After School Special
"Definitely ain't clean." Sam spoke up as we stood in the supposedly haunted bus. The EMF detector he held was beeping and lighting up like crazy.
Dean stepped out of one of the rows, shotgun in hand. "Here ghosty, ghosty, ghosty. Come out, come out, wherever you are."
Evie giggled as she sat in one of the seats.
"Even Evie knows you ghost hunting methods are wrong." I pointed out.
"I don't get it." Sam said. "No one ever died on this bus. It's not like there's a body hidden in here."
"But a flap of skin, a hair--hell, a hangnail. Something's gotta be tying the ghost to this place. We gotta find it." Dean stated. He moved back up the alise, sitting down in the drivers seat, rifling through the stack of papers and books in the glove department.
"Honestly, this is just reminding me why we should homeschool the kids when they get old enough." I sat down in the front row.
"We don't want our kids to be little weirdos, Si." Dean said.
"They're related to you, that ship has sailed." I replied. "I'm just saying, since we move around a lot anyway, I think it'd be easier. I could teach them. It'd be easier than switching schools every week."
"Maybe Saige has a point there." Sam spoke up.
"I don't know." Dean shrugged.
"I just don't want our kids to go through what I went through in school." I stated.
"Well, first of all, that won't. Because I'll kill any little jerk who tries anything." Dean stated. "Second of all--"
I sighed. "We're gonna be called into the school a lot. I can see it coming."
"Hey, got a new driving permit, issued two weeks ago." Dean waved the paper in his hand.
Sam moved to sit next to me. "Just before the first attack."
"Yeah. Name of the bus driver is Dirk MacGregor Sr. Thirty-Nine North Central Avenue." Dean stated.
"MacGregor?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Why?" Dean asked as Evie moved to stand next to him.
"I knew his son." Sam explained.
"You knew everybody at this school?" Dean asked.
"Seems so." I sighed, bouncing Wyatt on my knee.
1997
Saige was walking out of the school building when she spotted a group of kids forming in the parking lot. She sighed, moving over to investigate. In the middle was Sam and another boy, fighting.
"Sam, stop it." Saige shoved through the crowd just as Sam threw a punch, knocking the other boy to the ground. "Samuel Winchester."
"You're not tough. You're just a jerk." Sam told the boy. "Dirk the Jerk."
"Sam, enough." Saige grabbed his arm.
The crowd caught on, repeating the phrase in a chant as the kid stood and walked off.
"Come on." Saige led Sam away. "You shouldn't have done that."
"He hit me first." Sam defended.
"Okay, then hit him back, but name calling is--"
"How can you say that when the whole school is saying you're--"
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Guided {Dean Winchester 4}
Fanfiction"You came back." I whispered, gripping him tight. "You're here." "I'm here." He whispered back, lips brushing my shoulders as his arms wound around me. "I'm here. I'll never leave you again." I was so happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to hold him here...
