Hey guys this is a new story. It is from Deans point of view. Hope you enjoy

I stare at the paper in front of me. I stare long and hard and I am convinced that if I stare any longer my eyes will burn a hole in the center of the paper. My hand moves to cover the big red 'F, 27% See me after class' at the top of the paper. As people look over at their friends papers with their smiling mouths forming words that were 'That was so easy' or 'I thought I was going to fail man.' my stomach twists and a blush creeps up my neck.

"Jesus Christ" I mutter "How in the hell did I do so bad?!" I had stayed up most of the night studying! Well if I was being completely honest with myself it was more like 3 hours. No? Okay. It was more like 1 hour. Oh fuck it, I didn't study at all but I didn't think I would fail!.

The bell and students shuffling to leave derails my train of thought. I gather my books and crumple up the piece of worthless paper some people call a test. I hear a light and airy laugh and I turn around seeing the teacher. She clears her throat.

"Excuse me. May I ask where you think you are going?" She smiles smugly and taps her foot

"To lunch" I hum out and flash an award winning smile back at her and she tries not to roll her eyes. Ms. Milton was young with flaming red hair, she had some spunk in her but for the most part was respectful and quiet.

"Dean! This is serious! If you fail my class you have to go to summer school and based off how excited Sam is that you are going back to Miami for summer break" She sighs sadly "I would hate to see you not able to go because you failed my class" I roll my eyes

"It was one test it doesn't mean I will fail"

"Dean its the last week of school, I have to turn in grades in two days and you leave for Miami tomorrow afternoon. If I put in your test your grade drops to a 58, which is failing" She leans on her desk and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Wait so are you saying I can't change my grades?!" I ask with panic as my face shifts from apathy to fear.

"No! I didn't say that. There is something you can do, but only if you are up for it."

"What! What is it? I will do anything" I plead, my green eyes popping out from the harsh fluorescent lights.

"I want you to take this" She walks over to her desk pulling out a black leather journal looking thing with an elastic string to hold it closed. She strides back over her heels clinking against the aluminum floor and hands it to me "And at least once a week during the duration of the summer you write an entry about how things are going in Miami. And I know you won't turn this in till next year but I believe you will do it and I will change your grade." She smiles at me and I look down at it. Well fuck.

"Yeah, Whatever. I mean I guess I could do it." I shrug and look back down at it."Wait but what if nothing interesting happens that summer. Do I still have to do it?" I am looking for a way that I could make an excuse next year as to why I never did it. I mean who wants to sit down each week and write about their feelings when they could be on the lovely beach, flirting with chicks.

"Dean its either this and the beach or you can turn it down and attend de la summer school. We may not have ac but there is no dresscode" She walks back to her seat "Go to lunch Dean" She hums out and sits down at her desk. I open my mouth but shut it quickly after. I shuffle my feet and adjust my backpack strap before leaving.

As soon as I leave the room I bolt down the hallway to lunch. I push open the heavy double duty doors and I retreat to my table in the corner. I sit next to my best friend -Erin- who was talking to Sam about something that probably doesn't matter. She turns to me and smiles not before seeing the notebook, she fake gasps.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is Dean Winchester carrying a notebook for school?!" She gets louder as the sentence continues. She goes to grab it and I smack her hand away.

"Just because you may know everything about me doesn't mean you can grab my shit" I scowl, Erin knew I was kidding around and I could tell when she was.

"Fine then I won't come to Miami with you" She huffs and crosses her arms. We have gone to Miami with Erin and in the beginning her sister came too since we moved here from Lawrence. Erin is clumsy, sarcastic, bitchy, and seemed arrogant at times. She wasn't actually arrogant. I couldn't complain about her rude personality because I was most of those things too.

"Dean" Her tone becomes serious "Why do you have a notebook? Is there a last minute project I didn't know about?" She glares and I cave, her looks were super scary, what was I supposed to do just let her look like she was unhuman?

"Fine. It is a summer assignment so I don't fail your sisters class! I have to journal every week while we are in Miami." I blush lightly and Erin and Sam hold back snickers and giggles.

"I told you. You should have studied" Sam spoke up, clearly not trying to hide his amusement.

"You should have just let her sit on your face. She has been a little bitchy lately maybe it would have helped me too." She grins and stands up as I scowl at her. "I have to go. I am helping Mr. Roman put away his cameras before summer" She starts to put back into her bag and she swings the top over to close it.

"You mean Mr. Dick?" I say looking up innocently

"Or Mr. Perv. I heard he knocks girls pencils off the desk when he walks back just so he can watch them bend down" Sam adds in and Erin gives him a chilling look.

"Oh fuck off guys! He isn't that bad" She huffs a breath and puts her bag over her shoulder before stomping off. To everyone else she would look pissed but I could tell she wasn't because her shoulders were slumped but when she was angry everything about her was tense and everything squared, her eyes looked animalistic. When you saw her like that you immediately back down because she looked so scary. Sam turns to me.

"I don't understand why she helps him. He is obviously a creep" Sam says as he pushes his tray down a seat and then moves to the seat.

"Maybe he gives good head" I joke and Sam frowns "No? Kay. I mean we all know Erin is an asshole but she is nice at times so maybe she found some kindness in him that most people don't see." I shrug and Sam cracks a smile.

"Wow Dean I am-" I cut him off.

"Or she has a huge crush on him" A look flashes in Sams eyes that I couldn't really pinpoint. Was it jealousy? I ignore it.

"Okay anyways. About Miami. Dad is picking us up and taking us straight home so he can "watch" Us finish packing" I put air quotes around watch "And Erin can't come over till we finish. Then John packs up the car, Erin spends the night, dad drives all of us to school the next morning then we do this bogus. He picks us up and then we start the drive to Miami. Lets do this bitches!" I shout the last sentence and Sam laughs as people look over at us.

"Seems like you have this down to a tee Dean"

"Hell Yeah I do!" I shout again before grabbing Sams burrito and taking a chomp of it.


I throw my clothes around the room looking for something else even half decent to bring with me. I have not finished packing, I am looking for something comfortable but not shitty and gross. I get up remembering I forgot to pack some personal things. I roll onto my stomach and reach for a box under my bed. I move clothes out the way and I put the box at the bottom. The only person who knew the contents of the box is Erin. I move clothes to cover the box. Sam swings the door open and strides in and scares the living shit out of me, I throw another shirt over to be safe. He walks over and plops on my bed.

"How have you not finished packing man?" He moves his hand and starts to rummage through my bag, wanting to see what I chose. I hit his hand and he quickly raises them in defense.

"You are so god damn nosey. I texted Erin, she should be here soon. Go bother her." I shoo him and he nods, getting up and leaving, shutting the door. I hear the front door open and I shuck off my clothes and start out the room to the shower. I scamper down the hallway before sliding in the bathroom. Words float up the stairs.

"Probably showing... Out for a supply run" I guess that Sam was telling Erin where everyone went. I turn on the water and wait till the water turns hot. I step on and let the water run over my body. I run a hand through my hair and the front door opens again. John comes inside and shouts.

"Sam. Erin. Come help me with the groceries!" He shouts and Sam and Erin race to the car to get groceries. They races back inside trying to get to the kitchen before each other. Erin put her bag down first and smirks.

"I win!" She gloats and Sam glares.

"That is no far. You cheated!" He pouts and she rolls her eyes. "I demand a rematch!". He huffs and she nods lining up with him. "Ready set go." They both bolt out of the kitchen. Sam hopes over the couch but Erin runs around. Sam may have longer strides but Erin was quicker. They both hit the door to the garage getting stuck between the threshold. They both try and get out. Erin being first. Sam sprints out after her and they both grab bags. Sam runs inside before her and beats her to the kitchen with three seconds to spare.

"You cheated!" She huffs and jumps onto the counter. Sam starts to separate things, like into coolers and snack bags.

John leans against the railing and shouts up. "Dean. When you are finished doing what your doing in that unholy shower get your ass down here to help"

I rinse the soap off my body before stepping out of the shower. I nearly slip on the wet floor but I grab the counter to catch myself. I walk over and drop a towel to the floor and than I wrap a towel around my waist. I swoosh the towel around with my foot to mop up the water. I walk out of the bathroom and I start down the hallway to my room. I open the door and I drop the towel and I pull on a pair of boxers that were lying on my bed. I run a hand through my hair and bend over to zip up my suitcase. I stand up and grab the faded jeans from my bed, I pull the pants up my legs and let them rest on my hipbones. I button them before grabbing an old college shirt and pulling it up over my head. I flatten the shirt with my hands before walking downstairs. I walk over to Erin in the kitchen.

"Hey Erin. I am surprised you finish packing before me" I smirk at her.

"Yeah well I'm not. I could never be as high maintenance as you" She retorts than smiles "But I''m not judging, all Diva's need a ton of time to pack" She bats her eyelashes.

"I'm the diva? You are the one who has turned down every guy since who has flirted with you since 8th grade because they weren't good enough!" She lets out a chuckle

"Keep dreaming Winchester. I am sure your girlfriend would love to hear about-" She leans into my ear and whispers "Your mint-condition pantie collection" I gasp and my jaw drops to the floor. Erin was my best friend I knew she wouldn't say anything. I had asked her to buy them for me and she agreed knowing how embarrassing it was for me to ask.

"You wouldn't dare" I scowl and she smirks pulling away so we are at normal distance.

"Admit you are a diva"

"Admit you are a manipulative little bitch" I hiss at her

"Okay" She laughs "I'm a manipulative little bitch" She reaches for her phone. "Say the magic words Dean" She waves the phone and I cave.

"Alright! Fine! I am a diva" I say and she puts her phone down and prances around the room.

"I won! Haha! Idiot! I knew I would win" I have to get her back at some point during the trip. She was not going to get away with that. I get distracted as Sam walks in the room. She stops bouncing and clears her throat, flashing her award winning smile. John walks in after him.

"Erin get your butt upstairs and shower. Sam you go after. Erin tell me if Lisa sneaks through Deans window" He smiles and taps the door frame before leaving. Erin starts to leave and I smile. I knew this trip would be fun.