Bye Bye

01

"Dean!?"

The world was blurry, Dean could barely make out the figure in front of him.

His mom.

Shit.

"Dean?! Are you alright?!" She shook him by his shoulders violently. He couldn't tell if she was concerned or pissed off her ass.

The thick smell of smoke assaulted his nose and the sound of sirens pierced the air.

Dean rubbed his eyes and exhaled loudly as his surroundings cleared and memory came back to him.

The school. The fire. Justin.

"Ma'am, please step away from the boy for a few moments," A large man in a police uniform with a creepy looking mustache walked over and pulled my mother gently off of me. "You are Dean Travis, eleventh grade, sixteen years old, am I correct?"

"Uh, yeah,"

"You are under arrest for arsenal and possession and handling of illegal drugs."

"What!?" Dean tried to stand up from the stretcher he was sitting on but the man put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him down. Dean looked at his mother for some sort of support but she just stood there with her arms crossed, looking livid and disappointed, a look Dean despised.

"Don't worry son, actually you're only in custody until proven innocent," the officer patted Dean's back, practically knocking his eyeballs from his skull.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Dean said blandly.

"Of course!" The man laughed, it was like someone put a loud speaker to Dean's ear and screamed into it. "We have special arrangements for you, son."

Special arrangements? Oh boy.

So much for finishing the school year quietly, Dean thought. It was already April, two and a half months and he would have made it to the end of his junior year, all A's and no problems.

"I'm sure you'll like it there!" The man bellowed and Dean realized he had zoned out.

Like it where? I'm not being sent to some prison camp or something right?

"Uh mom?" Dean glanced to his mother, this time she didn't look as angry, thank god.

"Dean, I'm sorry..." she walked over to Dean and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I think this is the best for you in this situation...but honestly, I never thought you would have done something like this...I never thought I would have to send you to somewhere like that!" She began to cry, and Dean felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt fall over him, but he couldn't say anything to his mother, only pat the small Filipino woman as she sobbed.

"Dean!" Suddenly a middle aged white guy ran over to Dean and his mother. Dean scowled at him. He was his stepfather, who didn't really deserve to be named.

"What happened!?" The man yelled. Dean's mother grabbed his arm and pulled him away as they engaged in a very serious looking conversation with lots of explaining and nodding of heads.

"Dean my boy!" Dean looked over his shoulder to see the police officer lumbering back over to where he was sitting. "I just called the center and they're ready for you to be sent as soon as possible!"

"Uh, sent where?" Dean asked, trying not to sound like he had zoned out on the officer's previous explanation of where he was going. "Exactly?"

"Why, Dean, you're going to Oregon Correctional Center for Troubled Young Men!" The officer frowned. "I'm sure I just explained in full detail..."

Dean's eyes widened. A correctional Center!?  Dean suddenly understood the situation. He was being sent to hell.