𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 - Dean Winchester

the past comes back to haunt you

chapter v.

     It was Friday, the next day, when Sam came up to Dean, trudging down the school's halls with enough gloom to practically form a rain cloud over his head, his backpack dragging on the floor behind him.

"What's up with you Greg Heffley?" Dean said, chucking with a grin as his eyes followed Sam's unamused expression. He kicked his foot against the wall he was leaning on to be able to stand up straight.

"I need a new backpack," Sam said with a disgruntled huff and dropped his backpack at his feet. A pencil rolled out from one of the many holes that had been sewn up in past repairs. Its straps were broken and lay in long lengths on the tiled floor.

"Nothing a little duct tape won't fix," Dean replied, examining the damaged bag. Sam glared up at Dean and tilted his head down and to the side.

"You had this raggedy old thing the whole time you went to school and then you gave it to me. What is it? Twenty-five years old now?" Sam said.

Dean's mouth hung slightly open. It was the backpack his mother had gotten him on his first day of school. He treasured it, and took it with him everywhere he went until Sam grew old enough and it became his. He could name each and every crack, tear, rip, you name it on that bag. "That's an over exaggeration but something like that," Dean replied. Sam picked up the bag and held its mass against his chest as the straps were useless to support its weight.

"I need a new backpack," Sam said a second time, more like a statement than a request.

"How'd it get broken this time?"

"Dirk."

"Again? Man, I don't see why you haven't hammered that motherfucker's face in the ground yet."

"It's not that big a deal Dean, I'm fine. This thing is ancient anyway." Dean shook his head and huffed, he would have loved to show that punk a lesson. "Oh, and I need new pants."

"Didn't we get you new pants last year?"

"I grew out of them, it's called puberty." Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He waved his hand in the air, signaling that he would get both. Sam smiled and straightened up again.

"Cool, thanks. I'll see you later!" Sam exclaimed and turned on his heel. Dean caught him by the shoulder and spun him around.

"See me later? Where are you going?" Dena asked confused, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Barry? Dinner at his house? Every week?" Sam questioned, waiting for Dean to catch on.

"That was like two days ago." Sam laughed in his face, causing Dean to doubt himself.

"That was last week. I think you need to get a new watch." Sam tapped Dean on the arm for him to let go then caught up with Barry who had been waiting by the school doors. Dean looked down at his watch. Sam was right, it had been a week. He hadn't been keeping track, they all felt the same. If it wasn't for his brother who was waking him up for school every morning, he was sure he'd be laying in bed for a week, not moving.

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Dean chose to walk back instead of taking the bus, he needed the fresh air. He was tired by the time he got back, but the good kind. The kind where you're too exhausted to worry, to care, to numb to the world. He contemplated throwing himself over the rocking chair and falling asleep until his brother came home. The soft bedding was more than appealing. At the same time, however, he knew he had things that needed to be done. Buying new clothing for himself and his brother being at the top of that list. He'd gone through more than a few pairs of clothes the past week himself.