How Are You Alive (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 4)

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Everybody needs inspiration
Everybody needs a song
A beautiful melody
When the nights are long

When I Look At You by Miley Cyrus

~SCHOOL GYM - PRESENT~

I walk into the gym and smirk as Dean is dressed in a white skirt and tight red shorts, with a red headband on his head. Okay I will admit Dean's ass looks hella good in those shorts but I'm not taking him back...

He blows a whistle, then addresses the class. Yep you guessed it Dean and I are posing as staff. I'm a librarian and he is a gym teacher. "Today, you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule...dodge." He says as he throws the ball into one of the classmate's stomach but the kid doesn't dodge.

"Ugh!" The kid groans. "Sorry." Dean chuckles nervously. "Uh. Substitute Coach Roth." A student says. "Yes?" Dean asks. "Ms. Boudreaux never let us play dodge ball." He says. "Well, Ms. B's in Massachusetts getting married, so we're playing." Dean says. "She says it's dangerous." Another boy says. "Take a lap!" Dean blows the whistle and I shake my head.

"But..." The kid sighs and he goes and does it anyway. "Who's the hot chick?" A kid whispers but Dean must have heard cause he turns around and I smirk as his eyes widen. Yeah it's not many times Dean get's to see me in a white blouse that's tight, a tight black pencil skirt and black pumps.

"Go nuts." He says not taking his eyes off mine and he throws all the dodge balls out of the bag and walks over to me. "Having fun?" I ask. "The whistle makes me their god." He smirks. "Right. Nice shorts. Mr. I'll never wear shorts in my life." I wink.

"Find anything?" He asks changing the topic. "I've been over the entire school twice. No sulfur." I say. "No sulfur, no demon. No demon, no case." He shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe I was wrong." I sigh.

"Well, it happens to the best of us. I say we hit the road, huh? But after lunch..it's sloppy joe day." He smiles. "Oww!!!!" A boy cries as he runs by Dean and I holding his nose. "Good hustle, Colby! Walk it off!" Dean says, cringing.

~LATER~

Dean and I are walking down the deserted school hallway. "How's the nonviolence assembly going?" I ask. "Apparently, shoving a kid's arm into a Cuisinart is not a 'healthy display of anger.' So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out of his ear?" Dean asks. "Which only comes from a seriously pissed-off spirit. It's got to be ghost possession." I say.

"Yeah, but that's pretty rare." Dean says. "Yeah, but it happens. I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body." I say. "All right, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?" Dean asks. "yeah, but where? I mean, there's no EMF. Maybe we could find out who it is, at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something." I say.

"Way ahead of you. I had to break into the principal's office to get this. Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal. Guess which ones." He chuckles and I roll my eyes. "No." I say as Dean unfolds paper he took from his pocket.

"So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook." He says and my eyes widen and I take the paper from him. "What?" He asks. "I recognize the name. Sam knew him. How did he die?" I ask. "He slit his wrists in the first-floor girl's bathroom." He says.

"That's where the chick got swirleyed to death." I say. "Exactly. So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?" he asks. "And using them to go after bullies, yeah." I say. "Well, does that sound like Barry's M.O?" Dean asks. "From what Sam told me...Barry had a hard time." I sigh.

~FLASHBACK - JANITOR'S CLOSET~

Dean and I are making out, I pull away from the heated kiss. "So tonight I'm thinking you, me, a bucket of popcorn, extra better..." He whispers in my ear and I giggle, quietly. "Mmm, kinky." I tease. "And the midnight screening of 'I spit on your grave' at the Cinedome." He smiles.

"We can't. We have to watch Sammy." I say. "So?" Dean chuckles. "So if we don't watch Sammy and your dad finds out, he's gonna kick our asses." I say. "Yeah, my dad's terrifying." He rolls his eyes. "Or we could tell you're father about us and he might let us have date nights." I say, biting my bottom lip.

"Yeah no." He chuckles. "For how long?" I ask, crossing my arms. "How long what?" He asks. "Are we going to keep us being together from your father and Sam." I scoff. "A couple more weeks at least." He says as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Seriously?" I ask. "Yeah, we got a pretty sweet setup going on." He chuckles. "Us sneaking around all the time, is a pretty sweet setup?" I scoff, not believing what I am hearing. "Mmm-hmmm." Is all he says. "Yeah...I guess.' I sigh, rolling my eyes. "What?" He asks. "Yeah, but doesn't the sneaking around get tiring?" I ask but he doesn't respond and I sigh and leave the closet, just as Sam and one of his friends who I think Sam called him Barry, walk by.

"Yo! Sammy!" Dean yells and I wave at Sam as he turns and smiles.