Dear Addiction

Chapter eleven

It was the kids first day back to school and all Dean wished was to be anywhere else, preferably passed out on Sam's couch, but in the middle of the school's crowded halls. Pushing past children and frantic parents as he followed his brother, and the kids down various halls, at first going upstairs before they realized they'd gone the wrong way. As they managed to get back down the stairs, and walked back down the hall they'd just come from, Dean decided being passed out on Lee's law, something that always led to being awoken by sprinklers, would've been better than roaming down the musty halls. A faint smell, similar to a chuck e cheese, hung in the air. Finally after turning down another hall they came to a stop in front of Ellie's classroom. 

Elllie looked up at Sam saying something that Dean couldn't quite hear from a few feet away. "Dean," She cried, turning away from Sam to look at Dean, a few strands of hair had fallen in her face, where it stayed as she made no attempt to push them away.

"Yah?" He hummed in response. He took a step closer to the others as a child ran past him, a quite angry mother following closer behind.

Dean lent slightly on his right foot. "Look!" Ellie cried once again. She turned pointing at her classroom door, which was just a simple metal door, with a gold plate across the center, the word kindergarten engraved across it. "It's my class!"

Dean smiled, as Ellie began bouncing, tugging at Sam's arm. "Yah, it sure is," Dean replied.

Her bouncing paused, as she looked to Dean, then back up at Sam, "Can we go inside?" She begged, "Please! Please! Please!"

Sam laughed nodding his head, "of course princess."

Dean followed Sam and his kids into the classroom, the hallway suddenly seeming much more inviting as the screams of children only increased. The room itself wasn't very big, though the furniture was small, round desks that barely reached Dean's knee filling most of the space, with chairs placed around them that weren't much taller. Across the back wall hooks hung, already some containing backpacks with small cubbies below for pencils and other supplies they may have brought.

It was the stereotypical kindergarten class. The walls filled with bright posters, and shelves with more toys than books.

Dean hung back at the doorway with John as Sam was dragged across the room by Ellie. Her excited scream only blending in with the mix of other children. It was filled with chaos and all Dean could do was cringe.

"Wanna wait for your dad in the hall?" Dean asked, getting a small nod from the young boy.

Together they walked back into the hallway, where Dean rested against the wall, his eyes darting across the floor, in an attempt to avoid John's stare. "So," Dean began, looking up at the young boy. "You excited for your first day back?"

He got a small shrug in response. Other than the lack of speaking, he was just like Sam was when he was a kid, from the fluffy brown hair, to the fact that he always had his nose in a book. Name the kid anything else and Dean would have been able to be around him, feeling more than just guilt.

"Do ya have friends in your class?" John nodded. "That's good. Classes are shit if you don't." After John had nodded once again in agreeance Dean didn't make any attempt to talk instead flipping through his phone in hopes to seem busy. Continuing to do the action until Sam had stepped out of the classroom.  

"Alright buddy let's get you to your class," Sam said to his son as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leading him back down the hall. Dean followed behind back down the hallway they'd just come from, and up a staircase, where they turned into the first classroom. Unlike Ellie's, the 2nd grade class had single desks all sat in proper rows, most empty, with kids and parents instead standing around them.