Don't you cry no more

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HEY GUYS! IT'S THE AUTHOR HERE. I'M SORRY ITS TAKEN SO LONG, I FORGOT I EVEN HAD THIS STORY!!!

Dean gave a hearty helping of milk to the cereal that he picked up the night before.
He was fuming, to be frank.
He hadn't heard from John yet, but the school process was still going ahead-They had received a letter through the post, confirming their places.
He decided a long time ago that he wasn't going to try, so he could get kicked off easily. School was Sam's thing, not his.
School wasn't the only problem, it was how he was going to be leaving Sam. Anything could get his little brother, and then John would kill him!
"Hey Dean!" Sam practically chirped, causing Dean to roll his eyes.
"Alright, Sammy? You packed our bags?"
Sam dramatically slumped into a ticket chair.
In a monotone voice, he replied: "Yes, Dean, and the container of salt."
Sniffing slightly, Dean turned to Sam.
"Anything could get you Sam, so having back up salt is perfectly normal!"
Sam gave Dean an incredulous look.
"Yeah, I'm sure I'll fit right in with my lighter, salt and freakin' holy water- maybe in the group of weirdos."
Dean stood up, and passed the pint of milk to his brother.
They ate in a companionable silence.
"Well, you say that now..."
Sam turned, alarmed to his brother.
"What are you gonna try?"
Dean scoffed.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it Sam."
"You're trying to get expelled! Dean, you have to try! You need to pass!"
Dean picked up his leather satchel and turned.
"I don't need qualifications, Sammy, I'm in the family business. You should learn that."
"Dean! You're being stupid! Promise you'll try."
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his brother, Dean fumbled for his keys.
"Dean! Promise!"
Not being able to upset his brother, he responded:
"Fine. I promise- you cool now, Sammy?"
"Very. And it's Sam- I don't want people thinking that's my name."
Ruffling his brothers hair once again in an almost subconscious tradition , Dean ushered Sam to the door.