Trouble

What are you wearing???

Victoria's POV:

I handed the guys there outfits for tomorrow. Dean was finishing up the last phone call.

"Okay so I got all the teachers to take a day off." He told us. We nodded our heads.

"What teachers did you have take off?" I asked.

"The janitors for access to the attic , the gym teacher there's two gym teachers so I called them both off so we can see if the students have any strange marks on them, and some roman or Greek or whatever class to get access to books for future references." Dean told us.

"Okay well Sam can be the janitor since he's tall an-" Sam cut me off.

"What does height have to do with anything?" He asked.

"You can get into the attic easier." I told him. He nodded his head and I continued.

"Garth you can be the roman whatever teacher. And don't screw up or blow our cover." I said.

"Dean and I will be the gym teachers. Wait is this a high school?" I asked.

"Middle school." Sam said.

"Alright. Well rest up so we can act like we know what we're doing." I said. The guys and I left and went to our hotel room.

I put my gun under my pillow and fell asleep. I woke up at 5 to get ready.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and put on basketball shorts and a tee shirt so I looked like a gym teacher.

When I came out of the bathroom Dean was already dressed.

"What are you wearing?" I asked and tilted my head. He was in red Jean shorts, a white tee shirt, and had a red sweatband on.

"Gym clothes." He said. I laughed and shook my head. Garth came in five minutes later with a suit on.

"Okay good now let's see you Sam." I said. He walked out of the bathroom in a janitors costume.

"Alright we aren't bringing weapons today because we are just inspecting. But id bring a gun and keep it hidden just incase." I said.

They nodded their heads and we all got in the impala. Of course me sitting next to Garth.

"Why don't you like me?" He asked.

"I don't work with monsters." I said keeping my head straight.

"Well I'm not a bad guy." He said.

"Vic just give him a chance." Sam said.

I looked at him and but my lip.

"Fine." I said.

We arrived at the school and Dean and I went to the gym.

"Okay they left us a schedule." I said.

"We have first period to ourself and then from second period to fifth we have classes. Then sixth we get our lunch then seventh period to eleventh we have a classes too." I told him.

"Okay well while we have the 45 minutes off how about we figure out what these kids are doing." He said. He put on a whistle and I rolled my eyes.

I opened the storage to see a bunch of stuff.

"Okay here it says at the beginning they have to run for five minutes." Dean said pointed to the spot on the paper.

"And since they aren't here we can do what we want with them." He said.

I nodded my head and looked at him.

"What should our last names be?" I asked.

"Mr and Mrs. Smith." He said.

"No I'm not married to you. You can be Mr. Smith I'll be Ms. Bailey." I said. He nodded his head.

The bell rang and students ran in.

They sat on the bleachers and waited for instructions.

"Alright listen up!" Dean shouted. They all became silent and looked him and I.

"You have 3 minutes to get into those locker rooms and get dressed. If you aren't out by then you get to run and extra three minutes." He said.

He blew the whistle and they all ran to the locker rooms.

"Hey not to tough they're little." I said.

He rolled his eyes. When the student came back we started then with running.

"Move it! Move it! Move it!" Dean yelled.

"Really! Your walking! Not in my house now run!" I yelled.

"Do I need Ms. Bailey to show you how to run?!" He shouted.

When it hit the five minute mark Dean made then stand in a line.

"Alright small people today we are gonna do whatever Ms. Bailey wants. I don't want to hear any complaints." He said.

Dean turned to me to speak.

"Thank you Mr. Smith. Today we'll be practicing the basic skills of volleyball. Such as serving, passing, setting, and bumping." I said.

"Hey! Dude with the hair spiked up!" Dean shouted.

"Come here!" He said. The guy walked over to him.

"Are you staring at her?" Dean asked pointing to me. I pretended I didn't notice and went to fill out attendance.

"Well yeah she's hot." The kid said. I was trying so hard not to laugh.

"Yeah I know she's hot." Dean said. I looked up at him and waved pretending I didn't know what was happening.

The kid and Dean both waved back. Dean slapped the kids arm and the kid put it down. I chuckled and Dean winked at me.

"She may be hot but she's also to old for you. So go get a ball out like the rest of the kids and practice." He told him.

I got up and walked over to Dean.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Nothing." He said. I went to the storage and grabbed a volleyball for myself and Dean to practice.

When lunch time came the guys and I ate in the gym.

"Find anything?" I asked Sam.

"Well I was in the janitors closet in hall C and I could hear people talking and walking around in the attic." He said.

"What about you Garth?" I asked.

"Yep I found some books and I took them." He said.

"Good. Dean and I didn't notice anything weird about the kids except the fact that all the guys thought I was hot." I told them.

Sam and Garth laughed.

"Alright well get back to your class cause after this we have some hunting to do."