out of line and you really should be pissed."
"Well, I am pissed." He declared with a half smile. "Unfortunately, I'm still in his stupid class."
"Don't worry; I'll help you make that jackass eat all of his damn words."
And with that, she strutted back to her table, leaving him alone with the rest of his PB&J sandwich and a candy bar. Why is she being nice to me? Dad will kill me if I don't pass. The bell rang and everyone was off to their next class.
At the end of the day, Dean was patiently waiting for his new friend to tutor him. She arrived fifteen minutes late and was passionately kissing some guy with long brown hair in a leather jacket.
"Sorry, I was busy, uh…" Lori started to giggle while applying lip gloss that smelled like a cinnamon roll.
The curiosity of being a hunter led him to ask a personal but immature question. "Is that your boyfriend?"
As she glanced up from her mirror, "No, that's Jeff, he's just some guy that I hang with. I'm the Preacher's daughter, so I'm not allowed to date, let alone have a boyfriend. I have to catch some on the side, you know." Now the curiosity in her came out, "What about you…is there a special someone?"
Suddenly self-conscious, Dean quietly answered, "No, I haven't really dated anyone since we moved here."
"Well, what was your old girlfriend like back home?"
Feeling very uncomfortable, Dean shifted his rear end in the chair and decided to make a confession, "I've never been in a school long enough to have a steady girlfriend."
Lori placed her soft hand on top of his, "That's so sad, but I think it's for the best."
"Why?" He inquired.
"Well, if you don't stay around long enough, then the girl will be heartbroken and that would make you a heartbreaker, so we couldn't be friends then." Lori flirted as she wrapped her long hair around her index finger.
Dean smiled at her and attempted to start studying, but she had more questions.
With her head gently resting on her arm, the young girl casually asked, "Why do you move around a lot?"
Trying to play it cool, Dean replied, "My dad's a traveling mechanic."
Still very curious, Lori wanted to know one more thing from her reclusive classmate, "Oh, I see. Is it true that you live in that motel off of the interstate?"
Dean nodded his head, as she added, "Oh, that's nice. I live behind the damn church, so I can't play loud music or anything. I wish we could trade places, you know."
They end up studying until Dean stated that he must leave to pick up his little brother and made a study date for tomorrow.
Around 7:00 pm, John arrived home from his job at the local garage. Dean was making dinner as Sammy was setting the table and asked, "Daddy, how was your day?"
With the long day currently behind him, John tiredly replied, "Fine Sammy, how was yours?"
The young boy cheerfully announced, "Good, because I'm in charge of Cleo now."
Even though he didn't care, he felt that he needed to ask anyway, "Who's Cleo?"
"She's the class lizard and I'm taking care of her at school for a whole week!"
John ruffled his youngest son's mop of brown hair and slightly chuckled, "Cleo is lucky to have you taking care of her." He then focused on his eldest, "How about you Dean? Anything you want to share about your day?"
As he was mashing potatoes, Dean answered, "No Sir, nothing."
"Really, so nothing happened at all today?"
Dean shook his head no without even turning around.
With his face turning red, John yelled, "Don't shake your fucking head at me! If I ask you a damn question, I expect you to turn around and answer it honestly!" Continuing with a louder tone, "Do you fucking understand me?"
Dean slowly turned around and saw tears fill up in his little brother's eyes, as he calmly answered, "Sir, my day was fine."
John walked closer and slapped his son across the face, leaving a visible red mark. "Thanks for lying to my damn face! So, I'm gonna ask again, anything you want to share about your day?"
"No, Sir."
The irritated father slapped him again and then backhanded him with in a matter of seconds. Sammy was crying, making John snap, "Shut the hell up or I'm gonna whip you too!"
Dean quickly came out of the shock of being hit, "Dad, I'm the one you're mad at, leave him out of this! I'm sorry!"
"Sorry for what…you little fuck-up?" But before he could answer, John slapped him again and that made Dean fall to the floor. Sammy ran to his side, as their father picked up the platter of baked chicken from the counter and threw it across the room.
"No Daddy, please stop!" Sammy bawled as he buried his head into his brother's chest.
"Sammy, this is your brother's fault! He caused trouble at school today and I had to take five fucking phone calls from the school!" John screamed at the both of them. "My boss is mad at me, plus I have to meet with the principal in the morning, because of your stupid brother!"
With tears in his green eyes, Dean pushed off his brother to stand and confront his father, "Please don't call me stupid and I didn't cause trouble."
John yelled in his face, "Stop lying!"
"I'm not. I uh…was having trouble with a…" Dean was shaking so bad that he had to pause. "A teacher called me a name and kicked me out of class. I'm sorry." The young boy apologized. "The vice-principal cleared up everything and has a tutor helping me, so Mr. Pierce can't call me names anymore."
John stood there looking his eldest son up and down. What did I do? My son was in trouble and I'm attacking him!
In a sincere tone, Dean continued, "Sir, I'm very sorry and I will make it up to you. Maybe I could tell your boss something, so he could forgive ya. Or maybe I could…"
Dean was being interrupted by his father, who began speaking in a much lower tone. "Dean, I'm sorry that I hit you and hope you can forgive me. But for now, tell me exactly what your teacher said to you."
The tears began to fill up again, "He called me stupid over and over. Then he said I was thinking about boys, when I wasn't. I'm not gay or stupid, but everyone thinks that." Dean was looking into his father's disappointed eyes, "I'm gonna prove it to you by passing his class, so you won't think I'm stupid any more."
The concerned father gently grabbed his son's shoulder, "Dean, I never thought you were stupid….don't ever think that."
"But, Dad…" Dean paused and with a hurtful expression stated, "But, Dad, you just called me that."
"I'm very sorry, I was uh…mad about the phone calls. But now I'm mad at myself and that damn teacher." John hugged his sons and repeatedly apologized.
"Its okay, Dad." The boys said in unison.
"I'll make it up to you by forcing that jackass of a teacher to apologize too…I promise." John sincerely stated, earning warm smiles from his children.
After a few minutes the tired parent uttered, "Sorry about the chicken…it uh, looked good." They all shared a quick laugh and decided to order a pizza.
The next morning, father and son met with everyone in the principal's office and it was decided that Dean must pull up his grade or will be expelled. Mr. Pierce was forced to apologize and promised never to call Dean hurtful names.
Dean never asked his father about their upcoming adventure on how to use a machete, figuring it was his punishment.
For the next three weeks Dean was tutored after school by Lori, who he currently had a crush on. She was not his typical type, but with her long curly reddish/brown hair and big blue eyes, (which looked fake, so they must be contact lenses), he was falling in love.
Dean always hustled after his last class, because he doesn't want to miss her entrance. She carried her bag in one arm and twisted her hair with the other. Lori's hips gently sway from side to side and she often wore tight jeans, making her firm ass very noticeable.
One afternoon, Lori appeared with a poster for this weekend's Winter Dance to hang in the library and asked, "So, are you going?"
Shaking his head in a negative way, Dean replied, "Nah, dances aren't my thing."
Sitting down next to him, the brunette beauty responded, "Oh, that's too bad, because I was hoping that you would take me."
Dean dropped his pencil but tried to answer calmly, "Really…me?"
Lori sarcastically said, "Yes you, so…" with her hand waving for an answer.
Dean quietly replied, "Okay."
Reaching into her bag, Lori handed him a pink post-it note, "Good. You can pick me up at my house", she wrote something down in scribbled cursive, "Here's the address." Continuing in an excited tone, "I'm wearing a light blue dress and you might want to wear a tie." Then in a seductive whisper, "I betcha you look cute in a tie."
Dean embarrassingly nodded and can't believe that he was going to dance with the most beautiful girl at school.
The next day, Dean asked several guys, "What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Dude, you need to coordinate your clothes to match her dress"
"Why?" Dean asked.
"Because girls think its cute or something"
"You need to buy an expensive corsage," Another said. "But don't over do it or the chick will never leave you alone"
"How much is this shit gonna cost me?" Dean inquired.
"Man, you gotta job or something; coz the shirt, tie, tickets and transportation adds up, plus ya got to meet the parents." All the guys shrieked and shook their heads.
That night Dean told his father about the dance, who thought it was great. But when John saw the disappointment in his son's eyes, he asked what was wrong.
With a sorrow look, his son quietly explained, "I don't know how to dance, because I never been to one."
"Oh, that's the best part. Because all you have to do is hold the girl nice and tight and just move to the music. Like this…" John took his eldest son into a firm hold and they swayed back and forth, as Sammy giggled and Dean blushed.
"Son, just keep practicing…it'll come to ya."
The next day, Dean picked up Sammy after school and they took a bus to a nearby thrift store while he could purchase a new shirt and shoes for the upcoming dance this weekend.
There weren't too many people shopping, so they were able to have the assistance of a saleswoman. She answered all of the young shopper's questions and helped him pick out a light blue long-sleeved dress shirt with a dark blue tie, black dress pants and loafers, plus a dark blue winter coat for sixteen dollars.
Riding back on the bus, Dean was looking at the remaining change that was in his hand. How am I going to get flowers and transportation with four dollars?
John arrived home later that night and Sammy told him about Dean selling his walkman, tapes and other stuff to his classmates to buy new clothes.
At first, the weary father was going to punish his teenaged son, but realized it wouldn't accomplish anything. Sure, Dean knew how dangerous it was to go anywhere without telling him, but he also knew what it was like to be a love struck teenager. Plus, John was very proud of how resourceful Dean was and decided to give him ten dollars for a cab ride to the dance and he would pick them up in the Impala after.
When dinner was finished, Dean thanked his dad and went back to studying, because if he didn't pass, then going to the dance would be out of the question.
TBC...