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Days passed like weeks as Sam waited on word from Bobby about his recent captor. Ever since his shirtless scene in science class, his peers had been even more distant than usual. Nina had even started giving him space. Things at home hadn't been much better. Sifting through his hunting equipment got him thinking. Thinking about hunting and about his dad. John would never have allowed this much time to pass without picking up a case, any case, even if it had nothing to do with the thing that killed Mary. The more time Sam spent trying to play the role of "good little normal suburban Sammy" the more time evil had to creep around and take care of business.

Sam sat quietly at his desk. He kept on trying to focus on his teachers voice but he was tired after another long sleepless night. Finally he could fight it no longer, his eyelids surrendered and he fell into a peaceful slumber. For about two minutes.

"Please. You have to stop. Please." Sam started; his voice was low, but loud enough to elicit a response from the teacher.

"I'm sorry, what was that Sam?"

"I don't want to die. Please!" Sam's voice was louder now and full of desperation. His classmates gazed on, both surprised and frightened by the little outburst.

"Is he asleep?" the teacher asked aloud to no one in particular. A few nods in the affirmative confirmed his suspicion. The teacher made it all the way to Sam's side, prepared to give him a little shake back into reality, when Sam let loose a bloodcurdling scream. The sound was loud enough that even Sam jumped and awoke with a start. In a moment of confusion he grabbed for his pencil and stabbed the person nearest: his teacher.

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"And so you see Mr. Winchester, I'm not exactly sure what to do in this situation." Principal Roberts said with a sigh.

"The teacher wasn't hurt right?" Dean asked.

"Well, no, not badly. Luckily, Sam's pencil was dull and Mr. Clarke was wearing a thick sweater. But I'm not so sure that is the point. Your brother's erratic behavior has only been increasing. We can't continue to allow these little episodes to go unnoticed. We cannot idly sit by and simply watch Sam waiting for his next outburst. With all due respect, this is a high school, not a day care."

That last little comment didn't sit well with Dean.

"Well with all due respect, my brother has been through hell recently, so I'm sorry if he isn't the picture of a well adjusted teenager at the moment."

"I'm sorry Dean, I truly am." Principal Roberts shuffled some papers around. "Look, Mr. Clarke isn't going to press any charges or make any complaints, he knows it was a total accident. But I am going to have to give Sam a two week suspension, I just don't know what else to do. This is a small school, in a small town. People talk and if I don't do anything about this well, who knows, more kids might start showing aggression towards their teachers. If nothing else, the time away from school will give your brother some time to rest up. Seems like he's always walking the halls like a zombie."

Dean thought about Principal Robert's words. It was a pretty light sentence in his eyes. Two week break from school; Sam had gotten off light.

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"I don't get why you're upset." Robin could hear Dean say upon his entering the house with Sam.

"No, you wouldn't." Sam responded, but there wasn't anger in his voice. He sounded detached, tired. He actually wasn't too torn up over having to miss school. It had been a tough adjustment. He was upset about the fact that this would mean more time sitting around at Dean's house. Alone. With nothing to hunt. Nothing to do; except try to avoid Dean.

"Think of it as a vacation." Dean suggested.

"Hey," Robin called out as she met the two boys in the living room, "I picked up some leftover waffles from the diner. I was thinking you could have those later tonight, breakfast for dinner ok?"

"Sounds great." Dean said with a smile.

Sam shrugged.

"Rough day?" Robin asked.

Sam shrugged again before walking off to his room.

Dean could feel Robin's questioning eyes on him.

"Sam fell asleep in class, had a nightmare, and stabbed his teacher with a pencil. Teacher's fine. Sam is suspended for two weeks."

"Hmm, so just another day?" Robin said with a touch of sarcasm and a slight upward curve at the ends of her mouth.

Dean smiled a sad little smile, "Yeah, guess so."

"I think he just needs more time." Robin said thinking out loud. "And more therapy."

"He already hates the therapy he's in." Dean walked to the kitchen and popped open a beer. "Can't say that I blame him for that."

"We can talk more about this when I get home if you want." Robin offered as she grabbed her purse from the kitchen counter.

"Hmm, not much to talk about."

"Well, offer still stands." Robin gave Dean a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off to the diner.

Dean downed his beer and was about to crack open a second when there was a knock at the door.

When he swung open the thick wood door he nearly fell back in shock.

"Uncle Bobby?"

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