A Good Type of Mistake

Chapter 6

Dean Winchester POV

The screeching of Dean's alarm clock woke him up at 6:00. He grunted and reached out with one arm to slap the thing, hoping it would shut up. The clock kept beeping at its obnoxious volume, sounding like a dying barn owl. Damn, those things were loud. Dean cursed inwardly and snapped open one eye to find the offending object. He reached out again and hit the snooze button successfully this time, rolling over and falling asleep again. Five minutes later, the incessant beeping started again, getting louder and louder as it went on, but Dean slept through it this time. Sam heard it finally and slammed open the door to Dean's room.

"You useless walnut!" he bellowed, rousing Dean out of his sleepy daze. "Get the hell up!" Sam marched over to Dean's clock and turned the volume up even higher so it was wailing and screeching so loudly that it was a wonder the neighbors didn't call the police. It sounded like someone was being murdered. Sam snatched the bed covers off Dean and left the room, trailing the duvet behind him.

"Cold." Dean whined. "GIVE!" he called out to Sam.

"Get up!" came the reply.

Mentally cursing Sam, Dean rolled out of bed and tripped over his boots by the bed, too sleepy to catch himself and falling flat on his back with a dull thud.

Dean grunted as he fell, the hard floor shocking him awake even more than the alarm and cold house had. He pulled himself to his feet using the bed next to him as a crutch and flopped onto it with a huff. He blinked blearily and rubbed his eyes. then he remembered. today was Friday. he has his physics test today, the one he hadn't even started to study for. Not that he was really nervous, he had just wanted to refresh his memory before walking blindly into the test. Too late to study now.

Dean stood up and pulled on a pair of jeans, an army green t-shirt and his leather jacket on top. Stuffing his feet into his boots, he walked out of his room and into the kitchen, nearly knocking over a plant on his way in. When did he get so clumsy?

"Eat." Sam ordered, shoving a bowl in front of Dean. Dean raised one eyebrow at his little brother. When did Sam become the one who was taking care of then when dad was out?

Dean silently ate the cereal Sam had placed in front of him and ran upstairs to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Running back downstairs, he opened the dishwasher and placed his bowl and spoon inside, kicking the appliance shut behind him as he turned and opened the door into the garage where his car was.

"Sam," he paused before leaving turning to look at the boy sitting in the kitchen. "Useless walnut?"

Sam blushed. "Shut up you jerk."

"Bitch." Dean replied with a smile. He grabbed his keys off the hook by the door and walked out to his car. Sam was getting a ride from a friend today, some girl named Jessica was coming to get him, so Dean was free to get to school on time and attempt to study before his test.

Opening the car door, Dean got into his Impala and started the car. The engine turned over smoothly and purred, the sound music to Dean's ears. He turned his music on and Back in Black by AD/DC filled the small space. Dean opened the garage door and pulled out, trusting Sam to shut it behind him when've left with Jessica. Pulling out of the driveway, Dean started down the street, quietly singing along to the music and taping on the wheel in time with the beat. He turned off the street and onto the main road, speeding up to the speed limit.

The Winchesters only lived about two miles from the school so technically, Dean could have taken a bus to school or even walked bit driving his baby to school was so much better. Plus the bus came at an ungodly hour in the morning so there was no way Dean was going to take that mode of transportation.