A Day In The Life:
Jason groaned when his alarm went off. He rolled over and blindly groped at the air above his bedside table until he found the off-button.
He tiredly stumbled into the kitchen. Sam was already sat at the table eating. "Morning." He chuckled. For whatever reason, Sam had always found the fact that Jason was most certainly not a morning person hilarious. Jason grunted in response, walking over to the coffee machine, dragging his feet.
It was already half full. As much as Sam found it funny, he wanted to deal with an irritable Jason for the least amount of time he could help. He pulled out a mug, slamming it down onto the counter and roughly pouring coffee into it. Some of it spilled over the edges but he took no heed. He'd clean it up later.
Jason then slid across the floor to the table and sat down opposite Sam. They sat in silence, Sam occasionally turning the page in the newspaper he was reading and Jason glaring into thin air. Jason set his empty mug down and slunk back out.
He arrived back in the kitchen a couple of minutes later, fully dressed. It reminded Sam of Dean. The black t-shirt, the faded jeans, the boots, he even wore the same leather jacket. It fit him much better than when Dean had first given it to him. He was actually taller than Dean now and only an inch or so shorter than Sam. Jason ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his jacket. The almost luminous white streak in his hair was far longer than the rest of his hair was, so hung slightly down his forehead. The Colonel trailed in behind him.
"Mornin' Sam." Jason yawned.
"Morning, Jace."
He reached into the cupboard and brought out a dog bowl and a small plastic zip-lock bag filled with dog food. He emptied the bag into the bowl and placed it onto the floor. The Colonel began to wolf down his food whilst Jason pulled a bowl and a cereal box. He grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and placed it into the bowl.
He placed them down on the table as he walked over to the fridge. He rather ungraciously sat back down at the table with the carton of milk.
It still surprised Sam how much Jason could eat. He got through four bowls and at least one cup of coffee with each.
He dumped his bowl and mug into the sink and cleared everything else
away. Sam followed him out of the kitchen. Jason's high school was a good few miles away and, despite Jason being able to drive, Sam still drove him. On the occasions where Sam was on a hunt, Kevin or Charlie would drive him.
The school day had gone like it did every day. Contrary to what Sam had expected, Jason loved school. Or, rather, he loved learning. His favourite subject was English Literature. He did well in all of his subjects, of course, but English was where he really excelled.
He had settled incredibly well. He was well liked, which wasn't much of a surprise. Despite his rather intimidating appearance, Jason Todd had a heart of gold. He rarely, if ever, got into trouble. Sam and Dean had been called into his school once. They had been more proud than angry when they realised why. Jason had punched a boy in the face for harassing a girl. They had both stormed into the head's office. The boy was sitting with his parents, sporting a rather large black eye and nose bleed. Jason looked like he regretted absolutely nothing and the girl was glancing at him smiling slightly. The most amusing part of this story was that Jason was still tiny when this happened and the boy in question, was at least six foot and on the football team.
Once the issue had been dealt with, Jason and the boy had both been suspended for the week. Outside the principal's office, the girl had thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. Sam and Dean had teased him all the way home, but not before they stopped for ice cream.
Jason smiled as he recalled the memory. The school bell echoed behind him as he made his way into the parking lot. His eyes scanned the cars until they settled on the one he was looking for. A wicked smile spread across his face as an idea filled his mind.
Dean shrieked when Jason's hands hit the glass on the passenger side. He cackled as he slid in. Dean smacked the back of his head as the car pulled out. "You nearly gave me a heart attack. I'm telling you, I'm too damn old to be scared like this. My heart could give out any damn time."
"You drama queen. You're barely forty." Jason deadpanned. "If anything else kills you, it ain't gonna be a heart attack. You'll probably die doing some stupid crap."
"I like the sound of that." Dean grinned. "So, what do you want today, ice cream or pie?"
"Both."
"Right answer."