52 Things

Chapter 1

Dean's POV

The worst thing about it was, that they thought they got him. They presumed that they knew why he acted the way he did. But they didn't know shit.

It wasn't the Daddy issues, or family problems, or stress, or a cry out for attention. Dean had  sickness of the soul. His problem couldn't be cured so easily. No amount of discipline could make a difference.

The only good thing he'd had in his life was Sammy,  but now he was gone too. Dean wanted to be happy for him, really he did, but he couldn't help feeling that Sam had decided to go because of John. He couldn't help but feel neglected. But whatever.

Dean was no stranger to losing people he loved. You learn to get over it after a while. Or at least, you learn to act like you get over it.
"Dean Winchester". The falsely sweet voice of the principal's secretary called his name. Showtime. He chuckled to himself as he reminisced over what he'd done to get here.

"Of all the things you've ever done, Mr Winchester, this really takes the cake "

"Nice to see you too, Principal Turner. How's your wife?" Dean laughed, as he entered the familiar office, shutting the door close behind him.

"Janine's fine, since you're asking, but you're not going to charm your way out of this one, young man. Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Smash in the bumper of my Biology teacher's Benz with a crowbar. Yeah, I know. I should. I mean, I did it."

Turner shook his head slowly and sighed exasperatedly.     

"You are very lucky, Mr Winchester. Ms Adams has decided not to press charges on account of her feeling sorry for you."

There we go again. The pity points. Giving the school head case the benefit of the doubt. How noble of them.

"So", Dean asked, " What's the punishment this time. Detention? Cleaning graffiti? Suspension maybe? "

Another that thing about this school. What qualified for them as a punishment, wasn't so bad as far as Dean was concerned. Detention? More time away from home. He couldn't complain. Cleaning graffiti? That could be funny actually. There were some geniuses in this school when it come to ridiculing teachers. It was an art form. Too amateur for Dean though. Suspension? That was the best option of all. He got to miss school but he could act like he didn't. He just wouldn't tell John. That would be easy. If there was one thing that his dad was good at it was not caring. That way he could just get away from everyone.

Principal Turner sighed and chuckled slightly. "Not today, Dean."

Dean was confused. He'd just called him by his first name. What was that supposed to mean. He never did that. Dean didn't like where this was going.

The older man smiled at Dean then. A laugh line showing, eye crinkling smile. The kind of smile that scared the wits out of Dean. It assured him that he knew something.

"Maria", Turner said, pressing the small button on his grey intercom.

"Yes sir? ", his secretary replied.

"Send him in please"

"Certainly sir."
Send who in? What the fuck were they talking about? Dean presumed that he would find out soon enough.

After a second or two, the office door creaked open. Slowly and obviously reluctant, a boy who Dean had never seen before entered the room. He was raven haired with crystal blue eyes and a pair of old school black rimmed glasses. His eyes darted nervously when Dean looked at him. He began to fidget. Idiot.