UPDATE. Next chapter won't be up for a while. Birthday part tomorrow, busy Saturday, not sure about Sunday. :( but i promise, ill try to write the chapter and get it up as soon as i can!
Sam spent the rest of the day spaced out. He was thinking of how to get home without Roddnie seeing him after school.
Usually, Dean wouldn't drive Sam home. He walked. His brother was held back everyday after school. He usually had detention or was in a closet making out with a hot chick from the school. Sam didn't mind. Not until Roddnie, that is. Sam would walk the long way home, off the route his brother took to get home, so that gave Roddnie more leverage to beat on Sam, seeing as Dean never saw a thing.
Sam sat nervously tapping his foot in math class. He stared at the clock, willing it to go slower, needing more time to think. It was his last class and he had five minutes to think of something.
The teacher droned on about a lesson that Sam had previously already learned, so Sam usually never payed attention. The teacher didn't bother with Sam. He knew the Winchesters were bound to move in the next few days if he heard right about how much they moved around.
Sam chewed on his nails, eyes wide on the clock. He ripped his eyes away from the clock to look around the classroom. Roddnie was usually in this class, making it easy to find Sam. But Roddnie wasn't there.
Sam slowly calmed.
Maybe he got sick or got in trouble and left today, Sam thought. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and tell himself that he was right, that Roddnie left.
Suddenly, the bell rang.
Sam scooped up his books, ran to his locker and packed his things. He needed to get out and get home as soon as he could.
Sam was the first one out the door of the school. He breathed a sigh of relief at the fresh air. He smiled, not seeing Roddnie anywhere. He kept a fast pace, still not wanting to risk the beating.
After 10 minutes of walking and no sight of Roddnie, Sam had their house in his view. He smiled even wider, growing excited as he saw his safe domain.
He quickened his walk to a run. He was almost there, just a few more feet..
BOOM.
Sam ran into something while running. It had felt like a brick wall.
Wondering, he looked up slowly.
Petrified, he looked up and saw the face of the person he'd been dreading to see all day.
Roddnie.
Dean sat boredly in class, shooting spit balls at random people. It was his last class of the day and he couldn't wait to leave.
"Mr. Winchester?" his English teacher asked.
He looked up, not bothering to hide the straw and wads of crinkled up paper all over his desk.
"What?" he asked.
"Do you have the answer?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She stared at Dean with hawk eyes.
Dean had been zoning out all class, not paying attention to a thing she had been saying the whole time. He looked up at the ceiling, pretending to have a thinking look on his face.
"4?" he asked.
"No, Dean. 4 is not the answer. I asked, who was Hamlet?" she said, annoyance in her tone.
"Oh, yeah, that." he said laughing.
"Hamlet is that funny lookin dude that could fly on the broomsticks." he said, not having any idea who Hamlet was.
"That's Harry Potter." she said, rolling her eyes.
Dean laughed. "Oh yeah. That kid." he smiled.
"Pay attention next time, Mr. Winchester. And detention, tonight, after school." she said, turning back to the blackboard.
Dean rolled his eyes.
The bell rang.
Dean stayed where he was, knowing he was going to be held in this prison until 5, depending on how long his detention was.
He looked around, bored. He took out a sheet of paper and began doodling on it. He then opened his father's notebook. John rarely left without it, but let Dean look through it while he was gone.
Dean looked at his father's most recent notes about the recent hunt. His father, of course, was on a separate job just outside of the county about 2 hours away. John had given Dean the assignment of the job before he left.
He raised his eyebrows at one of his dad's notes. It read 'dissapearances of the nerds?'.
"What the hell..?" Dean whispered.
There was, of course, a question mark at the end, intending that John didn't fully know himself.
According to John's research, 10 kids in the past 3 years went missing, all of them very intelligent. John didn't think it was a real job, but told Dean to look into it anyway.
Dean read more. He raised his eyebrows again. Apparently, the last kid was found, and according to the kid, he had been bullied and his kidnapper had always told the kid 'After School Special' in school and would be beaten after school by his bully/kidnapper. Yet, they never found out who the bully or kidnapper was.
"Your free to go, Mr. Winchester." Dean looked at the clock, surprised. Only 10 minutes had passed.
He got up without another word. He smiled at his luck at having an impatient English teacher.
He got into the Impala and revved the engine.
Finally, Dean thought, heading home.