Pre-series: Dean is 10 and Sam is 6
John Winchester was having a bad day. Now this was not an out of the ordinary occurrence, but today had just been one disaster after another. Lately things hadn't been going to well. Since his most recent hunt was over, John thought that he might take a couple days off to recover. Unfortunately, this idea led to him waking up on the couch, an empty bottle of Jack, and one bitch of a headache. The only good thing that had happened was his son, Dean, getting himself and his brother ready for school. He at least knew that Dean could always be counted on to take care of Sammy.
John got up to go get some breakfast and aspirin from the cabinet. 'Maybe when it kicks in I'll be able to salvage this day' he thought. That plan was doomed to fail miserably. The cupboards were empty and there was barely even enough food for one meal, let alone for the boys dinner. "Those damned kids of mine probably ate everything too fast again" John groaned. This meant that he would have to go to the store.
Slowly, John made his way over to where they kept the keys for the Impala. On the table he noticed something he hadn't seen before. Sitting there was a bottle of aspirin with only three tablets left, as well as a note. John smirked affectionately as he looked over the note his boys had left.
DADDY
Dean won't let me wake you up. He's being mean and he made me take a bath last night. Why were you sleeping on the couch? I hope you don't feel bad, but Dean said that we should leave the aspirin for you anyways.
Love you
Sammy
Hey Dad
I was not being mean to Sammy. You know what a drama princess he can be.
Dean I am not a drama princess. I'm not a girl!
Yes he is. Anyway we'll be home around 3 hope you feel better.
Dean
Shaking his head, John downed the pills and headed out the door. It was like the weather was mocking his mood. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and it looked like the perfect day. He growled to himself about the unfairness of his life and started driving. When he reached the grocery store things took a turn for the worst. Just as he was getting into the building, John's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller id and saw that it was from the boy's school.
Silently dreading it, John answered the phone. 'Hello' he barked at the speaker. 'Yes. Is this a Mister John Winchester?' a strict sounding voice answered. 'Speaking' John said. 'This is Ms. Fowl, your son's principal and I was wondering if you were able to come down to the school. There has been an incident that we feel needs your involvement' Ms. Fowl said firmly. Once again feeling dread in his stomach John said 'I can be there in twenty minutes. What exactly has happened?'. Ms. Fowl was silent for a moment. 'Hello?' John said questioningly. 'I think that that would be better explained in person. We will see you in twenty minutes then. Good-bye Mr. Winchester.' Said Ms. Fowl, hanging up abruptly.
John quickly snapped the phone shut and considered getting take out for dinner. He was obviously never getting to the store now.
Arriving in front of the school John took a deep breath and got out of the Impala. He went into the school and got directions to the office from some snot-nosed kid, McDermott, or something. Entering the office John came to a crashing halt. Sitting there happily snacking on a piece of fruit was his sweet Sammy. At the sudden movement Sam looked up and ran over to his father, hugging him around the waist.
John looked stunned and confused that Sammy was the one in the office and not Dean. Hugging his son back John kneeled down and said 'Sammy why am I here? What did you do?' Sam looked up at him with innocent puppy dog eyes and said ramblingly 'It wasn't my fault Daddy. The really big kid was being mean to me when I wouldn't give him my snack! Then Dean came and told him to say sorry. He said he wouldn't, so then Dean said that he would make him say sorry. Daddy, Dean punched him in the nose! Then the teacher sent Dean to the principal, and I said that I was going too.' Pouting, Sam wondered 'why is Dean getting punished, and McDermott isn't?'
Bewildered at the sudden rush of information, John said 'Whoa, Sammy, slow down there. So you're not in trouble then?' Impatiently Sam shook his head. 'Okay good. Now let me get this straight. An older kid named McDermott wanted your sandwich. The when you wouldn't give it to him he was mean and Dean punched him in the nose to make him sorry? Did I get all that son?' John said in disbelief. As Sam started to say yes another voice suddenly entered the room.