Tattoos

IX

{Misha is the fucking best, okay? Don't think so and I might just shun you}

Dean woke up to his little brother, Sam, jumping on his side, which hurt, especially because he's a giant.

"Ow, Sammy, get off!" Dean flailed his arms and kicked, eventually knocking his brother to the floor; luckily he's still in his jeans and sweater from his date with Cass.

"Where were you last night?!" John yelled, storming into his eldest son's bedroom.

Dean groaned and rubbed his head. "With a friend, Dad. Didn't Ellen call you and tell you I was at the Roadhouse?"

"No, she didn't! She wasn't even there! Who were you with?"

Mary came in after hearing all of her husbands yelling and rubbed his back, but glared at Dean. "Dean Samuel Winchester, where the hell were you?"

"I was with a friend! We went out to the Roadhouse and talked for a while!"

Mary rolled her eyes. "And you didn't bother to share your plans with your parents?! We almost called the cops to go for a search!"

"Can you guys really not trust me that much?! I'm not a little kid anymore!" Dean yelled, shoving his school books into his bag.

John walked through the door. "Do you not remember what happened last time we let someone out of our sight? Do you want that to happen again?"

Dean shook his head, tears threatening to pour loose just at the memory.

"Come home after football practice, no excuses."

Dean nodded, pushing past both of his parents and slamming the front door shut, not bothering to take the Impala or grab breakfast before leaving.

How dare they mention that? They used it to threaten me, all because I left for a couple of hours! Do they even know how touchy of a subject that is?! I almost killed myself when it happened! Fucking parents and their dumb-

"Need a ride?" Dean recognized that voice to be his girlfriend, Bella. She winked and Dean tried his hardest not to roll his eyes, so he climbed in the front seat, staying silent.

"Everything alright?" Bella asked, in her stupid, annoying, British accent as Dean described it in his head.

"Perfect" he mumbled, gripping his bag tighter.

Bella nodded and smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips and continued driving, not bringing up the subject again, which Dean was overall thankful for, because if someone did they wouldn't live another moment.

Bella tried telling him to have a good day and text her if he wanted to talk but Dean huffed as a response and continued his walk to the schools doors.

Charlie wasn't at her locker like she usually is, which Dean found kinda sketchy. He shrugged it off once he saw Alastair. He grabbed ahold of his school jacket and dragged him into an empty classroom.

"Heya Dean. What's got you all feisty?" Alastair asked, that stupid smug grin plastered on to his evil face.

Dean glared at him. "I need a resupply."

Alistair perked up an eyebrow. "Of?"

"Whatever you have. I really don't care. I'll pay you tomorrow before school."

Alistair shrugged and handed Dean what he wanted, he and Winchester have a complicated relationship. Alistair only knows two things about Dean and Dean only knows one of Alistair. Funny thing is, their relationship revolves around one thing.