Chapter Ten
Dean Winchester was tired. He was tired of always doing the same thing, of moving somewhere for two, three weeks tops. He remembered the one time he felt like he had had a home – when he was with Sonny, back at his home for delinquent boys. He'd had a life there. He found his first love, he made friends at school – and then his dad had ruined everything all over again.
Sometimes Dean really hated being the obedient child. Sometimes he wanted to be like Sam, always questioning the man.
"Dean, get ready! I need you to take your brother to school," John Winchester stood in the doorway of Dean's room, and said, "I'm leaving for a hunt tonight. I won't be back for a couple days, at least. At most, two weeks. See you, son," He turned and left the room.
Dean sighed. At least he got the car.
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"Come on, Sammy, you're gonna be late! Chop, chop, chop, let's go!" Dean shrugged on his leather jacket, and put on his necklace that he got from Sam as a Christmas gift several years ago.
He managed to get Sam into the car with everything, even grabbing a bag of donuts on the way. He started up the 67' Impala – God, how he loved hearing that engine roar – and got them going to school.
"Here," Dean said, throwing the bag of donuts at Sam. "Eat up. Breakfast."
Then Dean dropped Sam off at middle school – "See you later, Sammy. Bye." - and Dean drove himself to high school.
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Dean drove into a parking spot, stopped the car, and sighed. Another school, more stupid teachers, and more annoying, oblivious students.
Dammit, I can't deal with this today, Dean thought. I'll try to get through first period, but if the teacher is a condescending idiot, then I'm ditching.
He walked into first period class. The teacher wasn't even there. When the teacher finally arrived, 1) he was late, 2) he yelled at everyone to get out their math homework, and 3) he put an assignment on the board, then sat in his chair and spent time on the computer.
Dean couldn't stand lazy-ass teachers.
Fifteen minutes in, he stood up abruptly and said, "I've got to go to the bathroom." He slung his backpack over his should and strutted out of the classroom. It was obvious that he was ditching, yet the teacher made no move to stop him.
Dean was grumbling when he heard the voice. "Leaving so soon?" someone asked.
He turned and looked. Almost as if appearing out of nowhere, there was a girl about fifteen years old leaning against one of the lockers.
"Get to class," he said. "You're too young to be ditching."
"Who says that I even attend school here?" she asked.
Dean didn't know how to respond to that.
"Now, Dean Winchester, you're an interesting one," she said, coming close and walking in circles around Dean.
"You protectively take care of your little brother, and watch him while your dad is out hunting the supernatural."
She stopped circling and looked him straight in the eyes. "Your brother wants a normal life. What do you want? To be the obedient son? I think not," she said with a little laugh.
He stared at her in awe. How the hell did she know so much? What else did she know? And what was she? A demon?
"Oh, Dean Winchester," she said, stepping close and shaking her head lightly. "You're a special one. You've got a hard road ahead of you. I'm sorry for that." She looked at him with saddened eyes.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
She gave a slight, sad smile. "A friend."
Slowly she started backing away.
"Winchester?" Dean's teacher popped his head out of his room, looking down the hall at Dean. "Who are you talking to?"
Dean gave him a look that said, what are you, crazy? Do you not see the chick standing right there?
He looked behind him in the direction of the girl. She was still standing there, giving him that sad, knowing smile.
Dean looked back at his teacher. He still had the exact same look, the 'who are you talking to' look.
"She's right there," Dean said, looking at the teacher and jerking his thumb behind him. "Right there!"
He turned and looked back at where she was standing. The hallway was empty. Only him and his teacher.
His teacher shook his head. "You need help, Winchester. Either get to class, or leave."
Bewildered, Dean got into his car, and drove away.