Hi everybody! I'm trying to write a not so usual Highschool AU.

Dean is never going to be a mechanic...that is all.

Tell me what you think (:

"I swear, Sammy, dad's gonna let me drive the freakin' Impala soon or I'm going to run away from home."

"Dean, you threaten to run away from home on a biweekly basis."

"So? I might. And hey, it would have all been prevented if I was allowed to drive his goddamn car."

"Well, maybe if you stopped getting speeding tickets in yours he'd let you."

"I wasn't even speeding… I mean, yeah, maybe I was, but that cop had to have been speeding too if he caught up to me. I don't see anyone suspending his license."

A totally over dramatic sigh rung out over the foggy morning. The gangly teen rolling his eyes so far up that he could probably see God. His mouth fell into a morbidly straight line that just screamed 'Jesus fucking Christ, I must be adopted because this ignoramus is a total ignoramus and I hate him.'

Dean Winchester stared at his brother, trying to figure out what crawled up his bleached asshole this time. He shook his head, running his tongue along his top row of braces out of habit. "Whatever, I don't see you with a driver's license."

"Yeah," Sam snapped, glaring hellfire down at his older brother, "and I don't see you with yours either, fucktard. And now, we have to ride the shitty bus to school."

Dean laughed and pushed his glasses up higher onto his nose. "You probably should have left your sassy pants at home today, Sammy."

"And you probably should have NOT done 60 in a school zone."

"Look, dickhole, the bus isn't so bad so build a bridge and climb it."

There was an awkward silence, both teens thinking about what had just been said.

"It's build a bridge and get over it, dumbass."

Dean almost threw up he was laughing so hard.

The other kids at the bus stop had moved as far away as possible the second the two boys arrived, and now a few were contemplating just skipping school to get away from the crazy-ass Winchester brothers. Andy Gallagher was already spreading the rumor that one of them was carrying explosives.

"The tricky part is trying to figure out which one is going to kill us all," he would tack on at the end to each person he told.

Finally the bus rolled up into the Breezedale neighborhood. It reeked of what Dean could only assume was burning glue and maple syrup. The brothers climbed onto the smoking dinosaur first, the other kids staring them down like Sam just took a shit in Dean's backpack. Dean figured they could probably all go fuck themselves, he also figured that they probably all would.

He stared at the bus driver for a moment, a look of horror crossing his face before Sam dead legged him and forced him to stumble down the narrow aisle.

"Bitch!"

"Jerk…fucking move!"

Dean did, without much of a choice because the other shitheads were starting to pile onto the bus. He took his place at the first available seat, Sam's goliath ass hunkering down right next to him with just the slightest touch of angst.

"So, is that our principal….or….is that our principal?" Dean asked, staring at the back of the short man's head from six rows down.

"Why the fuck would Principal Dolum be driving a bus?"

"I don't know, dude! But I mean…it's gotta be him, that's obviously a fake mustache."

"Okay, no. A grown man would not abandon his job to take delinquents to school while wearing a fake mustache. Stop smoking weed and shut up."

Dean threw his hands up, waving them at his shoulders while he mocked Sam in a high-pitched, very girly, almost British tone. "Euhh, my name is Samantha and I saw my brother do the pot-weed," the mocking tone dropped as Dean looked at his brother with a very straight face, "ONE FUCKING TIME."

There was a pause, giving Sam enough time to scoff and roll his eyes. "Oh my god, you're such an asshole."

"You love me and you know it." His metal decorated grin reached his ears as he punched his brother in the arm.

He was about to say something else genius and overwhelmingly hilarious, but the bus kick started to life, shooting down the dusty road faster than any licensed bus driver would go and Dean just ended up biting his tongue instead.