Hey there! Sorry this took so long. Christmas and illness just stopped me in my tracks. I hope you all had a wonderful time celebrating whatever holiday it is you and your loved ones celebrate. This is pretty long to try and make up for that. I had reviews asking is Cas is going to show up soon, and I am happy to tell you he will show up in the next chapter.
Kate smiles warmly, if not a little shyly as soon as she sees my standing in the arched doorway that lead into the kitchen. Her soft hair was tied back into a neat ponytail, a few light stands escaping as she scrubbed up a milk stain left by Adam."Good morning Dean!" She practically sings as she gathers up both of the younger boy`s plates and dumps them into the sink to be washed later. "John can do that later, it`s his turn." She tells me, before dashing over to check on the toaster.
I have never understood that phrase. "Good morning?" what is so great about the mornings? Nothing, I tell you!
I don`t say anything and plonk my tired ass down on a spare seat next to Sam, who smiles at me from behind a brown tangle of brown bed hair. Kate fusses over him with a comb she magics up out of her designer handbag on the counter. "Sorry about this," she grins when the hair finally is beaten into submission, much to the thirteen year old's horror. "School mornings around here are pretty hectic."
I shrug and tuck into the plate of golden brown toast she places in front of me, eagerly licking the excess butter from my fingers. Screw manners.
A dark, evil raincloud passes in front of the kitchen doorway, blocking out the light from the hallway in the form of one deserting dickhead, John Winchester. "You about ready to go boys? It`s nearly ten past eight you had better leave soon if you are walking." He says, pinching the last piece of deliciously, buttery bread from my plate. I am sorely tempted to stab him with my butter knife, but he is too quick. I know I will have better luck next time.
"Oh dad, do we have to walk?" Sam grumbles, pulling a face. Hey, if I had legs that long and was likely to trip over them all the time like he did, I would have an aversion to walking too.
"Yes, I have to go in early to cover for that new kid, Garth. Bloody useless he is! A terrible mechanic and he can`t even bothered to have the courtesy phone in sick."
Groaning and muttering something about getting his backpack, Sam gets up from the breakfast table. Adam, ever the faithful puppy dog, swigs down the last of his orange juice and follows him, the shoe laces on the light up trainers he was wearing, trailing behind him.
"I`m going to wait outside for them." I tell the tart and the asshole, grabbing my bag from off of the floor.
A well-muscled arm stop me in my tracks. "Change, Dean. You know where your uniform is."
I am about to protest, but think better of it when I see his face and trudge back upstairs to get it. Deciding I have time for a quick drink while I wait on Sam and Adam I get a bottle of coke from beside my bed. Being the clumsy boy that I am, I accidently miss my mouth and drench the god awful uniform in the sticky, dark liquid. Grinning to myself I make my way back downstairs, still dressed in my ripped jeans and faded band shirt. The ruined uniform held safely in my arms as I climb the final stair. Adam`s eyes go wide when he sees what I have done.
"Mum and Dad are going to be really mad." He tells me, eyes going eve wider with fear. I remember when I was seven and mum and dad being mad at me felt lie it was the worst thing that could possibly happen to me. Man, was I a fool.
Sam seems to find it funny though, and flashes me a big grin which quickly fades away when John walks out of the kitchen into the hallway.
"Go on boys, it is quarter past eight you need to be leaving. Dean, I thought I told you to change." His eyes fall on the sticky white shirt held in my arms and he sighs. "I`ll write a note for today, but tomorrow it will be clean and you will wear it." He slams the front door shut behind him and I hear the engine start.
The walk to school wasn`t too bad. I had to walk with Sam and Adam because I had no idea where the hell I was going, but it turns out the primary school was only ten minutes away. We see Adam into the bustling playground and he waves us off before running off with two other boys his own age.
"Sam, how much further is it to our school?"
His jaw threatens to drop. I try to recall what I have said to him in the past few days, but can only remember a few mumbled thanks here and there.
"Not far. Do you see that play park just down the road?" he points to an empty children`s park with a sad looking swing set and I nod. "It is just on the other side of that. Probably only another five minutes if we keep dragging our feet like we have been doing."
"I just realised I forgot my pens. I`m gonna run back to the house, won't be long." There was just no way I was going to school today.
Sam seems unconvinced, but doesn`t make a big effort to convince me to keep walking with him."Mum-Sorry, I mean Kate might still be home, she does a mix of days and nights down at the doctor`s clinic and the hospital. I can never remember what shift she is on." He scratches the back of his head awkwardly and chuckles.
"I won`t be long, I can`t go without anything to write with, can I? Need to make a good impression on my first day." I rigidly raise one arm up to wave at him, then run off back down the street the way we had come.
The house was silent when I got in, Kate must be out or maybe even having a nap if she worked nights too. I could just stay in my room all day and if anyone did come home and found me here, I could say I felt ill. It wouldn't be a total lie. That ache in my chest hadn`t lessened since I had arrived and I felt queasy whenever I looked at anyone.
My freedom didn`t last long. I hear the front door open and my stomach sinks. My door slams open with a loud bang.
"Dean Winchester!" John growls, with a face like thunder.
I don`t even bother to tell him that my name isn't Winchester. I am not part of his stupid little happy family and I never want to be. He wouldn't listen.
Instead I snarl, "How the hell did you know I bunked off?"
"I got a friend who lives just down by the school named Bobby. He said he saw Sam walk by without you and phoned me up at work asking if I had given you a lift to school seeing as it was your first day." He explains getting angrier by the syllable. "Imagine my surprise when I come home and find you here."
I grab my bag from where I had carelessly dumped it on the bed and get to my feet. "Fine, I`ll go to stupid school."
"Damn right you will boy, and I am going to take you. C`mon. You might still make it for registration at five past nine."
I roll my eyes but follow him outside and into the beautiful car.
I feel sicker and sicker the closer we get to the school. I settle for fiddling with the zip on my jacket to keep myself distracted, but it doesn`t really work. He parks up opposite the impressive Victorian building, ignoring the double yellow lines. I get out and carefully close the door. I was pissed, but there was no well in hell I was going to take out my anger on that beautiful machine.I make my way into the intimidating building with my head held high, waiting until the hallway had cleared out before daring to glance at the map and timetable I had stuffed in my bag. I had registration in my form room first, then English with Miss. Hill. After that there was science in room S2 followed by a twenty minute break. I memorise each class number and work out how to get there, deciding to do the same for my next two classes during break. I would hide out in one of the bathrooms or something to do it. Being the new kid sucked, I wasn`t about to be pitied for getting lost or something.I saunter into classroom G13 with a lazy smirk on my face ten minutes late for registration. My new form tutor accepts my story of losing my map and lets me sit down. She was pretty, blonde with big boobs and blue eyes. I sit as far near the back as I can.
"Okay, guys." She beams at the bored and or sleeping students. "I told you we had a new addition to our class and here he is, Dean Winchester." She introduces me the same way you might introduce a family member you didn't know or like very much.
I wave at the class, who had all turned round to get a better look at the new kid. "It`s just Dean." I clarify. Asshole. I can't believe he enrolled me as a freakin` Winchester. I mean, sure it was legally still my name, but only an idiot wouldn`t know I felt about being grouped with him.
Oh wait.
He is an idiot.
"Anyone who calls me Winchester will need a team of surgeons to remove their pencils from their asses." There is a nervous giggle from people who would like to think I was joking.
I assure you, I wasn`t.
