(Hey. So here's chapter 12!
I had planned to get this out last week but after I reread it just didn't seem right, so I started rewriting it and what should happen but one of the worst things that can happen to a writer besides having a whole story being deleted, writers block.
I am glad to say I am satisfied with this chapter and I hope you like it.
Big thank you to EmilyAnnMcGarrett-Winchester, PriWinchester, ArtistKurai and LilyBolt for your reviews on the last chapter.
Unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
I do not own the rights to Supernatural.)
"So, you're telling me that because you don't see it happen you can do nothing about it?" Dean asked his voice hard with hidden anger. It was the next morning and Dean had just dropped Sam off at his first hour class and on his way out he swung by the principal's office to talk to her about Sam's bullying problem.
"Well, in a way yes." Mrs. Fisher said "I'm sorry."
"Well, what about the fight yesterday?" Dean asked.
"From what you told me, Sam was the one that started it." The principal said looking at Dean over a sheet of paper she had just picked up to read. "Not only that but I can't do anything because it was after school hours and outside of school property. Although Gazsi-"
"Who?" Dean asked in confusion.
"Gazsi Walters, the boy your brother beat up." Mrs. Fisher said looking at Dean "His parents are threatening to press charges against you for injuring Gazsi."
"Oh that's bull shit!" Dean said then quickly apologized "I'm sorry, that's dumb, I saw what Sammy did to that Walters kid, he did more damage to Sam then Sam did to him!" Dean said.
"You'll have to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Walter about that, I'll set up a time where the four of us can sit down and talk it over." Mrs. Fisher said "does that sound good?"
"Yeah, that, that sounds fine." Dean muttered getting up.
"Ok, I'll call you with some times that could work." Mrs. Fisher said imitating Dean and got up from behind the desk "I'm glad you brought this to my attention Mr. Winchester, I just wish there was more I could do." She held out her hand and Dean took it and gave it a shake then made his way out the door, past Trudy the secretary and down the hall and out the door to the subway.
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"If they sue me for injures to that Gazsi kid, I can't afford a lawyer, not only that but Sam and I have that hearing next Wednesday and if they find I'm not a fit parent they'll take Sammy away and I can't let that happen Rachelle, I just can't!" Dean exploded. It was lunch time and Rach had convinced Dean to go off campus to eat. They had taken a taxi to a little coffee shop/bistro that Rach once worked at in high school.
"Dean." Rachelle calmly explained over her coffee "Calm down, take a few deep breaths." Dean did as she suggested and Rach smiled, reached for his hand and patted it. "Maybe I can help you out a little. My dad knows a guy who knows a lawyer who dose pro bono cases sometimes for people who can't afford a lawyer. If you'd like I can talk to dad and see if he'll give you there number ok?" Dean looked at her.
"Rach, I can't ask you to-" he started to say but Rachelle interrupted him.
"You're not asking I'm offering and you'll take it, you'll take my offer and be happy about it. For Sam." Rachelle said as she took a bit of her ham and grilled cheese sandwich "As for Gazsi, what exactly can they charge Sam with? I don't think Sam hurt him enough to press charges. I wouldn't worry about it. Now eat your reuben before it gets cold." She pointed at the half sandwich Dean had ordered along with a cup of tomato soup. Dean gave her hand a quick squeeze and picked up the soup spoon.
"So when do you have your court hearing?" Rach asked as she wiped some cheese that didn't make it into her mouth on a napkin
"Next week, Wednesday I think." Dean said after he swallowed a spoon full of soup. "Hey, this soup is great!" Rach laughed.
"Yeah, I like their chicken noodle better but the tomato is pretty good as well." Rachelle said picking up her coffee mug to take a drink.
"I'll have to try it next time." Dean said as he took a bit of the reuben. He looked at his watch. "We'd better spend less time chatting and more time eating or we're going to be late for class."
"You're right!" Rach let out a startled cry glancing at her own watch. Nothing else was said between them as they hurriedly finished their lunch and got a cab back to the school.
"Hey Sam, over here!" Rach yelled waving her arms as Sam came down the school steps.
"Fine I guess, where's Dean?" Sam asked as he made his way over to her. Rach flung her arms around him and gave him a hug.
"What aren't you glad to see me?" Rachelle asked pretending to pout.
"Yeah, I'm glad to see you Rach, I'm just wondering where Dean is that's all." Sam said rolling his eyes and gave her a quick hug in return.
"He had to work late so I told him that I'd pick you up." Rach said "Don't look so worried I've picked you up from school before." She held out her hand for Sam to take and Sam took it grudgingly.
"How was school?" Rach questioned as they started walking to the subway.
"Fine." Sam said.
"Anyone tease you?" Rach asked looking sideways at the boy.
"Only two kids." Sam said looking at Rach.
"Well, that's good right?" Rach asked as they made their way down the steps and onto the subway platform.
"Yeah, I guess." Sam sighed "Rachelle, did kids ever pick on you?"
"Not really," Rachelle said taking Sam's hand as the subway train came screaming down the tunnel "Come on lets go."
"Why not?" Sam asked looking at his brother's girlfriend.
"I don't know, I guess kids had better things to do then pick on me." Rachelle shrugged "It also helped that they tried once and I slugged the person in the stomach." She grinned as Sam "Shhh, don't tell your brother. He hasn't seen this side of me yet." Sam let out a snort of laughter.
Once they got back to the house Sam let them both in then sat down at the table to work on his homework.
"Need any help?" Rach asked sitting down next to him.
"No, this is pretty easy, the teacher explained it fairly well." Sam said taking out his history book, notebook and pencil.
"What are you learning?" Rach asked taking out her own homework.
"We're still working on women's suffrage and world war one." Sam said opening his book and started to read. They lapsed in to silence, only to be broken by Sam asking a question if he didn't understand something and Rach clarifying it or the turning of a page or scribbling of the pencil.
Dean came home while Sam and Rach where making supper.
"Hey Sammy, how was school?" Dean asked as he hung up his jacket.
"It was pretty good." Sam said as he set the table "Rach are you going to eat supper with Dean and I or are you going to go home?"
"As much as I'd love to stay and have spaghetti with you I can't," Rach said grabbing her own jacket "I promised mom that I'd clean my room when I got home."
"Ok, well, drive safe and call when you get home so Sam and I will know that you got home ok." Dean said giving her a quick hug.
"Ok I will, and think about what I said today at lunch." Rachelle turned opened the door and walked out into the hall.
"Yeah, I will." Dean said and shut the door behind him then turned to Sam. "So, what dose 'pretty good' mean school wise?" he asked as he washed his hands.
"Well, I got a B+ on my math homework." Sam grinned.
"Hey that's great Sammy!" Dean praised and grabbed the pasta sauce and set it on the table "I talked to the principal today after I dropped you off and she said that because she didn't see it then she can't do anything about you getting picked on, but the next time you do please go to a teacher and put a stop to it." Dean almost begged as the brothers sat down to eat.
"I'm not going to tell a teacher that I'm getting picked on Dean." Sam said "I'll get teased even more, and I figured you talked to the principal because she came and talked to all the first hour classes about bullying."
"Did that help?" Dean asked as he poured some milk into a cup and passed it to Sam.
"For now I guess, I only got picked on once by two kids today. How was school for you?" Sam asked.
"It was pretty good. I have to tell you though that the kid that you beat up, his parents might try to sue us for injuring their kid." Dean said around a mouth full of noodles and sauce.
"Oh, what are we going to do?" Sam asked his fork suspended in midair half way to his mouth.
"I don't want you to worry about it, Rach said that they wouldn't even have enough evidence for a case, or something like that. Put that fork full of spaghetti into your mouth or it will fall into your lap." Dean warned as he watched the pasta slowly start to slide from Sam's fork. Sam quickly put it into his mouth and chewed it.
"Dean, what's the plan for Wednesday?" He asked taking a gulp of milk.
"Well, we'll get up and get dressed like a normal school day, then I'll take you to class with me and you can hang out in the college until nine then we're going to go to the courthouse and we'll see what happens. They might not make a ruling right then, it make take a few days and they may have someone else come and look at us again." Dean explained. Sam sighed.
"This is going to take forever, I'll be old enough to live on my own by the time they agree to let you raise me." Sam pushed his plate away and put his head on the table.
"Sam head up and shoulders back." Dean said "And I doubt you'll be old enough to live on your own by the time they decide. It may take a few months though." Sam hummed but did as Dean asked and pulled his head up off the table.
"Dean, I'm not hunger, I'm going to go and work on my homework." Sam said getting up and putting his plate on the counter by the sink and turning to go into his bedroom.
"Alright, once I get done eating I'll call you out and you need to do the dishes." Dean reminded him. Sam wrinkled his nose.
"Do I have to Dean?" He whined.
"Yeah, it's your week for doing the dishes and sweeping the floor. I clean the bathroom and vacuum the living room, dining room and the hallway, along with drying the dishes." Dean said scooping up some pasta and sauce.
"Fine." Sam grumbled and made his way into his bedroom and shut the door. Dean let out a low sigh and picked at his own food. Suddenly he had lost his own appetite.