Dean, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. His shorts were a baby blue sort of color, kind of like the sky on an extremely sunny, cloud-less day. His shirt was no better. It was a tie-dye T-shirt and he hoped to God that the students' uniforms were just like his. At least Dean was able to cover up the God-awful shirt with a white track jacket.
"Shut up, bitch," Dean said.
Sam smirked. "Jerk."
Sam had finally dragged his brother, literally dragged, Dean to the Impala and drove him to the middle school. All the while, Dean was grumbling about his uniform.
"Just grow up, Dean," Sam said as he pulled into the parking lot of the school, parking next to a sleek silver motorcycle whose owner was unhooking a backpack from the back.
The owner of the motorcycle glanced up at the Winchesters as they got out of the Impala and she scoffed, "You have got to be kidding me!"
Dean and Sam looked at her and they both groaned.
"Hey...Mace," Sam said, awkwardly.
Mace pursed her lips together, trying to hold in a laugh as she stared at Dean. "You're the new teachers? Principal Tyler is really losing it."
"Don't you have some place to be, Mace?" snapped Dean.
"Yeah. Working. Just like you two," Mace shot back, sass dripping in her voice. She slung the backpack over her shoulder, turning to head into the school. "Oh, and by the way, here? I'm Macy."
"Not much of a difference," Dean pointed out.
'Macy' stuck her tongue out, leaving the boys alone in the parking lot (aside from the countless number of students and teachers entering the school).
"Hey, wait!" Sam called out. When she didn't react, he yelled again. "Macy, wait!"
The younger Winchester ran after her, leaving his brother next to the car. "Sammy...what the hell?"
Dean caught up to the two when they were chatting about some nonsense he didn't want to listen to. "Dude, why'd you run off?"
Macy snorted. "Because no one wants to be around the gym teacher."
They reached the door, which Macy held open for them, and they entered the school.
Dean clapped his hands together. "Okay. If you would direct me to the gym, I will start getting set up."
"Oh, no," Macy shook her head. "Principal Tyler wants to meet the new teachers before sending them off to do their damage."
"You've got some sass there, kid," Dean pointed out.
"It comes from the job." Macy waved them towards a door near the entrance. "In here."
Sam nudged his brother forward when Dean didn't move. "Play nice," the younger Winchester muttered.
Macy led them into the office as she called out, "Principal Tyler?"
"Yes, Macy?" a head popped out of one of the rooms. He looked at Sam and Dean. "Ah. You must be the new teachers. Thank you, Macy. I will take it from here."
Macy nodded, taking a seat at the front desk in the office.
The man ushered the Winchesters into his office. "Please sit," he said after shaking their hands. "I'm Principal Tyler."
"Dean and Sam," Dean said, pointing to himself then his brother.
"The Smith brothers, right?"
"Yes, sir," nodded Sam.
"Please, no 'sir'. Call me Richard," Principal Tyler smiled. "Well, Sam, I will be showing you to your classroom, and my niece can show you, Dean, to the gym."
Dean smirked. 'Niece? I hope she's hot.'
"Macy?" Richard called.
Dean's smile faded quickly.
"Yeah?"
"Can you show Mr. Smith to the gymnasium, please?"
"Uh huh. I'll be right there. I'm helping a student," came her reply.
"You know to stay away from the girl's locker room, correct?" informed Richard.
Dean nodded. "Yes, si-Richard."
"That's why they're here, Richard," a voice said from the doorway.
The three men jumped, turning towards their intruder.
"Ah, Macy," Richard breathed. He had a confused expression on his face. "They're here because of the locker room?"
Macy nodded. "They're like me."
"Oh. Oh." The Principal finally caught on. He mouthed, "Hunters?"
"The best."
Dean and Sam raised their eyebrows as they exchanged glances.
"Nah, Macy," Richard shook his head. "They can't be the best. You said that the best are the Winchesters. They're the Smiths. Dean and Sam..." he trailed off, looking between the brothers. "Ohmygod."
The Winchesters laughed nervously. They didn't like the fact that, once again, someone knew all about them and they were left in the dark.
The bell rang, signalling the start of the school day.
"Well, Sam," the Principal said, shaking off his embarrassment. "I'd better be getting you to your classroom."
They left the office, leaving Dean and Macy alone.
"To the gymnasium?" Macy asked, starting to walk away.
Dean grabbed her arm. "Not just yet."
Macy ripped her arm from his grasp. "What?"
"How the hell does everyone know us?"
"Not everyone. Just Holly and her dad." She paused. "And me."
"And how do you know about us?"
"Most hunters know about you. Plus, I read." Macy glanced behind her on her desk.
Dean followed her gaze and noticed a well worn black book on a stack of papers. "No shit," he whispered, running to the desk and picking the book up. He held it in front of her face. "The Supernatural books? Seriously?"
Macy shrugged. "What? They're entertaining. And not to mention entirely true. Besides, Chuck isn't that bad of a writer."
"But this series only goes up to me-"
"Going to Hell, yeah, I know," she interrupted. "Chuck's given me his manuscripts."
Dean's mouth dropped. "You know Chuck? I thought he was dead!"
The smile Macy had on her face faded. "He is..." She glanced up at Dean, her blue eyes filled with sadness. "I was there."