Chapter Six
Three forty couldn't come any sooner as Maggie trudged to the Impala, dragging her black canvas bag through the dirt. Dean was leant against the side of the Impala, his hands in his pockets, Sam leaning on his arm out of the open passenger window,
"Where's Lola?" Dean asked. Maggie didn't answer, only pointed over her shoulder. Dean followed her point to see Lola making her way down the steps followed by her own entourage,
"Bye Lola…" They called as she stopped in front of Dean, beside Maggie,
"Good day?" He asked. Before she could answer, their conversation was broken;
"Maggie!"
"Oh God…" Maggie groaned, closing her eyes wearily, "Shoot me…"
"What?" Dean asked, looking around confused before spying a group of greasy nerds headed towards them, "Oh…hey look Sam! Your people!"
"Shut up. I was never THAT bad!" Sam muttered as the other three watched with interest as the group approached Maggie,
"We wrote a song for you Maggie…" One sniffled,
"Oh Lord…" Maggie whispered, looking to the sky for salvation,
"And a one…two…" He began before blowing a note on a harmonica, "Wake up Maggie, I've got a maths equation to put to you…" They sang to Rod Stewart's Maggie May.
Lola covered her mouth in a desperate attempt not to laugh while Dean just simply burst into sidesplitting laughter, bending over and holding his stomach as he did so,
"Yeah…thanks guys…" She remarked, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Maggie!"
Maggie waited until they were at a reasonable distance before reaching her arm out and smacking Dean on the back of the head hard. He rubbed at his hair with a scowl as Maggie stomped around the other side and planted herself in the back seat.
"So how was your day then?" Dean asked as he slowed at some traffic lights, "I never got an answer."
"What are you? My dad?" Maggie frowned, "But if you must know, it was horrible. I had to sit with the nerds at lunch, I've got a bottom locker, I got signed up for calculus without me knowing, I'm going to a dungeons and dragons meet on Monday night…and I swear to God Dean, if you laugh I will scratch your car up so bad it won't even be worth the scrap! Oh…and then you heard my theme tune…"
"…right…" Dean replied, struggling not to laugh,
"What about you, Lola?" Sam asked. Lola shrugged, staring out of the window,
"Not much."
"Oh no…not much at all." Maggie remarked, "She only got asked to the Spring Fling by the hottest guy in school."
"He is not the hottest!" Lola said defensively, "Not by a long run…"
"You said no, right?"
Lola stared at him in disbelief,
"What do you think?"
"No?"
"Of course I said no." She sighed, "Did you find out anything, Maggie?"
"Not really…only that our maths teacher is a replacement of the one that died the other day. What about you."
Lola shook her head,
"No…I didn't hear anything but tomorrow I'll pretend that I heard a rumor from someone and ask someone if it was true…"
"Good idea."
"Are you sure you're okay with the geeks?" She asked,
"Fine."
"But are you sure?"
"I'm fine." Maggie ground out,
"Alright! Chill!" Lola exclaimed, "My goodness! It's like looking at a female Dean!"
The next day, Maggie sat in the library, their dad's journal spread out in front of her, another large book spread out on the other side of that. She was attempting to cross reference vengeful spirits and their appearances in religious settings until a shadow loomed over her. She looked up just in time to see a well-manicured hand reach down and snatch up the journal from under her,
"Hey!" She exclaimed, jumping up from the chair.
"Oh my god, what is this…" the blonde girl cried her voice nasal and high pitched, "…Oh my god its like voodoo or something!"
"Give it back now." Maggie warned, her voice low and stern.
"Eww is that a cats bone!" The girl screeched, moving aside as Maggie made a dive for the book.
"Today I saw Missouri and I learned the truth…" The blonde dictated ducking again from Maggie's reach. "Oh my god, your Dad is more of a freak than you are!"
This last statement was too much to handle, Maggie grabbed the girl's blond locks, pulling her stick like figure almost to the floor. The two girls scrambled across the floor, a crowd gathering around them. Just at that moment, Lola broke through the mob, but not before the red-faced blonde pulled free from Maggie's grasp and hurled her manicured fist into her eye, causing Maggie to fall back into Lola's arms. Lola moved Maggie out of the way before turning and throwing a punch at the blonde. The blond reached out and scratched at Lola's neck, drawing a little bit of blood a split second before Lola's fist landed on her jaw. Lola floored the younger girl by tripping her backwards onto the library floor,
"Touch my friend again and regret it." Lola remarked before turning to come face to face with a nun and two teachers, "Oh crap…"
The scruffy 20 somethings sat slumped in a long bench outside the principles office. Lola held a cold compress to her neck, the cat like scratches burning her skin. Maggie pressed a blue icepack gently to her eye, which was now half closed, swollen and purple.
"Thanks for backing me up." Maggie finally broke the awkward silence.
"No problem." Lola answered, her tone dead pan as she felt around under her hair.
The too girls fell into silence, only broken by the heavy sound of boots approaching. Lola kept her eyes to the floor as the worn black shoes stopped in front of her, she slowly moved her eyes up. Dean looked down at her, one eyebrow raised, slightly amused.
"I can't believe I missed this."
Lola looked up, laughing sarcastically.
"Funny."
"Mr Winchester." A stern voice called from the doorway. He wore a long black cloak, the only colour in a v shaped sash running around the neck of the robe. He looked down at Dean, observing his worn jeans and leather jacket.
"That's me." He replied, chirpily.
"Hmm." The head teacher grumbled, turning back into his office. Dean followed him in and made himself at home on the small wooden chair, opposite the large leather seat that the grey haired man planted himself in, "Mister Winchester…your sister and her friend got themselves into a bit of a scrap this morning, are you aware that Saint Edmunds has a zero tolerance policy on fighting. We're aware that Miss Winchester did not start the fight and so she shall be let off with a warning, however Miss Griffyn was not provoked and did not need to participate so she shall therefore be attending detention for the remainder of the week. I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you that fighting is not becoming of young ladies and should be discouraged within their home environment."
"Well, quite right." Dean nodded seriously, "I shall set them to work on their needlepoint as soon as they get home and I'm sure I'll think of a suitable punishment for Lola…" He smirked, moving to stand,
"Mister Winchester," The teacher began sternly, reaching into his desk drawer and retrieving John's journal. He dropped it onto the desktop with a thud causing Dean to stop dead in his tracks, staring at the book in shock, "literature of this disturbing nature is prohibited within our walls and I'd like to strongly recommend that you supervise these young girls in their future reading habits."
"Oh don't worry…" Dean began angrily, "I'll be doing that."
"Would you like this back to see what they've been reading?"
"Yes." Dean said, snatching it and standing, "Uh…thanks." He added, moving towards the door,
"Oh, and Mister Winchester…?"
"Yes?"
"I'd like to think that as their guardian, you'd be setting a good example…tuck in your shirt please."
Dean looked down at his unbuttoned shirt of his t-shirt and then up again, smiling cheekily before turning and shutting the door firmly behind him. Lola jumped up out of her seat with a wince,
"What did he say?" She asked as Dean stood, breathing heavily through his nostrils as he stared at Maggie. Maggie lifted her head, peering through her one good eye as Dean pointed at her with his free hand,
"You. Car. Now."
Maggie stood up quickly and followed him as he tucked the journal into the inside pocket of his jacket. Lola followed quickly after them,
"You don't actually have to treat us like we're seventeen, you know." She nagged. He grunted in response, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Maggie was still following them. She was indeed until a tall, dark-haired man brushed passed her, sending her off balance a little bit,
"Oh, sorry there!" He gushed, touching her arm gently to steady her, "Maggie?"
Maggie stopped, staring up into his ocean blue eyes with a mixture of disbelief and horror,
"M…Matt…" She stammered, not quite knowing where to look,
"Oh my God Maggie…" He murmured, gently brushing her hair back behind her ear, "What happened to your eye?" He whispered softly,
"Uh…long story…"
"Maggie! Move it!" Dean shouted down the hall, causing Maggie to jump, startled,
"I'm sorry…I've got to go!" She gasped, running off down the hallway to catch up with Dean and Lola, Matt watching after her, stunned.
Lola turned as Maggie caught up as they moved down the stairs towards the waiting car,
"Who was that?" She asked with a grin, "He was hot."
Dean turned and scowled,
"I went to school with him…" Maggie answered,
"That's…vague…" Lola cooed, "What're you hiding?! Ooh! You're blushing!"
"We kinda…dated for awhile…in high school and I am NOT blushing!" She snapped back as they slid into the car. As Dean slammed his door shut, both girls stared in silence as he turned the engine on, turning the dial up on the stereo to full blast. Lola leant forwards from her seat next to him and turned it back down before turning around in her seat to grin at Maggie,
"Seriously though…" She continued, "He was…phew…he was cute." She said with a nod, "I approve. You should date him."
"Lola…" Dean growled, "Shut up." He snapped, turning the dial back up as he continued to drive. Lola once again reached out and turned it down again,
"I don't appreciate the way you're talking to me today. Perhaps I should get back on the road alone and let you three handle this by yourselves." She said stubbornly, waiting a couple of minutes for an answer, "I didn't think so. Apology accepted." She smirked, turning and giving Maggie a wink before mouthing, "Date him."
"Yeah and like maybe later, like, we could so totally do one another's like make-up and then like totally bleach our like hair."
Lola rolled her eyes,
"I was just trying to have a little fun." She mumbled, sulking in the front seat as she fell into silence. She suddenly leant forwards and turned the dial of the stereo back up to full before turning her face to the window and pressing her forehead against the cold glass.