A/N: As always, all mistakes are mine and none of the characters belong to me I'm just playing with them. Oh, and by the way there's a reference to a season 3 episode in here, see if you can spot it.
Dean walked out of the washroom to go back to his class when he saw her again. The school staff member (or teacher, he wasn't sure really) was still in the corridor. She was too hard too ignore and dismiss now that Dean had spotted her. He almost moved forward to ask her what she was doing out here before he decided that he didn't have any authority to do that. So he tried to move back to class as slowly as he could when he caught sight of her name card. " Dorothy Dame," he whispered to himself. Well then, Dottie was officially on his 'watch out for' list.
Mentally noting to ask someone about 'Dorothy' later, Dean started moving faster to class. Making the right turn that he needed to in order to reach his destination, he saw his English teacher come out of the classroom which meant two things: 1:- class was over , and 2:- he was in trouble.
" Mr. Winchester ," the sub drawled. " How nice of you to join us this early, when class is just starting. No no, not this one, my next class is starting."
" I'm sorry sir," Dean started ( but did not mean at all) when Rosie stopped him from talking any further. He then left the general vicinity of Dean which meant that Dean had to get to his next class.
History, great he thought as he moved around with his bag to learn about the mistakes his predecessors had made. He walked forward then made a right turn. Entering the fourth class he faced the teacher. Ms. Baker was already in the class sitting on a chair and while Dean didn't consider teachers as people to be compliant with, had an aura around her that screamed obedience. She also had dark bags under her eyes that stood out against her cakey face making her look exactly like the nickname that the students had given her- the Ghost. He noted that today was wearing a flowery dress and was sitting behind the desk looking as if one word out of order might set her off. She was also one of those teachers that always spoke in a strict monotone and never showed any emotion beyond calm anger.
Dean advances towards the chair next to one of the cutest girls in the class when spoke. " Mr. Winchester , it appears that according to the seating arrangement, you should be sitting beside Mr. Wilson and Ms. Johnson ."
Dean was starting to get why it was Ms.Baker. He quickly changed places, wasting no time because he knew, unlike with other teachers, tardiness would certainly get him in trouble here. Still, he was Dean Winchester and he had a reputation to uphold, so he dragged the chair back as noisily as he could and sitting on it he pulled it towards his desk with the same loud screech. This action earned him a spartan glare from the teacher which he in retrospect should be afraid of, but thought that it was worth it as it also provided a few weakly disguised snickers. He then opened his book along with the others on the teacher's command. then proceeded to use the board to teach them something about the Italians and someone named Garibaldi when he saw it for the second time that day, Ms. Baker's eyes shone black. Just for a second, though before it flickered to normal again, making him wonder if he had imagined the whole thing.
But the voices behind him said otherwise as someone else had noticed the black eyes too and was asking if the others had seen it too. So he was not hallucinating any of it. Great to know that he had not gone crazy, not completely at least. he checked his phone, flipping it open to see if there were any messages by his dad. After learning that there was no response to his text, Dean knew that he had to call his dad. Although he would never be able to do so with glaring angrily at him and was a teacher that looked like she would be giving him a hall pass any second. So he decided that he would wait. Or, well, until something happens, in which case he would have to whip out the Bowie knife in his right boot. he looked up once more but this time, actually paid attention to what the teacher was saying.
"All of you need to have your project done by next class," she spoke without any emotion in her voice, making him wonder if she was a robot which is not possible for now he knew what she was. Oh god, what had his life become? Demons were infiltrating his school, what next, evil Santa? No, he didn't want to jinx anything.
He kept thinking along the lines of how he was going to get Sammy out of this hellhole and before he knew it, history class was over. Awesome, he thought. Only four more hours to go. He could do that, right? And that was the moment when the fates decided he wasn't in enough trouble as it was; he could hear someone scream from a class or two to their left. Everyone ran outside to investigate and the sight he found was not pretty. A girl about his age was rambling on and on about something but the only thing that he caught from what she said that mattered was 'the teacher had black eyes.'
