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September 4th | 5:46AM
Dean jolted at the sound of his alarm going off, blaring on the nightstand by his bed. He let out a groan before reaching out a hand to smack the clock off. He leaned up to check the time, reading the flashing red digits; 5:47AM.
He had to get up earlier since he had to wake Sam up cause John was essentially never home. He blessed that though. Without another thought, Dean soon got up, stretching and letting out a groan.
He'd swiftly change into a fresh pair of clothes; a pair of jeans over a pair of black boxers, an Aerosmith shirt, a flannel over his shirt, then his leather jacket. He'd throw on his shoes before making his way out of his room then down the flight of steps.
He usually made breakfast for him and Sam, he actually became pretty great at cooking due to the myriad times he had to.
He'd make some scrambled eggs, bacon, and brewed some coffee. He let out a content sigh as the pleasant scent invaded his senses. He couldn't say that he was the best, but he knew people enjoyed his cooking.
With a little pep in his step, Dean made his way back upstairs to wake Sam. Swiftly passing some baby pictures that were saved, portraits hanging on the walls.
Quietly, he opened the stainless, pallid door and strode in, making his way over to the bed Sam lied asleep in.
Sam looked so tranquil when he was dormant, Dean didn't want to wake him, but he knew he had to. He had future plans for his little brother. He was going to take Sam away from this place and keep him at his place. He hated what he had to go through, all the hostility and repugnance.
Dean let out a sigh before jarring Sam lightly awake. "Come one, Sammy. Gotta wake up," he whispered. Sam had shifted slightly before slowly peeling his eyes open with a groan, a hand unconsciously balling up and coming up to rub his eyes wearily. Dean smiled faintly, " morning, sunshine." A small smile spread across Sam's lip. "Mornin', De," he greeted.
Standing back up, Dean took a step back. "Come on, I made breakfast," he announced before disappearing out into the hall, leaving Sam to get dressed and ready.
It wasn't much longer until Sam, fully dressed with a tired look, was coming down and taking a seat at the dining table. Breakfast was already set out on the table, ready for Sam to dig in. "Whatcha want to drink?" Dean asked, looking to Sam as he reclined against the counter. " Coffee," Sam croaked.
Dean set out two mugs before pouring the freshly brewed coffee into them. He'd set one mug down in front of Sam then sat down across from him. He took a sip of his coffee before digging into his own breakfast.
"Amazing as always, De," Sam complimented, an appreciative smile on his face. Dean grinned, quickly glancing down then back up to his little brother, "thanks."
Half expectantly, Dean's phone went off in his pocket, alerting him of a call. He dug out the cellular device and checked who was calling. Of course, John Winchester.
Sam had looked up expectantly, wondering who it was, half guessing their dad. "Dad," Dean spoke before answering the call. "Yeah?" he questioned.
It was silent for Sam, aside from Dean's line of speaking from time-to-time. Then the line went dead. Dean shook his head as though bad news had arisen. "He'll be back by next week..." he announced. Then silence filled the room.
***
The Winchesters were now in the Impala, Dean driving them to the high school.
His heart was pounding in his chest, he felt so nervous and sick. He was mentally unprepared on his first day back. Senior year— his last year before he is sent off to live on his own.
Sam must have noticed just how nervous Dean was as he placed a hand on his older brother's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "It's going to be okay, Dean. Trust me, plus, I'm sure you have a free period," Sam tried to console. Dean nodded along, trying to think up more reasons not to be so worried and incapable.
Dean let out a sigh, he couldn't be letting this get to him. He's supposed to be happy that he was close to living on his own. No, this wasn't going to bring him down– not today.
"I'm good, Sammy," he breathed, turning to look at his little brother and give him a reassuring smile. Sam returned the smile, his dimples making an appearance. Sam patted his shoulder, letting him know that it was all going to be okay.
Hell, Dean was supposed to be consoling Sam– not the other way around. But it did feel good to know that his little brother always looked out for him when he was left vulnerable.
Once at the school, Dean cut the engine to the Impala.
The boys stepped out then walked the distance to the school doors, being greeted by tired and "devoted" teachers. Their friends should be there soon to give them much more motivation and courage like they usually did.
***
Dean and Sam had to part ways since they were both in different grades, but it's not like they were in separate rooms or anything, sets of tables were labelled with Freshmen, Sophomore, Junior, and Senior.
It would be a while before either of them got their schedule since there were thousands of students in the gymnasium.
Dean had looked around to see if he recognized anyone. Of course, there was Charlie who looked as though she's ready to leave. Jo was mindlessly looking around until she caught Dean's eyes, a small uplifting her cheeks and making her give a small wave to him.
There were many more, but he barely knew them, he didn't care to get to know anyone else.
He'd spot out Crowley, the walking, talking drama-show of the school. Lisa, a girl he had dated who then left him to get back with her older boyfriend. Ash, Jo's brother, who knew a lot about hacking into things like Charlie, but he was a polar opposite to the redhead.
Then there's Garth, Anna, Adam, and Benny. Guess he did know more than he thought.
And then there was Castiel. He didn't know him, but he always looked like he didn't want to be at school at all. Something about him made him different from everyone else— but what?
He simply had short, black hair. Bright blue eyes. Was an inch or two smaller than him. Wore comfy looking clothes. But he always seemed so distant...
Dean turned his attention back ahead of him, feeling his legs get tired from standing a while. At least he didn't have to wait too long since the line was dying down.
Wonder how Sammy is holding up , he thought to himself.
***
Dean was glad to be out of the dreaded line and to be able to finally sit down and let his legs take a break. He'd glance at the crowd, waiting for his friends and Sam to join him so that they check each other's schedule.
He scanned over the classes he had for this year, his heart lightly racing in his chest.
- Room 202 - Mechanics - Mr. Singer
- Room 108 - Drama - Mrs. Audrey
- Room 219 - Computer - Mrs. Anne
- Room 220 - Photography - Mr. Tanner
— Lunch Block —
- Room 313 - Public Speaking - Mrs. Casslie
- Room 319 - Free Block - Mrs. Lesley
- Room 666 - Art Club - Mr. Charles
- Room 319 - Free Block - Mrs. Lesley
Mentally fist-bumping the air because he had two free periods, a small smile crept onto Dean's lips.
"You seem happy about your classes, Dean," Charlie interrupted Dean's train of thoughts, making him jump at the suddenness. Dean let out a small laugh, nodding, "yeah, it's just that I have two free periods, which is better than one."
"Lucky, I have to deal with Mrs. Millie," Sam chimed in, waving his schedule about. "What classes do you have, Sam?" Dean questioned, eyeing the piece of paper. Sam handed him the schedule.
- Room 219 - Computer - Mrs. Anne
- Room 213 - Algebra Ⅱ - Mr. Bower
- Room 313 - Public Speaking - Mrs. Casslie
- Room 169 - Home Ec. - Mrs. Millie
— Lunch Block —
- Room 240 - English Ⅱ - Mr. Wilson
- Room 111 - Gym - Mrs. Steven
- Room 190 - Phys. Science - Mr. Stine
- Room 108 - Drama - Mrs. Audrey
Charlie had looked over Dean's shoulder as they scanned the paper. Charlie let out a short, loud laugh, drawing some attention to them. "I remember Mrs. Millie, she made us put condoms on bananas so we could learn "protection", it was hilarious!"
Sam let out a small groan, "did everyone have to do?" Charlie nodded with a shit-eating grin, earning another groan from Sam.
A little while after most students had gotten their schedule, the principal and assistance started an open ceremony. Like every year, they announced events that will happen during the first month, pestering everyone with rules.
Most paid attention to what the staff had to say, but Dean couldn't help but glance at the mystery guy, Castiel.
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