Dean marched up to the front desk of Ali's school. He was so angry, he could actually feel himself shaking. The same receptionist who'd gotten them set up when they'd first enrolled her greeted him with a warm smile.

"Well hello Mr. Winchester. Can I help you with something?" she asked kindly.

"Yeah," he growled. "I need to talk to somebody about my daughter for a minute."

Her smile faded quickly as she started to pick up on how serious the damn situation was, "I'll have Assistant Principal Radley come down if you wouldn't mind waiting a few minutes."

"I'll wait all day if I have to."


The assistant principal seemed like a nice guy getting ready to retire. Dean almost felt bad for the verbal ass-kicking he was ready to give him, but then he remembered finding his daughter soaked in her own blood and whatever guilt he'd been feeling dissipated.

Radley settled into his seat, gesturing for Dean to do the same, "So, Mr. Winchester, I noticed your daughter isn't in school today."

"Yeah, you noticed that but you didn't notice that she was getting bullied to the point of a near mental breakdown?" Dean snapped. The little bit of respect he'd had for this principal was gone. The older man nodded.

"A bit of harsh treatment is perfectly normal for a new student at any school. Intervening could make that new student an outcast."

"You think I don't know that?" he exclaimed. "I was the new kid six times a year from kindergarten until I dropped out my senior year. This is insane, though."

"Mr. Winchester, your daughter has been making excellent grades so far in every class excluding math, so clearly the other students' harshness towards her isn't affecting her academics. That being the case, there really isn't anything that warrants an investigation into this," Radley explained.

Dean stood up, knocking over his chair, and slammed his hands on the desk, "I found her alone, bleeding so bad I thought she might not survive it because of what those kids are doing to her. There's more to life than academics, you jackass!"

"Please, sir. Calm down."

"No!" he shouted, before quieting himself. "You preached a zero-tolerance policy when I first enrolled her and what you're showing is fucking tolerance. So I can tell you now, my daughter won't be returning."

With that, Dean turned around and stormed out, slamming the office door behind him. He'd send Sam to get the withdrawal papers in about a week.

He knew now that he'd made a huge mistake, and he was going to fix it.


Hello my lovelies! So this is actually a stray scene from when I was planning the next chapter (I know, it's taking me waaaaayyy too long to write this). I actually quite liked the way it turned out, even though it was dialogue based, but it didn't fit in with what I was doing. Next chapter is gonna be a bit of a filler while I start (a) figuring out a new plot and (b) setting up said new plot. Honestly, guys, while I really love the one I was on, it's reeeeaaallllyyy dark. And that's just the stuff that makes it on here. For every page I publish, I write at least six or seven different versions. Most of which, I use as bread crumbs for other plot points and stuff, but some of them are even heavier than the stuff I put out if you can believe it. Anyway, all that stuff is starting to drag me down a little, which is why I've been having so much trouble with the upcoming chapter.

So, I think I'll start bridging and do a couple happy, fluffy chapters before starting to get back into plot if that's alright. Let me know if you have any suggestions!

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