Winchester Child

Chapter Nine

"How was school?" Dean asks me as soon as I walk into the hallway across from the library. He has his jacket on which means that he just got back from something and he has a duffle on the table closest to me.

"Where've you been?" I ask, looking around him towards the duffle.

"Out." He says and I raise my eyebrows at him. "Demons." He explains and I nod. "School?" He questions again.

"Fine." I shrug "Not bad."

"Did you meet people? Get lotta homework? Nice teachers? Mean kids? Your schedule? Do you got everything you need?"

"Patty the lunch lady is pretty cool." I say. I step into the library and look at the books on the table. 'Myths of The H-' is all I can read before he puts his hand down and leans on the table, blocking my vision from it.

"You made friends with the lunch lady?" He asks as he starts to clean off the table and puts the book into the duffle.

"Always make friends with the person who makes your food." I explain grinning, as I pull out a chair and he nods. I take my backpack off and put it down, leaning up against the table, and then sit down.

"What about everything else?" I ask as he sits down across from me.

"Homework is homework. The teachers are teachers. Kids were fine. I haven't had every class yet cause it was the first day but so far I have everything I need. Thank you, concerned parent, but you're interrogating me." I smile.

"Hi" Sam says dully as he walks in. He takes a seat next to Dean and squints his eyes at me.

"Hey." I say back

"I don't mean it like that but it's just high school was so great! Just making sure that you're enjoying it." Dean says.

"Okay Mr.High-school-was-my-peak but it's not really that great. I go because it's illegal not to. No offense or anything but high school sorta sucks." I say.

"I second that." Sam says, seeming to somewhat snap out of his squinting daze.

"Are you serious? You don't like high school?"

"Do I look like the kind of person that wants to waste 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, most weeks a year, for a bunch years in a building in the middle of no where with both students and faculty who are only there because they have  to be?" I ask a little too intensely and Dean goes silent.

"Shit." He says after a while "I really am the father to a teenage girl." He laughs and at first I laugh too, but then goddamn I can't hold back.

"Did you just 'blame' my opinion on my age, gender, or both?"

"Neither." He clears up, fast. "Your angst." He says and I shrug.

"I can live with that." I say. I look to Sam or a moment of help but honestly, there's nothing that he would be able to say.

"Dean, you were a pretty angsty kid too." He says and my eyes pop out of my head a bit.

"What?" both Dean and I ask at the same time. He asks more surprised than me, and I just shake my head as he leans his left elbow on the table and turns to Sam.

"You were." Sam laughs and Dean starts to deny it.

"I was not! You were the angst filled teenage nightmare if I remember clearly."

"You can't because it was you." Sam says still laughing, but starting to get competitive.

"All those times you ran away from the motels? Stayed out late? All that shit you did with... uhh... substances? In high school no less." He asks, trying to not sound like a bad influence.