What Makes a Home {Supernatural}

What Makes a Home {Supernatural}

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"Now...you all know why you're here. Though I'd love to give all the gory details, I'm under strict legal stipulations not to. Some of you I've never seen, some seem to have an addiction. All of you will sit here for four hours. None of you will work on your projects or practice. It'll be like an extended time-out. You get to sit here and simply 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 of what you've done; it's brilliant, really." Fergus waxes on, using hand motions every few words to illustrate. This situation makes him very happy, made obvious by not only the lilt of his voice but the twisted smile on his face. "None of you will talk. None of you will move unless I say so. Enjoy your stay." What happens when a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a prince, and a criminal are forced together for Saturday detention? 𝗦𝗣𝗡 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝗔𝗨 - two-part one shot 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Contains underage use of marijuana and cigarettes, discussion about abusive/neglectful parents, anger issues, etc ℂ𝕠𝕡𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥: I do 𝘯𝘰𝘵 own Supernatural or The Breakfast Club, any lines from either, or the photos and gifs I use. I 𝘥𝘰 own this fic, original lines, any OCs, and the book cover. All rights reserved. Please do not steal
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All credit goes to dreamoflight on An Archive of Our Own. "So, how was your first day of school?", he asks in this typical superior parent-y voice and Dean rolls his eyes at him, slumping down in the chair and opening a can of beer and taking a huge gulp. "I fucked this one guy on Friday night", he says and Sam drops the knife he had been holding. "Dude... seriously?!" "Sam. You're gonna like this. Promise." Sam frowns, picking up the knife again and continues cutting onions, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. "Now guess who's my new art teacher?"

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