A/N: I marked this as complete because I ran out of ideas and then I finally got some ideas. I then marked it as incomplete because of this reason.
Time Stamp: 2/5/16
Summary: Dean has to wake up Blake so he can go to school, which is sort of a chore in itself. To bad Seth and Roman were there to watch Dean attempt to get Blake up and ready to leave.
There were things that Dean hated doing. This was one of them. That thing was trying to get Blake up and ready to go to school. He wondered if he was this difficult to wake up when he was Blake's age. If he was…he had to apologize to her for being difficult.
He was trying to wake Blake up. The kid was probably really tired, or he was going through the, 'I-don't-want-to-move' portion of his depression. Some people would call it laziness, but Dean knew better. He still remembered the bloodstains and the half-dissolved pills that Blake had swallowed before Dean forced him to throw up. Dean shoved those memories to the side. He didn't need to remember that day back in June.
Dean grabbed Blake's arm and pulled him off the couch. Blake hit the ground and rolled up in his blanket. Dean moved his arms around in some type of flail. He probably looked like that teacher from that cartoon that Blake used to watch or still watches. He wasn't entirely sure.
"Come on. Get up," Dean said. There was a knock on the door and Dean considered throwing another blanket over Blake, just in case it was the police. Again. He decided to let Blake sleep a little longer and walked to the door. He opened it and let his friends inside.
"Why is Blake sleeping on the floor?" Seth asked.
Dean considered saying that Blake fell off the couch but held back from saying it. "I was trying to wake him up."
"You pulled him off the couch?" Roman asked.
"Yes," Dean said. "It's not my fault he looks dead when he's sleeping."
Seth looked over at Blake. "I think his eye is half open."
Dean walked over and looked at his cousin's face. "It looks like it."
"I don't think he looks dead," Roman said.
"The police once showed up looking for somebody. Blake was sleeping and the police thought he was dead," Dean stated.
Seth looked at Dean, "we should come back later."
"No, stay. I just got to get him up and throw him out the door," Dean said.
For some reason, Seth ended up having a weird mental image of a cartoon version of Dean literally throwing Blake outside the house.
"Throw him out the door?" Roman asked.
Dean looked at him, "throw him out the window, then?"
Seth had a mental image of a cartoon version of Blake getting pushed out of a window. "Why would you…never mind."
"I will not hurt him. He's already pissed that he got banned from that bookstore." Dean stated and walked over to the teen. He nudged Blake with his foot. "Get up."
"That's not a way to wake up someone," Seth said.
Dean glared at him, "how would you know?"
"My mom used to jump on my bed to wake me up," Seth said and shrugged. "It was really unpleasant."
Dean looked over at Blake's jacket and walked over to it. He grabbed it and left down the hallway.
"What the hell are you doing?" Roman asked. Dean returned with the jacket and placed it on top of the backpack.
"I switched his jacket with a different one. It's a prank," Dean said.
Seth had a funny feeling that Dean had switched Blake's jacket with the merchandise one.
"He would notice when he puts it on," Roman said.
"Actually he puts the jacket on at school. Alex and Dylan always look at his arms to make sure he's not hurting himself," Dean explained.
"They do that?" Seth asked, looking confused.
"They still do that," Dean asked. "I mean, I get that they care, but that's a little excessive."
"Also lack of trust too," Roman explained.
Dean looked at Blake and grabbed his arm, "come on. Get up." Blake made a weird sound and Dean looked at his friends, who shrugged. "Get up or I won't make you food."
"Can you please make us food?" Seth asked and Dean looked at him.
"I…I don't know," Dean replied. "I have to wake up this useless log and get him out the door."
Seth looked at Dean weirdly. "Did you just call Blake 'useless log?'"
"Yes," Dean said and shook Blake away. "Get up."
Blake muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "'tis I, the Frenchiest fry."
Roman gave Dean a weird look. Dean looked at him, "why are you looking at me like I'm covered in ants or something?"
"I was wondering why he said, 'tis I, the Frenchiest fry,'" Roman said.
"Does it look like I know why he says weird shit? He once said 'root beer fairytales' and said 'I am an apple' in French. I think he said, 'explosives don't work on trees,' but I can't remember," Dean said.
Blake finally managed to wake up and sat up. "Why am I on the ground again?"
Seth asked, "again?" He looked at Dean who shrugged.
"Strange things happen," Dean said. He went to Blake and pulled him up. "Go brush or straighten your hair."
Blake asked, "brush? Straighten?"
"Do whatever it is that you do with your hair besides dyeing it," Dean ordered. "Don't forget to take your anti-depressants."
Blake looked at him and stumbled into the hallway.
"Why do you always check his arms?" Miranda asked, watching as Dylan checked Blake's arms. "I know you want to make sure, but shouldn't you trust your best friend more?"
Dylan couldn't bring himself to tell her that Blake still has some suicidal thoughts and that he had seen him hold a pocketknife blade to his arms a few times. Dylan said, "it's…complicated."
Miranda looked at Dylan and accepted that answer…for now.
Blake grabbed the jacket and put it on. Dylan looked at him, "since when did they start making Dumbledore's Army jackets?"
The black-haired boy looked at the jacket and noticed the D.A on it. "They don't." He took it off and looked at the back of it. "Oh. Curse you Dean!"
A/N: For some reason, every time I see the D.A for Dean, I always think of Dumbledore's Army from Harry Potter.