Challenge Accepted [ destiel ]

American Idiot

//Dean

·~· meanwhile at the winchester bros ·~·

"Dean!" Sam called, the youngest Winchester bursted through the doors, shaking him awake, "Dean, Dean get up! School starts in five!"

Dean immediately shot up and accidentally kicked Sammy's face. Sam fell to the floor but brushed it off, frantically running out the door. Dean looked through his drawers and picked out a faded white shirt and black slacks, a grey sweater, slipped on a black beannie, then he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

He really should get some new ones soon, there were scratches all over it from working at his uncle's salvage yard.

He pulled in his shirt and pants, running out the door with a tooth brush in his hand and his backpack in the other. He spat out and rinsed, out the door he goes, where Sam waits in his beloved car, his black slick '67 Chevy Impala.

"That was your fastest time," Sam said, holding up his phone where the timer said 4:25.

"You said you were gonna stop doing this!" Dean sighed, annoyed, and turned on the ignition and drive towards the school.

"If it makes you feel any better," Sam pocketed his phone, "We actually have fifteen minutes 'til school starts."

"Shut up," Dean sang along quietly to the radio.

"I can't believe we're back in Sioux Falls," Sam added, "Same town, different school."

"Yup, this place brings memories," Dean shivered.

It was their third school in four years, and they plan on making Sioux Falls High their permanent high school. Now living on their own while their Uncle Bobby keeps tabs on them.

Dean is your average smart guy, so was Sam, except times two.  Dean's a senior, and in all his schools he was the big nerd. He likes reading books, and watching shows like Doctor Who and Sherlock.

Sam's a sophomore, and Dean has always taken care of him since their dad hasn't been around because of reasons.

Despite that, their dad had taught Dean how to defend himself and fight, and Dean soon taught Sam when kids at his middle school started picking on him because of his height for being so short.

Well, they can't do that anymore.

"Here we are," Dean got out of the car, followed by Sam, "My new hellhole for the rest of the year."

"You're lucky it's only the second week of the school year," Sam chuckled, walking along side Dean, "I hear it's bad luck to start senior year in the middle of the year."

Dean shook his head, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Let's just get our schedules."

·~·

Dean and Sam walked into the office. One guy stood waiting for the nurse, ice pack on his head. Two girls, obviously the popular chicks, were waiting. Both of them had dark brown hair falling on their shoulders.

They were scrolling on their phones when one of them looked up and stared at Dean.

"And who are you?" She asked, nudging her friend.

"Uh--um--I uh--" Dean stuttered, swallowing his words, so Sam nudged him in the stomach a little.

"I'm Lisa Braeden," she said, "And this is my bestie, Zoë Rivas."