MISSIONS

Chapter 1- To The Principal's Office

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to us, but to the creators of the TV show Supernatural.

Authors' Note: Major changes have been made to this story, so if you would, start again from this chapter (trust me, you'll like it).

-authors: Shere & Emily

*Dean's POV*

"Jimmy Novak, please report to the principal's office."

Boring, boring, boring, I thought as my eye lids drooped closed.

"Psst," a small, feminine voice behind me caught my attention. I turned around to find none other then Lacy Millers smiling at me. I smiled back, still a little groggy from my almost nap. She handed me a slip of paper. I turned around in my seat and opened it. There was a message.

Ah, I see, I thought. Passing notes?

You free Saturday?

Was I? Probably... probably not... I had to write something back though. Just as I put my pencil to the paper, the announcements turned on again.

"Dean Winchester, please report to the principal's office."

I looked back at Lacy, and she looked at me with a disappointed expression. I stood and shoved the small piece of paper in my pocket. The whole class was staring at me as I left the room. I made my way out into the hallway and saw a kid with a trench coat, even though there was not one cloud in the sky... and he wasn't even outside.

Weird-ass kid, I thought.

I ignored him and made my way to the principal's office. Knocking on the door, I was greeted by our school principal. He was an old man with salt and pepper hair, who somehow managed to always look like he was in desperate need of a nap.

"Dean, good. Glad you're here." Mr. Catalano took a seat behind his desk. He let me sit down before he took one deep breath and dropped the bomb.

"Dean, you're going to have to be left back."

I was shocked into silence for a minute.

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked, outraged.

"Don't talk to me like that. Look, your grades are poor, you have reckless behavior, and all you do is slack around. It's the end of the year, so there's no time to make up for all of this. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to repeat the 11th grade," the principal spoke sincerely. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"You have no idea what it's like," I protested. It was true, doing well in school is tough when you secretly have to fight demons and all that supernatural crap.

But of course, I couldn't say that to him. I couldn't say it to anybody...

"You're right, I don't know what's it like. It just has to be this way. Your brother and father would be so disappointed. And to think, your brother is a star student, completely different from how you are."

I sat there silently. What would Sammy say about this? My father probably wouldn't care. All he cared about was hunting. It's been like this ever since mom died. Frankly, I think he would have been happy that I could focus more on hunting than school. But Sam? No doubt he'd feel embarrassed to be related to a drop out.

There is also the fact that he's comparing me to my brother. Everyone knows that I'm nothing like Sam.

"Dean?"

"I'm leaving. Who gives a damn if I get left back or not? I'll just drop out."

"Dean, listen to me-"

"NO. I'm out of here."

I got up from the seat and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me.