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Title: Kiss Of Death
Chapter 3: Sam's school
Warnings: Probably some spelling mistakes and some bad language.
pg 13.
"Hey Sam ready to go!"
"No Dean we are idiots, we cant go."
"Why not?" Dean asked with a confused look on his face.
"Because Dad called them and told them that I am really, really sick and don't want to get the other kids sick, so I wont be at school for the rest of the week."
"Hmmm, then I have an idea."
Sam just looked at Dean and rose an eye brow "Like what?"
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"You have got to be kidding me!" Sam complained to Dean
"It's the only way they will believe your sick Sam." Dean said
Sam look at Dean with anger written all over his face "FINE"
Dean took out a paint brush and painted Sam's face a greyish, bluish, greenish colour. Then got a brush and some jell and messed up Sam's hair. Then he got a little bit of dark makeup and put some under Sam's eyes.
"Sam grab the Kleenex box and grab the blanket." Dean said.
Sam ran and got the Kleenex box and the blanket and his homework and ran to the 67 Chevy Impala.
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"Ok here's the plan, Im gonna go in and hand this to your teacher, while you stay in the car?"
"Wait, what? You don't even no what room number that is and what her name is and other stuff."
"Then you tell me that, because you need to stay in the car, and pretend your sick."
"Im sick of you." Sam said under his breath
"Well your lucky im doing this for you." Dean said then sighed "What room number is she and what's your teachers name?"
Now it was Sam's turn to sigh. "Room two hundred and fourteen."
"And her name?"
"Mrs. Rankin"
Dean just smiled and got out of the car, but making sure he locked the doors, before leaving to go inside.
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"Hi Mrs. Rankin?"
"Yes?"
"Im Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester's older brother."
"Oh, why hello." she said and then smiled
"Hi im just here to hand in Sam's homework, he insisted on it." Dean said while smiling
"Oh ok thanks, how is Sam by the way."
Dean walked to the window and looked down to see Sam pretending to be sick sitting in the car
"Not to good, but im sure he will be fine."
"That's good, well here's his work."
Dean looked at her puzzled
"It's marked Dean"
"Oh." Dean took the paper that said 99 on it with a big red marker.
"Thanks for your time."
"Your welcome, nice meeting you and I hope Sam feels better soon."
"Nice meeting you too, and thanks. Bye"
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"Here's your paper."
"Huh? You were suppose to hand that in Dean."
"I did she marked it."
"Oh thanks."
"Oh my God!" Sam yelled
"WHAT?"
"I got one question wrong!"
"Yeah so? Sam it's one paper it's not going to kill you."
"Yeah well how was I suppose to know what the answer to that was! It's like for grade 12's!" Sam yelled
"Let me see, whoa I don't even know that and I am in grade 12."
"Well of course you wouldn't know the answer to that!"
"What are you trying to say Sammy?" Dean said while smiling then gave him a wet willy.
"EW! STOP!" Sam said while was wiping off the wetness from his ear.
Dean just laughed.
Thanks for reading this chapter, it was really fun to write especially towards the end. Thanks for all your reviews and all your kind words. Oh and by the way not this chapter but the next im gonna start doing the interviews again like how I did them in my story "Dead Child Of Darkness" and yeah so there will be interviews every other chapter! Thanks for your time.
-Kylie-