Chapter 10

I sat outside the Principal's office, bouncing my knee up and down as I waited impatiently. Dean was inside with Principal Collins discussing what I did. I pressed my ear against the door, trying to hear what they were saying but all I could hear were their muffled voices. Though, I could differentiate between the Principal's voice and Dean's voice, and Dean didn't sound too happy.

Then their muffled voices stopped and the door swung open revealing a pissed off looking Dean, followed by a calm looking Principal Collins. They shook each others hands as a goodbye and I stood from my seat, feeling intimidated by the hard glare my brother was giving me.

"Thank you", Dean nodded, letting go of his hand.

"No problem, Mr Spears", he nodded back.

I would have laughed at Dean being called 'Mr Spears' but I was too anxious. I hate having Dean angry with me.

"So Jaime...", Collins said turning to me, "After a long talk, your brother convinced me to give you a chance and drop the suspension. I condemn violence at my school, but I know you're going through a rough time right now so instead I'm going to punish you with one week of after school detentions"

I turned to Dean with a questioning look. What did he tell him?

"Thanks...", I mumbled softly, not sure of what to say.

"But you're on thin ice, Jaime. I will not tolerate behaviour like this again", Principal Collins warned with a look saying 'you-better-not-screw-up'

I just gave Collins a nod, not wanting to make any promises as I turned to my brother.

Dean gave the principal one last nod before he huffed, "Let's go", and turned on his heel marching down the hallway, not waiting for me to follow.

"I'll see you tomorrow", Principal Collins said more pleasantly, waiting for me to follow my brother.

I sighed and quickly followed Dean out of the school and joined him in the Impala.

As soon as we got in the car, he turned to face me from the driver's seat. He didn't even bother turning on the ignition before he began to lecture me. Yep, he's angry.

"Would you like to explain yourself before I get started?", Dean suggested in a tone that was evident that he was trying to keep calm.

"Look, the guy had it coming. He wouldn't back off and to my defense, after he grabbed me I gave him five whole seconds to let go until I pounded him... I think I was pretty fair"

Dean's glare bore into my head, "You broke his nose!", he yelled waving his hands around, "I understand that teenagers can be bullies sometimes but I know you could have handled the situation way better then breaking the kid's nose. Look, you know I always want you to protect yourself and to fight if someone is hurting you but this is different. You were surrounded in the cafeteria, you could have pushed him away, you didn't have to punch him. I had to lie and tell Principal Collins that you're acting up because dad is away on business and you really miss him. I had to throw in the whole motherless thing in there too", Dean said more softly, unhappy about the fact that he had to mention mum. His jaw tensed and he shook his head.

"Dean..." I began but he lifted his hand to silence me.

"I don't wanna hear it", he snapped, his anger beginning to rise again. "You punching some kid isn't acceptable but that's not what I'm really mad about", he explained, fury rolling off his tongue.

"What?", I asked totally confused.

"Your Principal told me that your math teacher, Mr Donovict put in a complaint about you", he spat.

My heart froze. Crap!

"He said when you dropped his class, you were very rude and you doodled all over the text book you returned to him", Dean raised his brow, waiting for me to say something.

I didn't say a word, knowing that there was no excuse or lie I could muster up that would save my ass.

He groaned at my silence, "You dropped math!?"

"Yes, but Dean..."

"No! I specifically told you that you had to do math and you went behind my back and dropped it. Did you think I wouldn't find out?", He yelled.

"I knew you would eventually but I don't care. Why don't I get a choice, huh?", I questioned, getting angry, "Why am I still even here? Dad's gone! It doesn't bloody matter what the hell he wants. When he decides to come back, then I'll go back to school. This is bull!"

My father is a very touchy subject for me. Ever since he left, I felt my anger towards him grow and grow. I've been trying to shove down my emotions and ignore it but I can't take it anymore. How can he just leave us? He says he's out there to find the thing that killed mum, but getting revenge is breaking our family apart. Dad and I have always had a love/hate relationship. He's my father and I love him but he always seems to belittle me because I'm a girl and the youngest.

When we used to go out on hunts I was either waiting in the Impala or in the motel because it was too dangerous. Or I'll be given the most stupidest job while they take on all the action. And when he actually lets me in on the action, I'm forced to stick to his side or to one of my brothers. The only time I get to hunt properly is when Dean and I hunt by ourselves. Even though Dean runs the show, we are actually a team. And now that Sammy has joined us, it's been better then ever. I finally feel a part of something. I actually feel like I'm helping, that I'm saving lives.

I was sick of this. Talking about my father made me angry and I just wanted to be alone, not yelled at. I turned to make my way out of the car and opened the door.

But Dean quickly grabbed my arm stopping me from going anywhere, "Where the hell do you think you're going?", He yelled, pushing me back into my seat roughly. "First of all, watch your mouth. Second, Dads coming back and when he does he's going to be pissed when he finds out you didn't graduate. And guess who he's going to blame, me! So quit being a wise-ass and start focusing. You're going to do math, and you're going to graduate. Do I make myself clear?"

I groaned and crossed my arms angrily as I stared out the car window, not wanting to face him. I hate this! Why does he like to make my life more difficult than it already is? Now I have to face Mr Donovict again.

"Do I make myself clear?", Dean repeated but with even more anger in his tone, if it was even possible.

"Crystal", I muttered still staring out the window agitated, my shoulders tense as I crossed my arms tightly in anger.

"Good", he growled, finally turning on the ignition and switching on the stereo to full volume, eliminating the heated silence that was going to happen the whole ride home.

Writer's Note:

Ello!

Sorry for the short chapter. I've been busy lately so I haven't had the time to write much.

Anyways, please leave me some feedback and let me know what you think.
Do you think I'm portraying Sam and Dean's characters properly?

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Rose x.