He loathed the woman with a passion. She rode his ass about every damn thing. First, it was Dean getting the chicken pox. Next it was because he wore a t-shirt she deemed inappropriate. Now she was busting his balls about Dean not turning in a book report up to her overly — in his mind — high standards.
"He needs to go into special ed."
John felt the thin strands of what little patience he managed to have around this woman slowly start to unravel. Who the hell did this woman think she was? God? How dare she sit there and tell him Dean needed to go into special ed just because he wasn't living up to her expectations.
She's the one who needs to take special classes. Especially in things like compassion, empathy, and decency. Why Dean got transferred into her class when he was doing fine in Mrs. Courtney's never made an ounce of sense to him. He suspected she was bullying Dean 'cause she didn't like him. John took a moment to collect himself. Otherwise, he might end up getting arrested for killing her.
"What reason can you give me for why you think Dean needs to go into special ed?"
"The boy is seriously challenged."
John knew exactly what she meant by challenged. Raw indignation and outrage shot through him. What he wouldn't give to unload on the harpy. He settled for saying something nice and simple, instead.
"Bull."
She pushed her glasses higher up on her beak of a nose and stared at John as if she considered him as much of a simpleton as she did Dean.
"He cannot read..."
"He reads to his brother just fine."
He also scours newspapers and magazines for articles on things you don't know a damn thing about. He didn't tell her that. It skirted a line he couldn't let himself get near. Hinted at a truth a woman like this wouldn't be able to handle. She'd turn my ass into child services for sure if she found out I was a hunter.
"He barely can solve the basic addition and subtraction problems I write on the blackboard."
John curled his hands around the arms of the chair to keep from wrapping them around her skinny throat.
"Dean's doing multiplication and division problems in the math workbook I bought him." His eyes narrowed. "And he was doing fine when he was in Mrs. Courtney's class."
"Mr. Winchester..."
"Look, lady." He barley managed to keep his tone civil. "I don't know what you've got against Dean, but it's clear you've got a problem with him."
"He doesn't listen to anything that I tell him."
"Yeah? Well, maybe that's 'cause he knows you don't like him."
She issued a soft harrumph that grated on his remaining nerves.
"I am not here to be liked."
"And he's not going into special education." He pushed to his feet. "Are we clear on that?"
"Crystal."
"Good."
He turned and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him with enough force to crack the glass.
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