Checking his phone, still ten more minutes.
…It had to have been ten minutes by now, check again. Nope, eight more minutes.
…Tap pen anxiously against the desk. When would this old fart stop talking already?
Tapped his pen several more times and checked his phone again; five more minutes.
When the hell would this day end?
He would have groaned in frustration but he knew that would probably mean staying after again and wouldn't that just ruin the rest of his day.
After an eternity the bell rang and he bolted. "FREEDOM!" he shouted.
"You'll be back in a few days!" The teacher called after him with a sort of triumphant and knowing tone.
Michael slowed his run and rolled his eyes, of course he would be back, his older brother wouldn't let him drop out even if he wanted to. Regardless, it was Friday and he was free, at least for a little while. That night marked the anniversary of the day Dean and Cas saved his life, and since no one really knew when his birthday really was, this day had been given to him instead. Something awesome always happened on his birthday, the year before they'd taken him on a day trip to see a concert he'd been begging for, the year before that he'd been given a Play Station and a shit load of games that they spent the day playing. This time his birthday was the start of a weekend, something epic must have been planned, he was certain of it.
"Have a good weekend, Michael." His friend called from the front doors of his high school.
"You too." Michael raised a hand and waved back when he heard the familiar sound of a Chevrolet Impala pulling up behind him, Stairway to Heaven blasting from its speakers and out the open windows (a song that he understood was their song). Michael grinned and turned to look at his ride, his pseudo-dad's arm resting out the window, that awesome super-model stare pinned on him. The image was only completed when his big brother leaned over to look as well, large sunglasses shielding his eyes and a good portion of his face from sight, mimicking the expression he knew that Dean would have.
Michael booked it across the parking lot to meet them, knuckle-bumping Dean as he approached and hopped into the back seat. In their family it didn't matter who gave birth to you and it didn't matter who raised you, what matters is who you keep around you and who you choose to be.
And though the rule was never enforced in their family, Dean made sure to always eat his vegetables.
Author's Note:
Thank you everyone for sticking with me through this story! Sucks that it was taken down and I lost everyone's reviews but alas, at least I know you all enjoyed it ;)