MISSIONS

Chapter 3- Repeating

*Dean's POV*

That nerd sat in my freakin' seat. Thankfully, he left so I could wallow in my throne of solitude. Okay, it was just a chair, but whatever. Can't a guy joke around a bit? It's already bad enough that I'm getting held back.

Picturing the conversation I was about to have with Sam, I needed all the solitude I could get to plan it out.

"Hey Sam, I failed 11th grade, so I'm dropping out to be a full-time hunter and will never get my proper education."

"Sammy boy! Gettin' left back. Me. Dean Winchester. Repeating. Facts."

"Yo, Sammy! I flunked school because I'm a bum!"

This conversation won't go well.

*Later that day*

"Dammit Sam, hurry the hell up!"

"Alright, Dean, I'm coming." Sam reassured. He was having a conversation with his friend, Gabriel. He's also known as the trickster. Gabe and this guy, Crowley, always compete about who's the better prankster.

I saw Sam running up to me with a big smile running across his face. To be honest, I loved seeing my brother happy. It's one of those little things that brings light into this God-forsaken hellhole.

"Hey, Dean. Sorry, I was talk-"

"Gabriel. I know. Your boyfriend."

"Shut up! H-he's not my boyfriend! We're just friends, nothing more, nothing less. And I'm completely straight," Sam said, blushing like a teenage girl.

"Whatever you say." We got in the car, my beautiful Impala. The love of my life. What would I do without my baby? That would be a nightmare I'd rather not experience. I started driving us home. Our house was pretty crappy, to be honest. We've always had issues with plumbing, stains on the walls, freezing in the winter, and blazing hot in the summer. That's the life of a hunter, I suppose. Hunting doesn't make you as rich as Bill Gates. The house was small and cheap, but it's all we could afford at the moment.

"You think Dad will be home?" Sam asked.

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe," I reply. It's a stupid question to ask, but I don't say it. Dad's never home. He's usually out saving people, hunting things, the family business. Gotta kill some sons of bitches. On the rare occasion that he is home, he's usually sprawled out on the couch, drunk, drinking, or both. Occasionally, passed out.

"Hey, summer break is just around the corner," Sam spoke up. "How does it feel to be a senior next semester? I can't wait to finally be a sophomore. Being a freshman sucks."

"I need to tell you something."

"Wh-what is it? Are you alright?" Sam asked with an obvious concerned tone and look on his face.

"Well, Sammy, it looks like I won't be graduating next year. Gotta repeat the 11th grade," I admitted.

There, I said it. Knots formed in my stomach as I awaited his answer.

"Oh."

That's all he said. Oh. I saw disappointment in his eyes. I didn't tell him I was planning on dropping out to become a full-time hunter. It's already hard enough to hear how your older sibling, the one person you looked up to, turned out to be a total failure.

Silence was the only thing that remained until the end of the drive home.