Highschool.
Living hell.
This was the third highschool in the last six months and Dean was pissed.
Pissed he had to start all over again. For the third time. Sure he didn't understand calculus that well but he was tired of relearning the same skills.
This school was Lillian James High, in Chicago. John was working werewolf case in south Chicago, leaving his boys to their schooling for a few weeks.
First day of school, and Dean was on his edge, ready to punch someone in the face. This school was too crowded, unlike the last one.
The last one was quiet and peaceful compared to this loud, untidy campus. He could only hope he'd make it through the day without killing anyone.
On his way to dreaded gym, he accidentally bumped into a boy. The boy seemed around his age, maybe a bit younger, and definetly a few inches shorter.
"Sorry.." was all Dean managed before the response of "It's alright. I'm Jimmy by the way, Jimmy Novak." slipped into his ears. They exchanged a handshake and a "Dean, Dean Winchester" before Dean trekked on.
When he heard the bell ring, he thought the angels would sing. Well, the biblical ones. He avoided any eye contact with anyone as he headed to the Impala and waited for Sam to hurry his scrawny self up.
