Chapter Eight
8.)Chapter Eight
He finds Sam in an office identical to the one he just left. It doesn’t matter what town they’re in, be it big city or village-esque, the schools are all the same to him. Sam is sitting - make that slouching - in a chair on the wall furthest from thee door. He can hear a murmur from the office behind Sam and assumes that the teacher is ripping a new one to whoever gave his brother the black eye. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Dean makes his way to Sam with a sly grin.
“Good going Sam.” He says, “I was just gunna ditch but this? Way better than a trip to the nurses office.
Sam gives a roll of his eyes, muttering something under his breath. “No way dude,” Dean says, “You’re nine. You don’t get to play the trouble maker. That’s my job, remember?”
When Sam only answers him with a helpless shrug, Dean finally notices Caroline. She’s as close to Sam as she can get from her spot on the chair beside him. Dean raises an eyebrow at the way she’s glaring at the room in general. “Dude,” he muses, “You gotta tell me what happened.”
Sam shrugs again and Dean is about to rip Sam a new one himself. It’s one thing, pulling this shit with dad and clueless ‘adults’ but him? After everything? Yeah, this was not going to continue.
“Sam,” Dean sighs the name, moving to take a seat at the other side. “stop being a -” he glances at Caroline, “pussy.”
Sam glances up at him as Dean pats his back. “Dean,” he says in what Dean dubs as his whiny voice, “Forget it okay? It’s nothing.”
“Sammy,” Dean urges, “Come on, it’s me. You don’t get a black eye for nothing.” Sam gives him a look, the one that is always accompanied to thoughts of dad and his hunts. It makes Dean roll his eyes. “Hunting’s not nothing.” He tells Sam.
“Sure,” Sam says, “whatever.”
Dean grunts at the dismissal. “God,” he exhales, forgetting about the child listening in on every word. “You’re such a bitch.”
“He is not!” Caroline’s five-year-old voice interrupts their moment. “Take that back!”
Dean grins at the protective tone. “You don’t even know what that means.”
Sam coughs, “actually,” he says, “that’s kind of the issue.”
Dean blinks at his brother. “What?”
Caroline, lifting her chin, crosses her arms at him and glares. “He was mean.” She declares, as if that explains everything. Dean looks to Sam for interpretation.
Sam sighs his defeat and shakes his head. “This guy was picking on Caroline,” he begins, “so I told him to back off and he hit me.”
“You hit him back?” Dean demands.
Sam looks surprised for a moment, and snorts as he shakes his head. Dean doesn’t know what Sam expected. He isn’t some mama’s boy whose going to freak out over one little fight. Besides, this is Sam. It’s good to know that nobody can mess with his brother even when he’s not around. “Sam,” he says when a few moments past and the boy doesn’t answer.
“Why do you think you’re here, Dean?” Sam demands. “Yeah, I hit him, okay.” He sounds guilty and Dean doesn’t understand why. It doesn’t matter. Dean finds himself grinning at his brother and patting him on the back.
“Don’t worry about it, Sam.” He says, “It’s good that you did. I mean, now he’s not going to mess with little Carrie over there, right?”
Caroline glowers at the nick name. She huffs at the both of them, turning her gaze towards the door where Dean came in from. “It’s not fair.” she mutters with a pout.
“Don’t worry about it,” Dean repeats, keeping his hand where it is. “So, you suspended or what?”
Sam doesn’t answer and Caroline pouts at the door. Dean snorts at the pair they make, his mood entirely too good for it to last. “Come on, Sam. Lets get outta here.” Dean makes a motion to lift himself from the chair.
“She said she wanted to talk to you first.”
Dean pauses with a frown. Great, he thinks. Just what I need, another meeting with the principal. “Oh,” he says out loud, settling back in his chair. “Okay then.”
And they wait.
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