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Alexis Winchester
Chapter 14 – After School Special
It was a week later and we were in Sioux City, Indiana investigating the 'mysterious' death of a senior student named Taylor, at Truman High School. Another girl at the school, April, had smashed Taylor's head against the mirror in the girl's bathroom and then drowned her in the toilet. How was this case for us? I didn't think it was, but Sam was convinced something was up so he was in the mental ward speaking to April, while Dean and I waited in the Impala.
Honestly, I thought Sam wanted this case because he and Dean had attended Truman High back in 97', but I wasn't exactly sure why Sam wanted to come back. He had offered to interview April and I was glad he did; this way I wouldn't have to explain to Sam why I didn't want to step foot inside the crazy bin. It was a shame really; I used to love hospitals before. They were so clean, the hospital gowns were so light and there was a point in time I desperately wanted to try on strait jacket and bounce around in a padded room. Not anymore.
I was lying down in the backseat with my feet out the window and Dean was sitting up the front. We were keeping ourselves busy while Sam did the hard work.
"Rocky?" Dean asked me.
"Easy, one, two, three, Balboa, four, five." I answered. "You?" I asked in return.
"One, four, two, Balboa, three, five." he replied. I sat up and glared at him.
"Why? Why on earth would you put four second and Balboa before three?" I asked horrified. "You just want to watch the world burn, don't you?"
He turned his head back to look at me like I was the one spewing crazy from my mouth.
"Four because Apollo is killed by Ivan and Rocky takes revenge… and Balboa because he makes a comeback in his old age. It's God-like. Your order is the one that's screwed up." He directed at me.
"No," I said exasperated, "three before Balboa because Apollo trains Rocky and four towards the end because he's training in Russia against a drug-induced freak… and Apollo dies!" I argued.
"That makes it epic and original!" He exclaimed.
"Not as original as Mr. T!"
We both froze and I contemplated jumping to the front and attempting to pin Dean down for his bad taste in ranking movies but he gave me a look saying I was doomed if I tried.
"You're injured enough as it is." He warned me. I sighed and slumped back in my seat. It was true, out of the three of us; I had copped the most injuries over the last two weeks.
Sam had a few cuts and bruises and Dean's injuries were a little more severe after the boy who lived in the walls attacked him but me on the other hand… I was getting the worst of it.
I still had the cuts and bruises from when the house exploded in Peaceful Valley, I had the dark bruises on my stomach, back and inner arms, – we still didn't know from where - I had the burn from the bracelet, I had the cut from Dean prying the bracelet off and I had the bite on my elbow from the crazy girl.
Usually Dean would have reluctantly dropped me at Bobby's so I could get some rest and heal but he wasn't risking it this time. He hadn't said anything to me but I knew he didn't want me out of his sight. I really hated myself for making him feel that way. It's not that he didn't trust me; he was more worried I'd be tricked into doing something stupid and paying with my life.
Or maybe he didn't trust me… I wasn't sure. We didn't talk about it and I preferred it like that at the moment. Right now I was more than happy just being in Dean's company. With every passing day I realized how much I had actually missed my brothers.
Sometimes they would be standing inches away from me and then I'd remember my time away from them. My heart rate would increase and I'd panic slightly at the thought of being separated again. It was during those times I'd playfully push them, just so I could feel that they were still there with me.
"Any word from Bobby?" Dean brought me out of my thoughts. I looked to him and shook my head.
"Nothing important. He still hasn't figured out what the bracelet actually does, he doesn't have any leads on Anna and her rebels, he hasn't heard from Cas and Uriel has been keeping his distance. It's all at a standstill." I replied.
Dean nodded in response and ducked his head so he could see out Sam's window. Sasquatch was taking his pretty little time.
My arm was hanging off the side of the seat and I felt an open bag of skittles sitting on Sam's duffel. I took out a skittle and threw it at the side of Dean's face.
He turned swiftly and caught it in his mouth. I growled at him and he smiled.
"Don't hate the player, hate the game." He said as he stuck his arm out to me. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me upright just as Sam opened the passenger door and sat down. He still had his white orderly's uniform on underneath his jacket.
"So?" Dean asked. Sam sighed.
"I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically - kind of sounds like demonic possession to me."
"Kind of?" I asked. Dean expression mirrored mine. I didn't want to hunt a high school based off 'kind of'.
"She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur." He explained. Maybe it was a hex or a poltergeist.
"Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious." Dean offered. He was right about that, high school had been one of the most dangerous places I had ever been. There was bitching, scandals, bullying, illicit drugs, drink-driving… the works.
"Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school." Sam suggested. Dean contemplated that for a moment.
I knew Sam wanted to go back but now I'd have to figure out why. I never attended Truman High so I didn't know why this place made Dean so miserable and Sam kind of giddy. Instead of snooping on my brothers, I had been ten years old and happily skipping rope.
"Right. The school." Dean said placidly. Sam noticed the strange look on Dean's face.
"What?" he asked.
"Truman High, home of the Bombers." Dean almost sang. Sam looked indifferent.
"What's your point?" he asked Dean
"Yeah, what is your point?" I interjected cutting Dean off before he could answer. He glared at me for the interruption and I smiled cheekily back at him
"I mean, we went there, like... for a month a million years ago. Why are you so jazzed to go back?" he laughed lightly.
"I'm not. I just think it's worth looking into." Sam defended himself. I leaned over the seats and popped my head between the two of them.
"You sure it's not because you're infected with hepatitis nerd?" I directed at Sam. He stared at me and shook his head at me.
"Do you ever shut up?"
"What do you think Sammy?" I replied smiling.
"You're having one of those days, aren't you?" he asked exasperated. I winked in response and sat back down. Dean smirked at me and then looked back at Sam.
"All right, well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?" he inquired.
"Don't worry. I got an idea." Sam replied looking pleased with himself.
"Okay." Dean started the car and drove forward. I was excited about going back to school and even more excited about visiting Sam and Dean's old high school. I remembered wanting to follow Sam in when we first got here in 97'.
Truman High School - November, 1997
I was ten years old and sitting in the back of the Impala as dad pulled up to the high school. Dean got out from the passenger seat and Sam held the door open for me as I jumped out.
"Thanks, Dad." Dean called to dad as we walked away. Dean was going to drop me at the primary school before heading off to class which he would probably end up skipping. The kids here were huge. I looked up at them as the brushed past me and Dean put an arm on my shoulder pulling me closer to him so I didn't get lost.
"Got your lunch? Books? Butterfly knife?" he asked Sam. Sam had his head down and was walking alongside us.
"Yeah, Dean." He replied. He didn't seem very enthused.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"Sure." Sam replied looking to side.
"Sammy..." Dean half asked while stepping in front of Sam and stopping him in his tracks. I kept walking, leaving Dean behind me but I felt his hand grab my backpack, stopping me from going any further.
"I mean, look, this is the third school we've been to this year, and it's only November. I'm just sick of always being the new kid." Sam explained his sour mood. Dean listened and nodded in response.
"You'll be fine. If anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know." He told Sam, who rolled his eyes instead. I moved in front of Dean and he placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Yeah Sammy, you tell us. I'll be here before you know it." I informed him. Dean chuckled from above and Sam cracked a small smile.
"Sure you will ankle-biter." Dean kissed the top of my head and then looked back to Sammy. "Relax. Dad said this hunt will take him two weeks, tops. As soon as he gets back, we're out of here." Dean reassured him.
"To another school. Awesome." Sam replied dryly. He walked past us and to the entrance. I turned around and squinted up at Dean.
"Sammy's not happy Dean." I informed him like he didn't already know. He looked down at me and smiled.
"I know kiddo." He replied. I stared at him for a little longer.
"Well, fix it Dean." I told him like it was the most obvious solution known to man. He looked amused and pulled me forward.
"You know all the answers, don't you?" he joked. I turned my head to see Sam's figure retreating into the dark abyss known as high school.
Present Day
When Sam said he had a plan, we didn't realize it was an unconventional plan. I walked into the girl's bathroom where April killed Taylor and searched the stalls for sulfur. There was nothing here. I turned to look at the newly replaced mirror on the wall and walked forward to the sink.
It had been a while since I dressed for school but the years had done me no damage. I was wearing black, tight denim jeans, a loose light-grey top and I had pulled my long, dark, curly hair into a messy bun keeping it out of the way. I smiled at myself, enjoying the fact that I could dress up for something so menial.
Although I was twenty-one, I had always looked younger than I actually was and so pulling of seventeen or eighteen was not difficult at all. I was going to attract some attention here.
I may not have been a 'fun blonde' but the reason I had guys chasing after me in high school and even still to date was because I had tanned skin with long dark curls, I was gifted with an hour glass figure and most importantly, I was confident. All together I was an exotic beauty who slipped into people's lives for two weeks and then disappeared. It was all very appealing.
My healthy eating and strict fitness regime is what had given me my flawless skin – minus any scars I had from hunting - and healthy figure so it wasn't difficult to figure out I was beautiful. My mistake, everyone is beautiful, but I was perceived as attractive. I wasn't ashamed to say it and I didn't feel the need to fish for compliments.
I had Dean to thank for that. He figured out pretty early in my life that there were disadvantages to being a woman and so he pushed for me to express my opinion, be confident and become the outspoken person I was today. Dean didn't order me around as a child like he did Sam, nor did he make me follow Dad's orders. He knew if I was suppressed like that from a young age, when I grew older, I'd be an insecure woman who would seek attention from the wrong people.
Dean had gotten in right.
Luckily, Sam and Dean weren't going to be near me today so I wouldn't have to worry about them pounding any horny teenage boys into pulp. They knew I was capable of taking care of myself, but they weren't fond of the idea of boys hovering around me. I thought it was a fair call because I got super agitated when I saw easy girls trying to claw at Sam or Dean, so why wouldn't it work the other way around.
I left the bathroom and walked to my first class, English. As I entered the class, I was forced to dodge a paper ball aimed at the bin. The next task was to find an empty seat. There was one up the front next to a ginger girl with freckles and there was another in the second row from the back, in-between a tall, lanky dark-haired boy and a cheerleader blonde.
As I emerged from the corner of the room, eyes started focusing on me but I ignored their looks. I walked down the middle column and a golden-haired jock pushed his other jock friend out of the seat behind him. He put a hand back on the desk and smiled at me.
"Care to join us?" he asked smoothly. His friend clenched his teeth and sat in the seat I was going to take in the second last row. I guess I couldn't walk back to the front row now.
"Sure." I flashed my prize winning Winchester smile at him and took the seat behind him. As I sat down, I got dirty looks from two of the cheerleaders. I sighed quietly, looking at my desk… this was too cliché. The golden-haired boy turned around to face me.
"My name's Kade, welcome to Truman High." He gestured to the school and then stuck his hand out to me. I shook it to be polite and tried to ignore all his friends staring at me. He held my hand when I began pulling it away.
"Smooth hands." He complimented before letting go.
"Smooth lines." I replied. He laughed and nodded in approval.
"So you noticed…" he noted. The red head sitting to the left of him was burning my skull with her glare.
"It's hard not too, you were trying so hard." I replied casually. His jock friends laughed and oddly, Kade wasn't offended. He pointed to his friends.
"This is James," he pointed to kid whose seat I was sitting in, "Ashley," he pointed to the blonde to the left of me, who smiled with contempt, "Ally," he gestured to the red head, "Michael," he pointed to dark haired, prince-like, model on my right, "and Benji." He pointed to blonde jock sitting next to him.
"Hey." I nodded politely, "I'm Alexis. Quite a gang you have here."
James leaned forward with a grin on his face.
"We rule the school baby, stick with us and you will too." He jeered.
"Are you boys enjoying your new toy?" Ashley spat. They went silent. She was staring at me with such hate. I made a decision.
"I'll be here for a few days," I said to her, "don't let me get in the way." I winked at her, got up and walked to the desk next the ginger just as the teacher walked in.
Wow. The bullshit that was pouring out of their mouths seemed surreal to me. No wonder Taylor was dead. If this was the kind of crap that was circulating around school, I'd want to kill someone too. I did not want to deal with that kind of drama here. It was too much stress for my frail mind, a mind which was only equipped to deal with emotional Sam and Dean.
"Hey." I whispered to the ginger.
"Hey." She replied quietly and kept her eyes on the desk.
"My name's Alexis, but I usually go by Lex." I introduced myself. She glanced up at me and I smiled at her.
"Matilda." She said quietly.
"Matilda." I repeated. "That's a pretty name." This time she looked up at me properly.
"Thanks." She said and produced a tiny smile. The English teacher began teaching her class and I fell into the routine of taking notes, generally interested in what she was saying. I wasn't as bad as Sammy, but I was a nerd at heart too.
As soon as the bell rang I rushed out of class and made my way to the gym for period two. I didn't have gym but I had to see Dean in action. It took me a while to get there and when I finally did find the damn place, I slipped in quietly and stood against the wall next to the door.
When my eyes found Dean, I almost did a double take. I left Dean in the morning wearing a full, red, 'Truman High' tracksuit which made him look neat and normal. Somewhere from the time I got out of the Impala to now, the devil himself had risen from hell and presented Dean with new attire.
He was still wearing the white 'Truman High' shirt but instead of track pants he was wearing a pair of very tight red shorts. I'm sure those shorts broke some sort of sexual harassment rule and I doubted he'd be able to run in them… or at least run effectively. To top it off, someone very cruel had handed Dean a red sports sweat band which he was wearing along with long white socks. It looked like he had been picked out of a 60's sporting catalogue and dropped in the gym to teach these poor students.
The kids were already lined up but Dean blew the whistle anyway. Then he began pacing in front of them.
"Today, you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning." I smiled at his speech. "A game with one simple rule..." he picked up a red ball from the pile. "dodge."
Then he threw the same ball at the kid standing in front of him. It hit him in the stomach, hard, and the poor guy buckled over in pain. If it was me, I would have dodged, but that was only because I knew Dean… the poor kids had no idea what they were in for.
"Sorry." Dean stated. He still had his macho complex running and to me, he still looked like an idiot.
"Uh, Substitute Coach Roth..." A chubby Asian kid put his hand up and addressed Dean.
"Yes?" Dean walked over to him.
"Ms. Boudreaux never let us play dodge ball." He looked like a soft kid and that was heightened with his thick accent.
"Well, Ms. B's in Massachusetts getting married, so we're playing." Dean informed him, smiling.
"She says it's dangerous." Dean blew his whistle with narrowed eyes.
"Take a lap!" he yelled to the kid who jumped in surprise at the whistle.
"But-" he tried again. Dean blew the whistle again and the poor kid began running. The door opened next to me and Sam walked through wearing the janitor's jumpsuit. Dean looked up and finally noticed I was here now that Sam had entered the gym.
"Why aren't you in class?" Sam asked me. I grinned at him and I pointed to Dean as he threw the bag of balls to class.
"Go nuts." He said as walked towards us.
"And miss this? No way." I laughed lightly as Dean approached.
"Having fun?" Sam asked Dean. Dean proudly held up the whistle like it was his most prized possession.
"The whistle makes me their God." He stated slowly and clearly like it was going to take time for Sam and I to take it in. I raised my eyebrows at Sam and suppressed a smile.
"Right. Nice shorts." He glanced down at Dean's shorts. I couldn't help it, I had to smile.
"What happened to you?" I asked tragically and barely holding in my laughter. Dean looked at me confused.
"What?" he asked.
"Of all the things you have done Dean, those shorts are the worst." I informed him. Sam chuckled and Dean ignored me with grace.
"Find anything?" he asked us both.
"I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur." Sam replied. Damn it.
"Nothing in the bathrooms." I added.
"No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case." Dean was talking to the both of us but my attention was caught by the kids playing dodge ball.
"I don't know. Maybe I was wrong." Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, it happens to the best of us. I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch - it's sloppy-joe day." Dean added quickly. I watched a ball fly directly at the chubby kid's face… he didn't dodge.
"Ohh!" he yelled. Both Sam and I winced; it looked painful. Dean turned around and we watched the kid run by us holding his nose.
"Good hustle, Colby! Walk it off!" Dean yelled at Colby's retreating figure. He had a tough expression on until he looked at us, then he smiled sheepishly. Sam rolled his eyes, turned and left but I looked to Dean.
"I have gym later in the day, look out for me?" I asked.
"Always do." He replied. I smiled as I turned to leave.
"And burn those shorts." I called out as I walked away still amused.
I got to period two a little late but it was brushed off because I was new. I had biology in the science labs and judging from what everyone else was doing, we were supposed to be pouring sulfuric acid on blended green vegetables. I had just completed a degree in science so I was pretty sure I'd catch on fairly quickly.
I was paired up with Matilda and we set to work quietly. I was planning on asking her about Taylor's death but then I caught wind of the conversation going on next to me.
"Hey, I need to copy your algebra homework again." It was a jock and he was hissing at his lab partner, who was not paying attention but instead staring off into the distance. The jock hit the boy to get his attention. "Hey!" he whispered louder.
The other boy looked up without emotion.
"Why? Cause you're a stupid, brain-dead dick?" he asked. I stopped my mouth from falling open. Wow, he was a gutsy kid and I praised him for that. The jock looked taken aback. When the other boy turned on the Cuisinart, the anger returned to the jock's face.
"I'm gonna shove my fist down your throat, you little freak." He threatened. The boy looked down at the jock's hand and then back up at the boy.
"That fist?" he asked, slightly timidly.
"Yeah." The jock replied, happy that his threat had made an impact. I looked carefully at his face; I was going to need to remember who he was when I kicked his ass later.
Before I knew it, the boy had grabbed the jock's hand and pushed it into the open Cuisinart. His fingers sliced up in an instant, the blood splattered everywhere and the jock was screaming. I stood in shock for a moment just as the teacher pushed through and shoved the boy out of the way. The rest of the kids were screaming and fleeing the classroom.
The teacher put a cloth on the boy's hand and ran him out of the room. I looked to the door and saw Sam make his way in with a shocked face. The room was empty and we both turned to look at the boy. He wobbled, then his knees buckled and he was on the floor. We ran forward and crouched down next to him.
"What happened?" he asked looking at his bloodied hands. I looked to Sam, who pointed to the boy's ear. Oozing out was black goo… ectoplasm.
The teachers had assembled the kids who were in the biology class in one room so they could get an honest story about the incident while it was fresh in everyone's mind. They were a miserable bunch, some sobbing, others staring into space and the exceptional few who were re-enacting the event.
I sat beside Matilda and offered her silent support as she tried to hide the blood stains on her shirt. Unfortunately she had been standing in the splash zone. They were about to lead us into a non-violence assembly so I looked for a quick escape. I slipped out and headed in the opposite direction to the gym. I must have walked twenty steps before someone pulled me from behind. I expected it to be Sam or Dean and was generally surprised to see Kade instead. He watched me in concern.
"Where are you going?" he asked. I racked my brain for a logical response. I decided to play the emotionally distraught card.
"I just wanted to be alone." I told him. He sighed.
"Pretty tough first day… we're not like this all the time you know." He joked.
"Just on days with new students?" I asked and he smiled.
"Yeah, it's kind of a welcoming ritual." I laughed lightly and then stopped. A kid just lost his hand, I shouldn't be laughing. Kade moved closer to me.
"Hey, hey." He said quietly as he placed his hand on my neck and moved in close. He was a head taller than me and his stance was very intimate, especially since my back was pressed up against the lockers. I did not want to kiss this boy although the comforting thought behind the gesture was nice.
I gently pushed him back. All it did was stop him from moving in for a kiss but he still kept the gap between us to minimum.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly. I smiled at him. What's wrong? There was a lot wrong with this picture.
"We just met, like two hours ago." I pointed out. He laughed lightly, then took one of his hands and found the pin which was holding my hair in a bun. He pulled it out and let my long dark curls cascade around my face.
"Well, where have you been my whole life then?" he asked quietly. He moved in for a kiss. I looked for a quick escape.
Suddenly Kade flew backwards and landed sprawled on the floor with someone standing over him.
Dean.
Dean
"How's the nonviolence assembly going?" Sam asked me as I left the gym and met with him in halls. I was surprised Lex wasn't with him. I had kept my eye out for her while I was in the gym but she must have skipped the assembly. I didn't blame her; she preferred to express her anger in the form of killing so the school's message would be lost to her.
"Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a 'healthy display of anger.' So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?" I asked Sam as we walked down the hall.
"Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit. It's got to be ghost possession." Sam looked sure. Demon possessions we dealt with all the time, ghost possession, not so much.
"Yeah, but that's pretty rare." I pointed out.
"Yeah, but it happens. I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body." Sam explained.
"All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?" I asked, briefly looking up at the ceiling.
"Yeah, but where? I mean, there's no EMF. Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something." Sam suggested but little did he know I'd already done the research. I went to pull the sheets out of my pocket.
"Way ahead of you. I had to break into the principal's office to get this. Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal. Guess which ones." I grinned at Sam just thinking about them. He rolled his eyes.
"No." he refused to play along. I unfolded the sheets and read through them.
"So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook." Sam snatched the paper away. "What?" I asked. Sam sighed.
"I knew him. How did he die?" Sam explained. I looked at him confused. How did he know this guy? Better yet, how did he remember this guy?
"He slit his wrists in the first-floor girls' bathroom." I told Sam. Now the case was making a little more sense.
"That's where-" Sam started.
"Right where the chick got swirleyed to death, exactly. So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?" I asked. If that was the case then Lex was safe, she had all the charms she needed to avoid possession.
"And using them to go after bullies, yeah." Sam said, his eyes still on the records. I looked past him and noticed two students in the distance.
They were leaning against the lockers and the guy, who looked athletic, was about to lay his moves on the girl but she pushed him away slightly. She was a shy one, but if she was with a jock, he'd definitely get his way. I pointed them out to Sam and grinned as we got a little closer. Sam narrowed his eyes. I sighed… couldn't the guy just enjoy life a little? We were watching an expression of young love or more like young lust.
The guy pulled the girls hair out of her bun and I stopped in my tracks. Sam stopped too, ducked his head forward and squinted a little. That hair… I knew that hair.
I woke up some mornings with that hair in my face. Then it sunk in and I saw red.
"Is that…" Sam started asking. Yeah, it was.
I was about to murder someone. Screw the poltergeist. There were more important things I had to take care of, like perverted, horny teens who were forcing themselves on my sister. I moved forward at a deadly speed with Sam right behind me. I was next to the jock in an instance, I grabbed his jacket and flung him back just as he moved in towards Lex.
I was about to break my cover. I stood over him, ready to beat the little shit till he didn't remember his own name.
Alexis
"Dean!" I called out to him. He was angry… oh he was very, very, angry. Sam stood beside me, breathing loudly in anger, waiting to see what Dean would do. I knew Sam wouldn't stop him. He had the self-control not to lash out Kade but that didn't mean he was going to stop Dean from teaching Kade a lesson.
Dean grabbed Kade's jacket with one hand, pulled him up, shoved him inside the cleaner's closet and shut the door. He let his forehead lean on the door and then very slowly turned around. He was in my face in the blink of an eye.
I put my hands up defensively.
"Nothing happened." I said quickly watching the anger in his eyes.
"Because we stopped it." Sam said to me from beside Dean. It was me against them now.
"Why is he in the closet? Just send him to the assembly." I suggested. Dean was still towering over me and glaring in silence.
"He wasn't that interested in the assembly before…" Dean shot at me.
"He caught me sneaking away and wanted to know if I was okay." I explained. Dean gritted his teeth.
"And what, he thought he'd find the answer in your mouth?" Dean growled. I put my hand on Dean's arm. Maybe if I convinced them that Kade was only doing things in my best interest…
"He was trying to comfort me. I had just seen someone's hand get sliced off." I reasoned. Dean nodded in agreement.
"Comfort you. Right, well why don't I just go and comfort him." He pulled out his switch blade and headed for the closet door. My eyes went wide. I rushed forward and pulled Dean back.
"No." I stood between him and the door. Dean looked shocked.
"What, you're defending this prick?" he asked disbelievingly. Now he looked angry and hurt.
"Dean," I smiled at him, "He didn't do anything. I promise you, I'd tell you if I needed you. I had everything under control." I reassured him.
It wasn't the complete truth but I think Dean thought I was being overpowered here. Logically he should know that would never happen, I'd always find a way to slip out, but I guess rationality disappears when you see your younger sister in such a situation.
His anger diffused slightly and Sam walked to the door.
Shit. I didn't think I'd have to show Sam reason. He pulled out Kade and held him up by his jacket.
"You walk straight to the gym, you don't turn back, you don't tell anyone what just happened and you don't even think about going near her again." Sam threatened calmly. Kade, for lack of better words, was shitting himself. "Or I will find you and I will string you up by your balls." Sam dropped Kade to the ground. He stumbled to his feet and took off running to the gym.
My brothers turned to me and I shook my head in disbelief.
"I can handle my own. Both of you know that." I smiled disbelievingly and confused. Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and Sam raised his eyebrows.
"He was on you and you… you pushed… and then he came back." Dean paused. "It's all very confusing from a distance." He said frowning. I smirked and shook my head at him. What would I do without Dean?
"Well now you know how I felt when I first saw you with Cassie. She looked like a Wendigo and she was eating your face." I remarked. It was no secret I hated Cassie and one our first encounters had been me pulling a gun on her while she was in bed with Dean. Her hair made me all kinds of confused so it really wasn't my fault.
Sam laughed out right but Dean gave me an evil look. Then he pointed to my top.
"Are you bleeding?" he asked. I looked down and saw the jock's blood on me.
"Ugh, it's from the guy who no longer has a hand… he was only a few feet away from me when it happened." I replied. Dean's eyes widened.
"Did you see anything strange before it happened?" he asked intrigued. I looked to Sam instead.
"Well, the kid who did it, the one with the ectoplasm," I pointed to my own ear, "he was really mono-tone before that, kind of like he was in a trance. The jock was bullying him; forcing him to hand over his homework so he could copy it. Then the guy snapped, he called the jock a 'brain-dead dick,'" Dean and I smiled at that, "then he grabbed his hand and shoved it in. Just…" I mimicked a nuclear explosion. "Everywhere."
"Well that makes more sense now." Sam said to himself.
"Huh?" I asked. What was I missing? Sam looked to me and remembered I still wasn't filled in.
"Oh, Barry Cook." He handed me a sheet of paper with a medical report on a death that occurred in the school. "I knew him when we came here. He killed himself in the girl's bathroom," Sam paused and I raised my eyebrows. Girl's bathroom… now we were getting somewhere. "We think he's possessing the nerds and going for the bullies." Sam explained.
"Well, does that sound like Barry's M.O.?" Dean asked. Sam frowned and stayed silent for a while.
"Barry had a hard time." He said slowly. I looked at Dean and neither of us wanted to push it with Sam.
"Okay, salt and burn tonight?" I asked Sam. He broke out of his thoughts and looked at us.
"Sure." He sighed.
It was past midnight and we were at Barry's grave. I was sitting on the hood of the Impala while Sam salted and fueled Barry's bones. Dean threw in the lit match and we watched Barry go up in flames. Dean handed me the shovels and I packed them in the trunk.
"So long, Barry Cook." Dean said as he shut the trunk. Sam didn't look himself. After we were driving for about five minutes, Dean decided to break the silence in the car.
"You all right?" he asked Sam.
"Barry was my friend. I just burned his bones." Sam replied. I stared out the window at the rain thinking about Barry; trying to put a personality to the name.
"Well, he's at peace now, Sam." Dean attempted to make Sam feel better.
"I mean, if Dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?" he said helplessly. I leaned forward and put my arms around Sam's neck from behind. Dean glanced at me and then looked to Sam.
"You read the coroner's report same as me. Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out. It was tragic, but it's not your fault." Dean reassured Sam.
"I'm sorry Sam." I said quietly. I kissed him on the cheek and rested the side of my face against his. I understood Sam's pain. That helplessness is what we both felt when Dean made that deal. It's what Dean and I felt when we watched that blade enter Sam's spine. It what we felt when that hellhound ripped Dean open and dragged him to hell.
"To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school." Dean remarked. I still didn't know why he hated the school and I had a feeling I'd never know.
"It wasn't all bad." Sam recalled. Dean chuckled humorlessly.
"How can you say that after what happened to you?" he asked. I remembered what Dean was referring to. Sam didn't have the easiest time at Truman either.
Truman High School - November, 1997
Although Truman High and Truman Primary were separated, their fields were connected. I was on the monkey bars, or something of the sort, when I looked over to football field. My eyes caught Sam sitting on the bleachers and Dean pacing in front of him. I dropped from wherever I was and started running towards them. I didn't like that school kept me apart from them for six to seven hours a day. As I got closer, their conversation became clearer.
"That kid's dead." Dean stated.
"Dean." Sam said warily. He noticed me bounding towards them smiling and smiled back.
"I'm gonna rip his lungs out!" Dean yelled.
"Dean!" I was close enough now. Dean turned his head and saw me. He turned around, smiled and opened his arms. I came barreling into him and he lifted me up in his embrace. I hugged him tight.
"Hey there ankle-biter."
"Hi!" I rested my head on his shoulder. I loved the smell of his jacket. He put me down and kept his hand on my shoulder. I pulled away and climbed the bleachers so I could sit with Sam.
"Hey Sammy."
He smiled at me.
"Hey Lexie."
I noticed a cut near his lip and I frowned.
"What happened?" I asked. He didn't respond so I looked to Dean.
"Sam got beaten up by some kid in his year." Dean explained to me, still pacing in anger. My eyes widened. I had never seen anyone beat Sammy in a fight except Dean or Dad. Sam was so good at fighting!
"No!" I gasped at Sam.
"It's not a big deal." Sam said quietly.
"Not a big deal? Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here-" Dean started.
"He's not." Sam pointed out.
"Well, I am! And as soon I'm finished with that dick-" Dean threatened.
"Shut up, okay?! I don't need your help." He told Dean who paused for a moment.
"That's right, you don't. You could have torn him apart. So why didn't you?" he asked. Sam looked down, trying to phrase his answer correctly.
"Because I don't want to be the freak for once, Dean. I want to be normal." He explained.
I was normal and I didn't get beaten up. And if I did, Dean would make sure whoever did it… disappeared.
"So taking a beating - that's normal?" Dean asked with his eyebrows raised. Sam didn't have an answer.
"Any word from Dad?" Sam asked. Dean's face changed to an expression of disappointment. He pulled out his phone from his jacket and checked for any calls.
"He called this morning, said he's going to be another week at least. We weren't supposed to be here this long." He complained.
"At least you've got Amanda. She's cool." Sam said. I smiled. I liked Amanda, she was nice.
"I like Amanda," I said, "she's nice." I echoed my thoughts. Dean looked uncomfortable.
"She wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents." Dean stated.
The bell rang and I stood up. Dean put out his hands and I reached for him. He pulled me off the bleachers and placed me on the ground.
"Better run back to your side Lex." He said as he let go. I didn't wait to say goodbye but rather yelled it back to them as I sprinted off to class. If I was fast, the teachers wouldn't even know I had visited the fields.
Present Day
Dean pulled up to the entrance of Truman High. Sam wanted to go back and speak to a teacher named Mr. Wyatt. I had a feeling Sam was reliving some monumental moment in his life, possibly one that led him to attend college. Unlike Dean, I had gone to college but it was all online. I had a degree in science and if this world ever cleaned itself up, I could put that degree to use. The whole college experience was a lot more important to Sam though and I believed it was because he met Jess there. I wish I'd had the chance to get to know her, she seemed awesome.
"We came back here so you could talk to a teacher?" Dean queried sarcastically. I shot him a dirty look.
"He's a good guy." Sam justified.
"Well, whatever. Go have your Robin Williams 'O captain! My captain!' moment. Just make it quick." He said as he turned on the radio. Sam got up and left. Once he was out of ear shot I leaned over the seat and shut the radio off glaring at Dean.
"You're a real ass sometimes you know that." I hissed at him. He turned around confused… and angry that I had touched the radio.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Education is important to Sam. If he wants to go talk to a long lost teacher, you should be more sensitive about it." I said angrily.
"Hey, we're here aren't we?" he raised an eyebrow like he had done Sam a huge favor. I rolled my eyes and opened the back door.
"You don't have to be a dick about it." I told him as I shut the door. Dean turned, surprised as to why I was getting out.
"Where are you going?" he asked as I walked away.
"To support Sam." I shot at him and I walked into the school. I followed the stairs to where I remembered Sam pointing out his class. I turned the corner in time to see a teenage girl stab Sam in the chest with a pair of scissors.
What the fuck?
"Sammy!" I yelled and started running towards him.
"You got tall, Winchester." She said before kicking Sam in the nuts and then in the face. Sam fell instantly. I jumped on the bitch from behind but she was expecting me. She twisted around, stabbed my side and threw me into one of the locker bays. Sam was still on the floor and the girl was getting closer.
I saw ectoplasm drip from her mouth and I pushed myself up. She reached out for Sam but he grabbed her instead and shoved salt down her throat. Her body shook causing a black figure to rip itself away from the girl and shoot up into the wall, disappearing from sight. The girl collapsed in Sam's arms and he sat back holding her tightly to his chest. I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial. I pulled myself to the window, holding my bleeding wound with my other hand and looked down at the Impala. I saw Dean pick up his phone.
"Calling to apologize?" he asked in a cocky tone.
"Dean." I croaked.
His face changed and his eyes shot up to the window I was at. He saw me leaning against it and he saw me holding my side. Then he was out of the car and in the building. It took him nine seconds to reach our floor and he rushed to Sam.
"I'm fine." He said whilst holding his wound and the girl. Dean grabbed the girl from him and placed her against the wall. He knelt in front of Sam and checked the wound. Sam's hands had his blood stained on them but since she hit his chest, the scissors didn't go in too deep. He motioned towards me and Dean turned to see me holding myself up.
My hands were covered in blood and Dean rushed to my side. He pressed his hands on the wound and held me up.
"Poltergeist is still here." I said weakly. I leaned into him and he kept his hand on the wound.
"I figured," he pulled me forward. "Let's get you patched up, come on."
It was two hours later and Dean had parked the car in the forest. He had stitched us both up and I swore the whole way through. He had to pinch my bruise in order to stick the needle in and it was not pleasant.
Dean brought out whiskey from the trunk. He handed it to Sam.
"Trust me. This will help." He directed to the both of us. Sam offered me the bottle but I refused. I didn't drink. "That ghost is dead. I'm gonna rip its lungs out!" Dean yelled pacing in front of us. Sam and I looked up at him. "Well, you know what I mean." He said continuing his pacing.
"It knew my name, Dean. My real name. We burned Barry's bones. What the hell?" Sam said with a confused look. Dean had opened the file and was skimming through it.
"Well, maybe it wasn't Barry. Maybe we missed something. We just got to go back." He paused at a page and looked at it intently.
"What?" I asked while grimacing in pain.
"No way. How did we not see this before?" he walked over to us and handed us the file.
"What?" Sam asked, still not following.
"Check it out - Look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty - they rode the same bus." He pointed out.
"Okay, so maybe the bus is haunted." Sam stated the obvious.
"Well, that would explain why there's no EMF at the school, but not the attacks. I mean, ghosts are tied to the places that they haunt. They can't just bail." Dean complained. I got up and walked away from the car heading towards the water on the opposite side.
"Unless this one can." He paused and thought about it. "Dean, there's lore about spirits possessing people and riding them for miles, then whenever they leave the body, they're bungeed back to their usual haunt. But until then, the ghosts can go wherever they want." He reveled.
I crouched beside the water, out of Sam and Dean's sight, and lifted my top to see my wounds in the water's reflection. The bruises had gone darker again. What was going on?
"So a spook just grabs a kid on the bus and walks right into Truman?" Dean asked.
"It's possible." Sam replied. I sat down at the edge of the lake and leaned against the ground.
"Ghosts getting creative - well, that's super." Dean said as he pulled out another drink. "Care to join us?" He called to me from the car. I smiled to myself.
"That's the first thing Kade said to me." I called back. There was silence for a moment I knew Sam and Dean were trying to figure out who Kade was. "The guy who was with me at the lockers." I grinned imagining Dean's face.
"Don't even get me started on him." Dean growled. I got up and walked back over to them, ready to get moving again.
We were in the school bus searching for some sort of clue that would lead us to the ghost. Sam had his EMF reader out and it was buzzing like a bee.
"Definitely ain't clean." Sam called from the back. I was hanging off the front seat and looking under the rows of seats.
"Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Dean sang.
"Man, I don't get it. No one ever died on this bus, and it's not like there's a body hidden in here." Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, but a flap of skin, a hair, I mean, hell, a hangnail - something's got to be tying the ghost to this place. We just got to find it." Dean said as he moved past Sam.
"Maybe it's underneath." I suggested. "Don't move the bus." I called as I hopped outside and slid under the yellow vehicle. I searched the metal piping for something useful.
"Got a new driving permit. Issued two weeks ago." I heard Dean say from above.
"Just before the first attack." Sam confirmed.
"Yeah. Name of the bus driver is Dirk McGregor Sr., 39 North Central Avenue."
"McGregor?" Sam asked. I wriggled closer to the front of the bus, still searching the piping.
"Yeah. Why?" Dean asked.
"I knew his son." Sam replied. I stopped in my tracks. Jesus, Sam the social butterfly.
"Did you know everybody at this school?" Dean questioned skeptically. "Ankle-biter, we got a lead." He called me up. I rolled out and climbed onto the bus.
"McGregor." I repeated. "Didn't you fight him out the front?" I asked.
Sam nodded.
Truman High School - November, 1997
I was waiting for Sam and Dean out at the front of the school. The primary kids got let out ten minutes earlier and so I was sitting on the garden bed watching the cars drive by. The bell rang and kids began piling out. A bigger kid, who I later learnt was Dirk, came and pushed Sam's friend Barry to the ground. The group of kids around them seemed scared of Dirk and unsure of what to do. I saw Sam walk out a few seconds later and I grabbed my bag. Before he even looked in my direction he walked ahead to where Dirk was picking on Barry.
"Got to watch where you're going, man." Dirk said to Barry, who was on his knees. I hopped off the garden bed and walked to the circle.
"Leave him alone, Dirk." Sam defended Barry.
"You never learn, do you, midget?" Dirk threatened Sam. I narrowed my eyes. Sam held his hand out to Barry and helped him up.
"Get to the bus, Barry." He told him. Barry ran off and Sam walked past Dirk and towards me. Then Dirk pushed Sam onto the floor, at my feet. I bent down.
"Sammy?" I whispered. He kept his eyes on the ground but I could see he was getting mad.
"It's okay Lex, just stay back." He told me.
"What's the matter? You scared? Don't worry. I'll go easy on you this time. Come on, Lose-chester. Let's see what you got." I glared at Dirk but he brushed it off.
"Sammy, I'll fight him." I stated. Sam got up and put a restraining hand on my shoulder.
"Come on, freak! Freak!" Dirk yelled. Sam spun around and pushed Dirk hard. He stumbled back, surprised at Sam's strength. He swung at Sam but Sam ducked and jabbed Dirk in the gut. Dirk doubled over in pain. Sam stepped back into a fighting stance and Dirk swung again. Sam ducked this one too and then punched Dirk in the stomach, followed by knee in the gut.
The crowd was getting louder and Sam punched a hunched Dirk in the face. Once on the right, twice on the right and finally on the left. He kicked the back of Dirk's knee so he crumbled to the floor. Dirk looked up at Sam. I was glad this bully was getting what he deserved but I didn't like the helpless look on his face. Sam threw an uppercut causing Dirk to fall flat on his back. He walked over to Dirk and looked down at him.
"You're not tough. You're just a jerk. 'Dirk the jerk.'" He spat at Dirk. The crowd began chanting 'Dirk the jerk' excited over the events which had just unfolded. Embarrassed, Dirk picked himself up and hastily walked away from the crowd. Sam picked up his bag and grabbed my hand.
"Come on Lex." He said, leading me away from the commotion.
Present Day
Sam and Dean had gone to talk to Mr. McGregor in the day while I was keeping watch at school. They had learnt that Dirk came from a poor family, his father was working three jobs and his mother had cancer. Kids used to tease Dirk and after his mother passed, he turned to a life of drinking and drugs. It was no surprise that he died soon after that.
Mr. McGregor had Dirk cremated except for a lock of hair he kept in the bible on his bus. We we're heading to that bus tonight, before someone else died at Dirk's hand.
It was close to midnight and we were waiting for the bus to hit the road spikes we had planted. Sam had his gun cocked and was waiting in the trees alongside Dean and myself. The bus was flying down the road, and I was pretty certain Dirk was making an appearance tonight. The bus drove over the spikes and the tires went limp within seconds. The bus skidded to a halt and we waited quietly.
Slowly the driver emerged from the bus and waited by its side. He was waiting for us to show ourselves. Dean slipped behind the bus while Sam and I took the front. I kept hidden as Sam presented himself with his gun raised.
"Dirk!" Sam yelled at him. He turned his head to look at Sam.
"Winchester. What are you gonna do, shoot me?" Dirk sneered. Dean snuck up behind Dirk and wrapped the salt water soaked rope around him.
"Don't need to. That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere." I ran into the bus with Dean following closely behind.
"All right, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay." Dean reassured everybody. I looked around and saw Kade sitting towards the end of the bus. Oh shit. His eyes widened when he saw Dean and he sunk lower into his seat. I should probably apologize to him later. I shifted through the books, looking for the bible.
"Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?" one of the kids asked.
"Not really. I'm like '21 Jump Street.'" Dean paused and smiled. Nobody responded. "The bus driver sells pot. Yeah." He widened his eyes like he was shocked.
"It's not here Dean!" I said to him. He looked at me and then took the bible for himself. He shook it hard but nothing dropped out.
"It's not here!" Dean yelled to Sam. I started looking through the other books and Dean got off the bus to go help Sam.
"Where is it?" I heard Sam ask.
"No way you'll ever find it." Dirk replied. I watched them in the side mirror. Sam walked up to Dirk and placed the shotgun on his chest.
"Where is it?!" he yelled.
"Sam Winchester. Still a bully. You, you jocks... you popular kids... you always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you, I was just Dirk the jerk, right? Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you." Dirk threatened Sam. I was still checking the dashboard for the lock of hair.
"I'm not evil, Dirk. I'm not. And neither were you. Trust me. I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable, and we took it out on each other - us and everybody else. That's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that... you or Barry." Sam said. I could hear the pain in his voice.
"Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever." Dirk burst out of the ropes and started moving towards Sam in fury. Sam stepped back and shot Dirk in the chest twice. He fell back onto the road. I spun around and started looking in the seat for the lock of hair. The bullets would only keep him down for so long. Someone got out of their seat and walked towards me. I stood up, ready to tell them to calm down and that we had everything under control until I noticed the ectoplasm oozing from his nose.
"Surprise."
The new 'Dirk' grabbed my jacket and pulled me up so my legs were dangling. Then he flung me with full force, straight out of the bus. I skid across the asphalt and rolled into the long grass along the side of the road. Sam and Dean turned in time to see Dirk charge at Sam.
My face and arms were grazed and bleeding. I had pulled the stitch from yesterday as well and the force of my landing had probably given me a concussion. I couldn't lift myself up.
Sam grunted as Dirk sat on top of him and began throwing punches. Dean grabbed the gun and shot Dirk in the back but it didn't do much.
"Dean! Find the hair!" Sam yelled from beneath Dirk. I had to help them. I tried desperately to pull myself up and when I finally did, I staggered a few steps and fell onto my knees, clutching the wound where I was stabbed yesterday.
Dean was searching the bus driver.
"Hey, buddy, this isn't what it looks like." He joked. He pulled off the driver's shoe and found the hair. Dean fell back against the bus and took out his lighter. The world went hazy and I had trouble keeping things in focus. I heard a loud scream followed by a flash of light.
"Little help?" Sam gasped. Dean chuckled. The large jock had fallen on top of Sam.
"He's giving you the full cowgirl." Dean laughed. He got up and helped Sam push the guy off him. Sam continued to lie on the ground, catching his breath.
I pushed myself up and managed to stand. I was losing a lot of blood but I just pushed against the wound knowing I'd be okay. Hunched so I could keep the blood flow to a minimum, I slowly started walking over to my brothers. They were both panting and finally Dean turned around, his eyes searching for me.
"Lex?" he asked watching me.
"I'm good." I replied weakly. He started walking towards me anyway. Suddenly I couldn't hold myself up. My knees buckled and I fell.
"Alexis!" Dean ran towards me. He caught me just before my knees hit the ground and pulled me up. He got me to stand and I gripped Dean's jacket for support before my knees gave out again. Sam had run over and they each stood on either side of me, holding me up.
"I'm bleeding…" I informed them weakly.
"Yeah, we noticed." Sam pressed his hand against the stab wound. "How exactly?" Sam asked me.
"Your friend threw me out of the bus, before he charged at you." I said to Sam. My knees kept buckling and before I knew it, Dean had put his arm under my knees and I was in his arms as he held me close.
"You're hurt." I protested as I applied pressure to my wound. He started walking towards the car.
"I'm fine." Was all he said in response.
The next morning Dean and I were sitting in the Impala while Sam went to talk to his teacher, hopefully without any poltergeist interruptions. Dean was kind about it this time and I was glad that Sam could enjoy whatever it was he wanted to do. I leaned against the passenger door with my feet up on the seats and watched Dean pick a station.
"Go back one." I said to him. He changed the dial and 'Long, Long Way From Home' by Foreigner came on. He nodded in approval and then his expression changed. He was staring at something behind me. I twisted in my comfortable position and looked out the window to see Kade standing at the entrance to the school watching us.
Dean took out his gun and went to open the door.
"This kid is just asking for it." Dean said to himself.
"Dean! Wait." I called out to him. He stopped and ducked his head down from outside the car so he could see me.
"He's provoking me Lex! Look at him just standing there looking at you… in plain sight!" he yelled in annoyance.
"Let me handle this, okay?" I asked as I got out of the car. Dean glared at Kade and then looked to me.
"Two minutes." He said, "Any longer and I'm taking it as a distress call."
"Thank-you," I was grateful, "now put your gun away." I said to him as I walked towards Kade. His eyes were on Dean the whole time.
"Hey." I said walking up to him. His eyes didn't move.
"Is that guy going to kill me?" he asked. I turned and squinted in the sun to see Dean leaning against the Impala, watching Kade. I turned back to Kade.
"No, he's just making sure I'm okay." I reassured him. I finally had his attention. He was looking at the grazes and cuts on my face. "Sorry about what happened earlier." I told him. He just stared at me.
"Who are you?" he asked me. I laughed at his question.
"I'm Alexis Winchester." I replied. "I told you that already." He smiled at my response.
"Okay, what is it that you do?" he asked more specifically. I thought of a way I could phrase our job without using Dean's 'saving people, hunting things, the family business' line.
"I help out in places where people are struggling. Let's put it at that." I answered. He looked away for a brief moment.
"I like you a lot." He said to me. Well, wasn't he a cutie…
"Kade," I said slowly, "I'm twenty-one." I informed him. He looked up shocked and then groaned quietly. "What?" I asked.
"That's so much hotter than when you were seventeen." He complained. I chuckled at that.
"Listen, do yourself a favor and stay away from your cheerleader friends. They're bad news." I advised him. He looked conflicted. "I know they're hot but it'll be good for you. Also, I have a request."
"And what's that?" he asked expectantly.
"Be nice to Matilda, give her a shot. You're a really nice guy and she's a really nice girl. Don't let your cliques stop you from meeting nice people." I told him. He raised his eyebrows.
"Matilda?" he asked. I nodded. "I'll keep it in mind."
"You'd be surprised." I told him as I turned to leave.
"Wait." He stopped me. "Are you spoken for?" he said motioning to Dean. I chuckled at his prehistoric language and shook my head.
"No. He's my brother." I explained. A look of comprehension came over Kade's face.
"I guess I'd be that protective too, if I had a sister as gorgeous as you" he admitted. I started walking away from Kade, still facing him.
"Smooth lines kid." I winked at him. I left Kade at the entrance and walked back to the Impala. I seated myself in the front seat like I had before. Dean's eyes followed Kade as he walked away.
"Dean." I called him. He continued to stare until Kade had disappeared into the school.
"Yeah?" he replied. I ran my fingers over grazes on my arm.
"I think I have to take the week off." I said slowly. Dean looked down and then glanced out his window before looking at me.
"I know." He stated.
I was surprised. I didn't think Dean would agree but I knew I had to rest. Any move I made simply re-opened old wounds and they weren't healing. I had one too many and it was time they stopped donating my blood to the ground.
"We'll swing by Bobby's and drop you off." He told me. He didn't seem happy about it.
"Are you okay with this?" I asked cautiously. He was watching the school building.
"No." he said simply. I was taken aback at his abruptness. I was about to defend my decision when he looked at me. "I don't like the idea of you being away from us…but I need you to be on your A-game." He answered. Then he stayed silent.
"You're worried I'm going to do something stupid." I stated for him. I knew that was the reason. "And you're angry because you have to worry about it."
"No. No, I'm angry because there are sons of bitches out there that are using us as your weakness and for that reason, I don't feel right about leaving you behind." He explained. I could see the anger in his eyes.
"I won't leave, Dean" I reassured him. We sat in silence.
Sam walked out of the school looking unhappier than he did when he walked in. He got in the back and Dean started the car without another word. I looked up at the school building and saw Matilda standing at the window. I waved and she smiled in return.
At least I had done something useful here.
Author's Note:
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