"She was a true fighter, you could see it in her eyes. She was not born strong, she was made strong."
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She met him one time and was never able to forget that handsome face of his. When they met, it was the wrong time, more for him than her thoug...
I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.
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4x13 Part Three
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High School changes people. Some for the better, some for the worse. ~Anonymous
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"So, you were friends with Dirk?" Mr. McGregor led the trio into his living room.
Nadia and the boys looked around at the pictures and plain decor.
"Yes, sir, in high school." Sam answered the short silvered haired man.
Mr. Gregor was not very tall and was a little on the heavy side weight wise. He wore a dress shirt with a brown vest on top, a pair of jeans and some loafers.
"I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman." He gestured the three to sit down. "Here, sit. Sit down."
They did as they were told, sitting on the couch while Mr. McGregor sat across from them in a chair.
"When did Dirk pass?" Nadia asked, curiously.
The topic of his son caused Mr. McGregor to have a look of despair on his face. "He was eighteen ."
"What happened to him?" Asked Sam.
"Well, there was, first, drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs." He explained. "And then he just slipped through my fingers."
Mr. McGregor looked down. "It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk, he, uh. . .he had his troubles."
Dean's forehead crinkled, the older Winchester inquisitive. "What kind of troubles?"
Mr. McGregor went quiet for a beat before speaking. "School was never easy for Dirk. We didn't have much money, and, well, you know, kids. . .they can be cruel."
Sam nodded knowingly at that until a look of shock and misunderstanding came upon him as Mr. McGregor said, "They picked on him."
Remembering Dirk as the one who picked on other kids, Sam asked, "They picked on him?"
Mr. McGregor nodded. "They called him poor and dirty and stupid. They even had a nickname for him: Dirk the jerk."
Sam's heart dropped into his chest as he gulped in guilt, giving he was the one who gave Dirk that nickname.
The younger Winchester was so racked with remorse, he looked away.
"And after what happened to his mother, he. . ."
"His mother?" Nadia asked.
"Yeah, Jane, my wife. She died when Dirk was thirteen. Cancer."
At this point, even Nadia and Dean were feeling bad for the kid.
