"I swear to god, I'm going to strangle Sam Puckett," says Jared, collapsing into a chair as he enters the teachers' lounge.
Jensen snorts. "Dude, you are not allowed to threaten students."
"Not to their faces, just to you," says Jared. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Sam isn't a real student. She's some sort of demon sent to test me."
"You think Satan sent Sam Puckett just for you?" Jensen asks. He hands Jared the coffee he poured for himself; Jared obviously needs it more.
"Am I a bad person? I mean, bad enough to deserve her?"
"Bad, but not that bad. What did she do, anyway?"
"Okay, one, she brought bacon and didn't share.
Jensen snorts. "Dude."
"Hey, that is seriously unfair! Then she tried to attack me with a sock full of butter."
"I think she could probably get expelled for that."
"It didn't connect or anything. I guess she threatened me with a sock full of butter. But it hadn't been refrigerated and it was really--melty. So then she started eating the butter."
"And didn't share that with you either, I bet," says Jensen, shaking his head.
"You're mocking me, aren't you."
"You're routinely terrorized by a seventeen-year-old. Yeah. I'm mocking you."
Jensen snorts. "Dude, you are not allowed to threaten students."
"Not to their faces, just to you," says Jared. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Sam isn't a real student. She's some sort of demon sent to test me."
"You think Satan sent Sam Puckett just for you?" Jensen asks. He hands Jared the coffee he poured for himself; Jared obviously needs it more.
"Am I a bad person? I mean, bad enough to deserve her?"
"Bad, but not that bad. What did she do, anyway?"
"Okay, one, she brought bacon and didn't share.
Jensen snorts. "Dude."
"Hey, that is seriously unfair! Then she tried to attack me with a sock full of butter."
"I think she could probably get expelled for that."
"It didn't connect or anything. I guess she threatened me with a sock full of butter. But it hadn't been refrigerated and it was really--melty. So then she started eating the butter."
"And didn't share that with you either, I bet," says Jensen, shaking his head.
"You're mocking me, aren't you."
"You're routinely terrorized by a seventeen-year-old. Yeah. I'm mocking you."
"Oh, shut up."
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