The child // Dad!Dean

Road trip

Good evening, dear people

This is a really long fucking chapter :)
So strap in.

It's going to be fun, it's going to be sad.

But before u go off, here are the TW's: mentioning of physical abuse, helicopter mom, injustice in the school system

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„Where's my daughter?"

With those words Dean burst through Ms. Smiths office doors. His heart was besting so hard it made his vision a little blurry, so it took him a moment to notice the four people staring up at him as if he has lost him mind.

His attention shifted to Kyra right away. She was sitting in an uncomfortable looking plastic chair, slightly slumped forward. What really caught Dean's eye was the bruise on her right cheek. It was still forming, but had already taken on a greenish colour.

„Who did that to her?" Dean demanded to know, pointing at Kyra. Murder was written across his face as he turned his eyes to Ms. Smith.

„Mr. Winchester, would you please calm down and take a seat." The elderly woman said dry as a desert, gesturing towards the empty chair next to Kyra.

Reluctantly Dean followed the order. Bending over to Kyra he whispered: „You okay?"

„Yeah, I'm amazing." She hissed back sarcastically.

„So, once you're done over there, you could focus on the meeting, Mr. Winchester."

With a deep breath, Dean nodded, looking at Ms. smith again. She gave him a pointed look, turning to the other two people in the room.

„These are Mrs. Geller and her son Jeremy, the boy your daughter assaulted." There was a very accusatory tone in the woman voice, which Dean did not like at all.

She hadn't even told him exactly what happened and already labeled whatever had been going on as assault. But right before Dean was about to open his mouth and say something that he probably shouldn't have said in a situation like this, Jeremy's mom beat him to it.

„You daughter viciously attacked my son!" She wrapped her arm around Jeremy, who had an ice packet pressed on his nose. Judging by the dried up red stains over his face and the bloodshot eyes, Dean assumed he had a broken nose. „I demand you punish her! Both of you!"

Her eyes flickered between Dean and the principal, similar to a nervous animal. When no one said anything for a second she got louder, her voice reaching an annoyingly high pitch.

„She hurt my baby boy, unprovoked!"

Jeremy stayed quiet, giving anyone who would look at him big, sad puppy eyes. It was a trick Dean knew all too well.
In his experience it was fake, mostly used by bullies to get out of trouble and it had always worked surprisingly well.

„It wasn't unprovoked! He was bullying another kid!"

Dean turned around to Kyra who had bent forward so she could give Jeremy a mad glare. But the boy just let out a whimper, leaning against him mother, who started stroking over his shoulder.

This is absolute bullshit!, Dean thought.

His eyes wandered over to Ms. Smith to see if she actually bought this poor performance. To his big surprise she was actually giving Mrs. Geller a sympathetic smile, then she turned back to Dean and Kyra, the same cold expression on her face as before.