"Are you… Studying?" Sam asked when he walked into the kitchen.

"What?" Dean asked, looking up from his book. Sam raised his eyebrows and sat at the table across from him. He was convinced he was seeing things.

"What are you doing?"

"There's a stupid counselor at my school who won't get off my back about my grades."

"Um, it's only been two weeks."

"Apparently Bobby told him some things. Anyway, I figured give the man what he wants and maybe he'll leave me alone."

"How's that working out for you?" Sam asked.

"I've read one page five times because each time I zone out."

"Want my help?"

"No thank you."

"Come on Dean! Let me help!"

"No freaking way Sam! I do not need my baby brother helping me with math!"

"First of all, that's a physics textbook," Sam said.

"Math is a part of physics isn't it?" Dean snapped.

"Second of all, if you're actually attempting to study, you're already desperate."

"Piss off."

"Fine. Don't say I never offered."

"Oh believe me, I will never be speaking of this ever again."


Sam walked up to the cafeteria doors for lunch. He stopped for a second and decided it wasn't a good idea. He tried to walk off but Brooke showed up and stopped him.

"Winchester!"

"Hey Brooke."

"Missed you at the dance. I thought you were coming. What happened?"

"My dad came to visit. I'm sorry, I should have called."

"I get it Sam. It's okay."

"Hey you alright?" Sam asked, noticing she was a little bit upset about something.

"It's nothing."

"Come on. You can tell me."

"Can we go somewhere?"

The two walked behind the school. They found a big oak tree and sat underneath it.

"So what happened?" Sam asked.

"My friend thinks I spread a rumor about her," Brooke answered, rolling her eyes.

"What?"

"We were at the dance and her crush asked her to dance with him so they did. But now I guess he's not speaking to her and she thinks I told him that she likes him."

"Well that's stupid."

"I know! But she refuses to even listen to me."

"Have you tried talking to the guy?" Sam suggested. He wanted to help but teenage girl drama was a bit of a stretch for him.

"And say what? Can you tell my friend I didn't tell you about her crush on you so she stops being mad at me?"

"Well I mean, it's a start," Sam said, trying to make a joke.

"We have never fought about anything before," Brooke said. "And now suddenly it's about a guy?"

"I'm sure this will blow over soon."

Brooke sighed and put her head on Sam's shoulder. Sam panicked and put his arm around her to try to comfort her. They sat there for a few minutes and Sam relaxed. He kinda liked this.

"Oh God." Brooke said suddenly.

"What?"

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!"

"What, what, what?"

"She and I are supposed to work on the English project together! What am I gonna do?"

"Can't you just talk to her?"

"Kinda hard to talk to someone who doesn't want to talk."

"What if I'm your partner?" Sam asked, the words coming out of his mouth before his brain could process.

"What?" she asked, sitting up and looking at Sam.

"Y-Y-Yeah. I mean, I don't have a partner yet and it's not like anyone's going to want to partner with me anyway so why not?"

"Thank you Sam."


Dean stared at the physics test on his desk. Normally an F wouldn't bother him. Hell, he wouldn't even care. But then he flipped it over and saw the mandatory referral to the tutoring center.

When the bell rang for class to be over, Dean ran out and went to the office.

"I need to see Mr. Matthews," he told the lady at the desk. She called his phone and he came right out.

"Hello Dean."

"What the hell is this?" Dean asked, shoving the papers in his face.

"Calm down Dean, it's school policy. You fail a test, you get an invitation to the tutoring center."

"Yeah, a mandatory invitation."

"It's just a check in."

Dean left the office and followed the map to the tutoring center.

"Dean." Kelly said, a little bit surprised when she saw him walk in. "What can I do for you?"

"Here's the thing," Dean said. "I don't do school. I don't do homework, I don't do tests, and I certainly don't do tutors."

"But you got a referral?" she asked, knowing exactly where this was going. Dean handed her the paper. "So here's what we do. For each referral, you have to complete a certain amount of hours. They can be before school or after school."

"Yeah, that's really not going to work for me," Dean said, starting to get annoyed.

"We do have the option of private tutoring where someone comes to your house."

"Great," Dean said sarcastically, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Except it's only on the weekends and the sessions are longer because of the limited time."

"And if I don't do the tutoring?"

"Then you'll keep failing and get assigned more hours. A certain amount of uncompleted hours can lead to detention."

"That doesn't scare me."

"You really don't have anything going for you, do you Dean?" Kelly asked, crossing her arms. Dean shrugged. Kelly grabbed one of his hands and pulled a pen out of her pocket. "I know you have a younger brother to get to, so here's my number. Call tonight and we can work something out."

"I can only call regarding tutoring?" Dean smirked. Kelly laughed.

"Trust me. You're not my type Dean."

"Yeah, I've been told that before," he whispered in her ear. He winked at her and left the tutoring center. He walked out to the parking lot and saw Sam leaning against the car.

"Stupid counselor?" Sam asked.

"Stupid tutor," Dean answered. Sam giggled and the two went home.


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