It was about noon when John's phone rang, he looked up from cleaning his gun in the motel room in Baton Rouge, and answered with a gruff, "Winchester?"

"Mr. Winchester? This is Mrs. Lorraine Hart from Morningside High-school; you're Dean Winchester's father I presume?" The voice on the other line was soft and southern.

"Yes ma'am? What'd he do?"

"He got into a fight with another boy during history. This has a strict no fighting policy, are you available to come in for a meeting about the consequence?"

"Give me a half hour Mrs. Hart, I'll be in." John sighed.

"Thank you Mr. Winchester, I'll just tell Dean to sit tight till then." Mrs. Hart said.

"Thank you ma'am," John hung up the phone flipping it shut and ran a hand through his hair. He packed up his duffle bag and loaded it into the back of the Impala. Then he tucked a pistol into the small of his back, a blade into his boot, and walked out the door.

Around twelve fifteen John walked into the high-school, where he stopped at the front desk.

"Can I help you sir?" The woman at the desk asked.

"I'm looking for the main office; I'm here for a meeting." John replied.

"Down the hall first door on the right, can't miss it, it's labeled." The woman smiled.

"Thank you!" John said heading down the hall. He entered the office where he found Dean slouching in a wooden chair sporting a rapidly bruising eye and split lip. He nodded towards his son as he leaned against the wall, "Dean."

"Hey dad," Dean said avoiding eye contact.

"So why am I here?"

"Dunno…" Dean mumbled.

"We having this discussion here or back at the motel son?" Dad sighed, pinching his nose.

"Motel sir." Dean said, biting his lip.

There was an awkward moment of silence then the principal's door opened and an upset father and son exited, then a tall blonde woman said, "Mr. Winchester, Dean, please come in."

The duo entered the office and took the seats in front of her desk.

"So Dean, I think your father needs an explanation as to why we're all here." The woman said, "Why don't you explain what happened?"

"Yes ma'am." Dean mumbled.

"Speak up son." Dad said.

"Yes sir." Dean spoke clearly, enunciating each syllable, "So, I was in history right and the teacher went to the head, and this guy sitting behind me kept bugging me, so I said if he didn't quit it I'd make him stop, and he didn't. So I kicked him, then he dragged me up and started whaling on me so I had to hit back. And then Mr. Wallis came back and found us brawling on the floor and sent us down here."

"Dean. You started a fight because some kid was bugging you in class?" Dad asked.

"Well when you put it that way it sounds dumb." Dean grimaced.

"It was dumb." Dad sighed.

"Yes sir."

"Regardless," The principal said, "This school has a strict no violence policy. Todd Graham, the boy Dean was fighting with was just suspended for three days. And I think in all fairness Dean should have the same consequence. What do you think?"

"I think that sounds reasonable." Dad said.

"Dad!" Dean cried out.

"Yes?"

"I- I uh can't miss that much homework I'll fall behind." Dean stammered.

"You can collect all your homework today or have a friend or sibling collect it daily." The principal smiled.

"Fine." Dean said slouching.

"Alright then, in that case I will sign a few papers, Mr. Winchester I'll have you sign some as well, then you can either gather your homework or we will send you home." Mrs. Hart said beginning to sign every so often handing one to John. And soon they were sent on their way, Dean had the night's homework and Sam was to collect it in the future.