Dean woke up to the smell of Bacon and voices from down stairs. He was stiff; he felt like someone was sat on his chest and it was hard to breath but then thought this was just his broken ribs, he then noticed that someone was stroking his face.

"Stop moving, Uncle De, your ruining it"

"uhhhh Jake, what are you doing?"

"Painting. Mama said not to wake you"

"Jake, what do you mean painting…o no" that wasn't someone hands on his face that was a brush

Dean opened his eyes to find his nephew has on his concentration face with a tube of foundation and a brush. The look of determination as he spread the foundation on Dean's bruised face.

"Mama, put this on her face to look pretty, I'm putting it on you as you look horrible"

"Jake where are you buddy?" John's voice whispered down the corridor

"Dad, I need some help in here"

"no Uncle De shhhhh"

John walked in the room to find his grandson sat on his uncle's chest. "And what is going on here"

"Uncle De asked me to do his makeup."

"wait what?"

"is that so…whos make up are you using"

"Mama's"

"Well then, Uncle De owes your Mama some knew foundation doesn't he?. Come on lets go downstairs"

"I'm almost finished"

"ok hurry up"

"No Jake, that's fine. Thanks for your help but I don't need" Jake had inherited is dads puppy eyed stare. "Fine finish" Dean could see his Dad from the corner of his eye grinning from ear to ear.

"All finished Gramps, don't take it off uncle De" Jake and John left the room to go to breakfast

Dean stood up from the bed and walked over to his wardrobe and tried to find some clothes that still fit him. He grabbed some sweats and a baggy top that would fit over the bandage on his ribs. He turned and picked up the foundation and brush Jake had left on his bed. He went walk downstairs and caught his reflection in the mirror. He looked a mess, and from Jake's handy work he looked like a clown – which brought a smile to his face when he imagined Sam's reaction.

He walked into the kitchen and put the foundation and brush in front of Jess, who looked up in confusion and gasped at Deans face and burst out laughing "OMG, I am so sorry. But that is hilarious"

"yeah yeah laugh it up"

The family were all sat down, eating and passing stories. When Dean sat down, Mary put a fresh cup of coffee and breakfast in front of him. With a smile he listened in on Sam telling his Dad about a case he had just finished regarding a Marine, which took Dads interest to no end.

The phone rang and Mary excused herself. "so where's the Singer's this morning?" Dean asked the silent table.

"they went home last night but said they would be back this afternoon. Bobby's got to take care of the garage" Jess responded.

Dean nodded in understanding

"Erm…Dean, A Mr MacLeod is on the phone for you"

Everyone looked at up at him. Dean stood up and went to speak on the house phone. Mr Macleod was the principal at the school, British with a hard arse exterior. Dean was able to crack that façade within a week of working at the school and was the only one who would refer to him as Crowley which Mr MacLeod sneakily appreciated as a private joke between the two of them. Dean wouldn't say they were best friends but as Dean had broken Crowley's wall, Crowley in return had broken Dean's inner circle and had fitted himself comfortably with a story to tell and a beer in hand. Dean trusted him maybe even go as far as to say he enjoyed his company...ok he liked the guy and considered him a friend.

"Hey Crowley, what's with the Mr MacLeod? My mother's married you know, stop trying to impress her"

"Hey Dean, sorry to be calling you at your parent's house. It's Mr MacLeod as it is official Business I am afraid"

"ooookay"

"I got a call this morning informing me of your arrest"

O no, Dean's stomach fell

"Listen, Crowley. It's just one massive"

"Let me interrupt you Dean. If this gets out the board of administrators and the parents will not be happy if they don't see any action being taken against you"

"But Crowley, I didn't do it"

"Dean, take this call as your suspension with immediate effect"

"Crowley, don't please"

"I will send an official letter to your parent's home"

"Crowley this is Bulls"

"Dean, I have to be seen doing something. You have been accused of attacking a student"

Voices began to raise now

"and you think I could do something like that, come on Crowley you know me"

"I know Dean, listen"

"No you Listen Crowley. This is unbelievea"

"it's the holidays Dean, you wouldn't be teaching anyway" Crowley tried to reason.

"You're supposed to be my frie"

"I am, but I am first and foremost your boss"

There is silence then just the sound of both men puffing down the phone until Dean questioned.

"who knows?"

"Just me up to now and I plan on keeping it that way "

"I cannot believe this"

"Hey Winchester; pay attention to what I am saying, you are suspended for now until the trial and we shall see what happens from there. It's the holidays so no one will know anyway. I believe you didn't do this and I will back you every step of the way. But I have to been seen doing something if this gets out. Stay with the family and I will do everything I can here in New York. I'll be in touch Dean"

With that Crowley hung up. Dean stared at the phone, panting with rage. He threw the phone at the wall with a scream. He turned to find Sam and John standing in the doorway.

"I've been suspended from work"

For the next week Dean, went into himself, hardly talking to anyone, staying in his room. Jess had called both her work and Sam's to inform they would need a few weeks of work due to a family emergency.

Dean came out of the shower on the Friday to find is Mom in his room with an envelope in her hand. Crowley's letter had come a few days earlier which darkened his mood even further. He just knew that this letter would do the same.

Dean sat next to his Mom and took the letter. As he opened it he could feel his Mom stroking his back. The Letter was an official invitation to his court hearing in a month's time.

He passed the letter back to his Mom, who read over the letter. "Well sweetheart. I think it's time we contacted a few lawyers don't you?" Dean just nodded his head in defeat.