It was another day in calculus. Beginning of his senior year, he was already a week in. Dean stared out the rain covered window, falling asleep on his folded arms. He was a bright kid, but he couldn't be bothered with the unit circle or how one would find X if Y equaled thirty-six. He sighed and turned his attention to the teacher who was hopelessly trying to get the kids invested in today's lesson, but summer break fatigue was still thick among the seniors. It was a new teacher. He was young and looked to be invested in the class but seemed that he'd never had to deal with high schoolers before. His name was Chuck Shurley, but he prefers everyone to call him "Chuck" in attempts to get closer to his students.
Dean couldn't be more relieved when the bell finally rang. Calculus was his fifth class out of his seven-period schedule. Lunch was next, which Dean was excited for, he got to see his buds and bum it for an hour, something underclassmen didn't have the luxury of doing as they still had homeroom.
"Winchester!" Dean heard a shout as he entered the mess hall. He turned and saw Jo waving her arms. Dean smiled and headed in her direction. His buddies consisted of Jo, his childhood friend, Crowley, his former enemy, but since a couple years ago, one of his better pals, Pam, whom he met last year at a house party, and Pam's boyfriend, Ash, a computer nerd whom Dean had known forever, but didn't become friends till he started hanging out with Pam.
"Harvey!" Dean exclaimed, plopping in the seat next to Jo and bumping fists with Crowley who was currently on the phone with someone, probably a client, he was the school's drug dealer. Ash looked up from his computer and nodded in Dean's direction before returning to his whatever he did on his computer.
"Ugh, only the first week in and I'm beat… I think senioritis is kicking in for me…" Jo yawned, sipping her coffee.
"Tell me about it," Dean nodded, pulling out his lunch and digging into his ham and cheese sandwich, "though," he said in between mouthfuls of food, "I think senioritis hit me back in the sixth grade". His statement won the approval of Pam whose face was firmly planted on the table.
"Any ideas on college yet?" Crowley asked, placing his phone on the table. A collective 'ugh' radiated from the group.
"Don't remind me… I don't think I'm ready to adult yet…" Jo complained, taking another swig of her coffee.
"I don't even want to go to college," Dean admitted. He already had a deal set up with father that he was going to work beside him in the garage. "But, alas, mom at least wants me to go to get an associates degree or go into a trade school for a little while".
"I don't want to think about any of that stuff yet, I just want to make it through the school year…" Pam stated, lifting her head and rubbing her temples, she had dark circles under her eyes.
"Amen to that sister," Crowley said, excusing himself as he had to take another call.
"You all right Pam?" Jo asked, pushing her coffee over to Pam who gladly accepted it and took a generous swig.
"Yeah, just haven't been getting enough sleep lately," Pam admitted, her handicapped cognitive function didn't allow her to realize her mistake.
"Ah, I see, Ash has been horny again, huh?" Dean intervened. Pam punched his shoulder and Ash fist bumped him.
"Don't you know it, man!" Ash and Dean laughed at their childish joke and the girl rolled their eyes.
Dean loved these people. This is where he belonged. Surrounded by people who were on the same wavelength as him and whom he could entrust his life with if he needed to, and he'd do the same if any one of them needed a helping hand.
The day wrapped pretty quickly after that, his last class of the day was religious studies. Dean was by no means a religious person, but he had heard that the class was an easy A and he needed an extra elective to fill his schedule. He collected his things and headed to his one true love: his '67 Chevrolet Impala. He whistled at her as he turned the corner, her black beauty coming into view.
"Hello, baby," He drawled out as he shuffled on her hood and leaned against the windshield. It was Thursday and Sam had Robotics club today, so Dean pulled out his phone and texted his brother that he was waiting outside whenever he was done. Dean figured he'd be waiting for another hour, so he took out his homework and started on it.
"Wow, look who's being diligent and actually doing their homework for once?" Dean looked up and saw his kid brother jogging toward him. Dean flipped him off and they both chucked.
"So, how's sophomore year treating you?" Dean asked as they climbed into the car.
"Just like last year, accept… more responsibility?" Sam question. Dean nodded.
"Yeah, I remember sophomore year, got my first kiss." He winked and nudged Sam, who was beet red.
"Hello, boys!" Their mother called from the kitchen.
"Hello!" They called back in unison. They entered the kitchen and saw that their mother was already preparing dinner.
"The first week of school, almost done! How do you boys feel?" She asked excitedly. They both shrugged.
"Quite rubbish," Sam started in a bored tone.
"Just like the many years before this one," Dean continued nonchalantly.
"Nothing new," Sam stated, feigning sadness.
"Same essays and boring "classic" literature to be read!" Dean exclaimed dramatically, leaning up against the door frame of the kitchen.
"Oh, the horror!" They exclaimed as they dropped their book bags on the ground. Mary whacked them both with her newest issue of Cosmopolitan.
"You boys!" She huffed but couldn't help smiling at their performance. "Get cleaned up and your homework finished, dinner will be ready in a few hours." She called after them as they both clambered up the steps to their respective rooms. Dean plopped down on his bed, his eyes slowly shutting as he began to drift off.
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Another Destiel fanfiction... do people even read these anymore? I don't care. I have some ideas and I figured I'd write them down. Hope y'all enjoy!
