So Tired Chapter 1
Title: So Tired
Author: Crowley_Gal
Characters: Dean, Sam, John. Some names you may recognize but AU, for example Benny is Dean's math teacher.
Genre/pairing: Gen
Rating: Teen for swearing
Word-count: ?
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Dean likes to swear.
Summary: The boys settle down for an extended period while John's away on hunt. It might be all fun and games for Sam but Dean's having a hell of a time trying to keep everything together.
Disclaimer : I don't own anything and I'm not making any money from this. I do it because Dean whumping is fun. I enjoy exploring the psychological make up of Dean's character.
Author's note : This is written for JennyTork's wish
Wish 4. The boys stop for over a year someplace. Sam thinks Dean is selling drugs (or worse) to get all the extra money they suddenly have. It's not until Dean ends up in the hospital for some reason that he realises Dean has been working two or three jobs.
I know that you like the brotherly love and devotion and there is not much here, as I'm trying to capture what I think the boys relationship would be like at their ages. I believe that the 12-14 range would be when Sam started to rebel against their live style. I also believe that 16-18 would have been a very rough time for Dean. John would have put more pressure and responsibility on him and I believe this would be right around the time John and Sam really started to clash and butt heads, with Dean feeling very caught in the middle. So this might not be 100% exactly as you intended as, I'm trying to convey the above thoughts and hope to eventually get the boys where to where you want them, so please bare with me. I'm very long winded and incapable of really writing anything short.
Chapter 1
Flagstaff Arizona
The first day of the new school year had always been Ben's Lafitte's favorite time of year. Even as a kid, he'd been kind of geeky and looked forward to it as much as Christmas. So it was no surprise to anyone when he decided to become a teacher. This year marked the beginning of his 13th year of teaching. He wasn't a superstitious man by nature but he hoped that wasn't an omen for the coming year.
He had a tradition that he did every year. He knew it would be frowned upon by those is charge if anyone knew about it, but it was something that amused him, and since no one knew about what was the harm, really. While he was looking over his class list, he attempted to sign names to faces of those students he didn't know, and as he looked out over the sea of young faces, he tried to pick out which ones where going to rise to the top, those who would struggle, the class clown, and who the trouble makers would be.
It was profiling based on appearances and he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He always liked to pull his list out at the end of the year and see how accurate his guessing was. He only had about a 50% success rate, so it was a good thing he went into teaching instead of being a criminal profiler.
He was jotting down his notes when the class bell rang. He put his pen down and greeted his new students.
"Good morning, class. For those who are new my name is Mr. Lafitte. I'll be your homeroom teacher for the year as well as you're math teacher for anyone who is taking Calculus. So announcements. You're locker assignments should have been sent in your welcome pack along with your schedules. Is there anyone who doesn't have either of these?"
One girl raised her hand. Ben was just in the middle of looking through his notes when the door opened and a young man strolled in.
"I'm not late am I?" he asked with what Ben could tell was a fake innocent look plastered across his face, telling the teacher that the kid had been late on purpose. He was wearing a leather jacket that looked about 3 sizes too big with the collar popped, there were rips in the knees of his jeans and they looked a little too short for him. His shirt was faded and frayed but the AC/DC t-shirt looked new . Looking at the names on his list, Ben immediately guessed this was the Winchester kid. James Winchester suggested Rebel without a cause (his favorite movie).
"Not too late," Ben said, amicably. He didn't want to accuse the kid of anything on the first day.
The boy didn't say anything, he just smiled at a group of girls sitting in over by the window. They giggled and started whispering to each other. The guys in the room frowned at the new kid. Benny resisted the urge to sigh. "Alright...um..." he paused and waited for the kid to supply his name.
"Dean."
"Alright, Dean," he had gotten that one wrong. "Please have a seat." He was kind of glad the only one left was in the front. This kid was going firmly on his trouble maker list.
"Kay, teach." With a cocky swagger, and another wink at the girls which caused them to start giggling again and the boys to shoot him more dirty looks. Ben resisted the urge to laugh at the disgusted look that crossed the kid's face when he realized that the only seat left was front row center.
After confirming that Dean had his locker assignment and schedule, and straightening things out for the girl who didn't, Ben started taking attendance. He realized that he didn't have a Dean on his list. He didn't want to embarrass the kid by asking if he had the wrong room, especially since he was new.
"James Winchester," he called.
"Dean," the kid answered. He glared at Ben, as if expecting something.
Okay, so he was right. James Dean Winchester was actually a name that suited the kid to a tea. He had a feeling the kid was used to people asking if his parents were fans of the actor. Not wanting to get off to a bad start he ignored it. He knew he made the right call when Dean visibly relaxed.
After running through the usual start of the year announcements, and addressing any last minute concerns or questions, Ben sent the kids on their way to their first class of the day.
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As much as Ben Lafitte loved the first day of school, 17 year old Dean Winchester hated it. He's rather be on the open road, hunting with his dad and listening to some Zeppelin to drown out the sound of his father and brother bitching at each other. Ever since Sam turned 13 and started his period he's turned into a real bitch. He complained about everything. Worse was that he was constantly thrust into the middle of the arguments, each wanting him to side with them. His response was usually to turn up his Walkman and attempt to drown them out. The problem with that strategy was each thinking he was siding with the other. It lead to more Sam bitching and lectures from his father about his responsibilities.
As much as he hated school, it was still kind of an escape for him because he got away from his dad and brother. So far that was the only reason he hadn't pushed hard to be allowed to drop out. He wanted to hunt full time with his dad but he did not like being caught in the middle.
Sighing, Dean checked his schedule and realized that math was his first class of the day. It was the one subject he was good at. He liked that it was just black and white. There was a right and a wrong answer. He was good at picking out hidden meanings in poems and short stories, thanks to his hunter training, but he found that teachers really weren't interested in some of his more creative interpretations. His essay on why he believed that Romeo only fell in love with Juliet because he was looking to get laid did not go over well with his English teacher, despite the fact the he backed up why he felt that way with lines from the play and led to a parent/teacher conference.
John laid down the law. The hunt he was taking on was a complicated on and they would be in town for a long time, so Dean had better not fuck things up with his attitude and getting in trouble. Under no circumstances was he going to get a call from the school regarding Dean's grades, attendance, or behavior.
He realized that he should have just stayed in class as his homeroom was also his math classroom, and Mr. Lafitte was his teacher. Dean did appreciate the fact that he didn't comment on his name. He really did not like his parents for that one. James was the name of his mom's brother who died as a baby and Deanna was her mother's name, so he was saddled with the handle of James Dean. Why they couldn't have given him his grandfather's name, he didn't know. His mom had thought it was a cute coincidence and apparently had a crush on the actor. He disagreed, but what could you do.
Detouring to his locker, he dumped his backpack in there and grabbed a note book, hoping he would look like an interested student. He couldn't say that he was shocked when he re-entered his classroom and found the look of surprise on his teachers face that he was taking calculus. He knew what people pegged him as from the moment they saw him. A bad boy who could only be headed straight to juvie or just got out of juvie. He actually liked the rep, somewhat because it stopped people from messing with him and got them to leave him alone. He just hated it when people it made people assume that he couldn't add two plus two. He wasn't stupid, he just didn't care. There was a big difference.
The problems started when he had teachers that cared. He preferred the crap schools with burnout teachers and overcrowded classrooms because often times he got lost in the cracks. If he kept his nose clean no one really cared if he turned in C work. It was when teachers realized that he worked below his potential and got all up in his business that made things difficult. This seemed to be one of those schools because the guidance Councillor took one look at Dean's transcript which was littered with C's, D's and a few F's and one or two B's and put him in the Inclusion program. He took regular academic classes but his last class of the day was devoted to the resource room where he worked with tutors on areas where he had trouble and they could monitor and make sure he was kept on track. It was better than being put in the Dummy class on a full time basis, and that was a horror he'd experienced more than once. He wasn't stupid. He wasn't.
He made sure he wasn't late so he wouldn't have to sit in the front row. His favorite spot as the back next to the window so he could take in the sites when he got bored. This classroom seemed to overlook the athletic fields, and Dean was hoping to catch some cheerleader practice.
After taking attendance, something else that made Dean groan as it made skipping class that much more difficult, Mr. Lafitte didn't waste any time.
"Welcome to Calculus II. Now, every year I like to see where we are and what we need to review from last year. No point in going over stuff if you all know it. So we are going to start off with a short quiz. Don't stress. It's not going to count for anything, as I said its just to see what you all remember from last year. They're the type of questions you would have seen on your end of last year exams and if you passed calculus I you should have no problem with them. Like I said it's more review. So take one back and pass it back. There are four questions, so I'll give you to the rest of class to complete them.
Dean accepted his paper and wrote his name at the top and read the first question.
Find the volume of the solid generated by revolving the region bounded by the graphs of the equations about the x-axis. y=1/x, y=0, x=5, x= 13. Use the disk or shell method, and state method used.
Dean relaxed a little. He could do this. He reached for his pencil but decided to show off a little and reached for his pen. He drew a graph in black pen and then solved using the disk method in blue and the disk method in red. His teacher could suck on that. Serve him right for looking at him like he should be in the math for dummies class.
He quickly solved the other problems and turned his attention to the field. Just his luck. Boys soccer. He double checked his work and waited for the bell to ring. Hopefully his next class would be more interesting.
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The day was every bit as long and boring as Dean expected it to be. He did like his physics teacher. Mr. Novak seemed like a cool guy. He took them outside and they played around with putting mento's in diet coke. That had been cool, watching it go flying. Then they went back in and Mr. Novak explained why they got that reaction, and why it only worked with the peppermint mentos and not the fruit flavored ones. If the class kept up like that it might be interesting. Inclusion was the exactly nightmare he'd been picturing. Mr. Lafitte had gone over his test with him. He'd done pretty good, scoring a 93. In his haste to show off he'd made 3 stupid mistakes. Given the fact that he'd done it in pen and solved all the problems using both the shell and disk method, Mr. Lafitte called him on it. He had Dean do the quiz again and slow down and explain his thought process. He'd gotten them all right on the 2nd attempt. Lesson learned. He was so glad to get out of there though. Caleb was going to be helping his father with the hunt and Dean wanted to talk strategy with them, even if he wasn't going to be allowed to help. Which sucked out loud.
Since it was the first day, and no teachers assigned homework, Dean dumped his full backpack in his locker and just grabbed his quiz. His father wouldn't be able to understand a word, or number, so all he would see was the A, not the stupid mistakes. He'd already gotten the "I'm counting on you" lecture so he hoped the assignment sheet would help prove his case.
Dean stood at just outside the main doors waiting for Sammy. His brother wouldn't be in a good mood because he was in a snit about having to be walked to and from school by his big brother. His latest complaints were along the lines of "I'm a big boy, now" or him whining about how he wanted a normal life. Normal sucked.
"Hey Sammy, how was your day," he asked his brother. Sam loved school and Dean hoped it would help them avoid the usual arguments about how their dad was ruining his life.
"Its was good," Sam said with genuine excitement. "Great, in fact. I think I'm really gonna like it here. My teachers are all good. We actually had discussions instead of just being lectured at. There are some really awesome field trips coming up too. Hopefully, Dad meant what he said that we'll be here for a long time. Don't screw this up for me, okay Dean?"
"It's not up to me," Dean defended himself, trying not to sound defensive. "It's up to dad. You know he could change his mind any time." He felt that small flicker of pain start up behind his right eyelid. Sam couldn't even let it go for one fucking day.
"I heard Dad tell you to behave or we might have to leave. I don't want to leave. I even made some friends. Anna, Brady and Sally want me to go their house after school tomorrow. Our teacher told us we were going to be a group and we could do whatever project we wanted for the science fair. We're going to try and come up with something really cool."
"I'll do my best," Dean said tiredly. "But you know that Dad can change him mind at any time, so don't blame me if he does."
"Whatever. I just hope he hurry's up and leaves soon. Our first field trip is next Friday to the planetarium. Dad probably won't let me go, but you will right."
"Sure, Sammy, whatever." First, Sam tells him to follow their dad's rules and then in the next breath he wants them broken. Sam was a typical teenager in that he didn't see beyond his own point of view. Their dad said no to field trips, Dean didn't. Therefore at that time, he was the cool one. But only until he said no to something. Then he was the no better than Lucifer, according to his brother.
"It's only 45 dollars. That includes the bus, admission, and supper on the way home. We have to have the permission slip and money in by this coming Friday. Dad leaves tomorrow right?"
"Yeah, he does." The permission slip was no problem, Dean could imitate John's signature perfectly. The money was an issue. "But Sam where am I going to get $45.00?"
"Dad leaves money."
"But thats for the motel and food. I doubt there's going to be 50 extra bucks lying around."
It was someone let all the air out of Sam. He went from elated to pissed in about 2.5 seconds. "Figures I never get to do anything good. What about the emergency fund?"
"What emergency fund?" How the fuck did Sam know about that? It was Dean's own private stash. Most times their dad never left enough or he was late coming back, so Dean always tried to keep some money lying around that no one knew about. It was never much, usually around 50 bucks. It was money Dean earned from doing odd jobs, like mowing lawns or shoveling snow. His father had no idea Dean had it or there would be hell to pay. There were times they'd slept in the Impala and Dean never mentioned it because it was strictly for when their dad was away.
"The one you have hidden in your duffel bag. I didn't tell Dad about it, you know. "
"What were you doing in my duffel bag you little..."
" Don't get your panties in a twist. I was just looking for some shampoo. I ran out. "
"Well if you didn't have hair longer than the lead singer of twisted sister you wouldn't have that problem would you. It doesn't fucking matter why. It's my stuff, keep your grubby little girl hands off."
"You're a jerk, you know that? I bet Dad would be super pissed if he knew you had that money when he needed it for ammo. He had to actually ask Joshua to borrow money and you know how much he hates that."
"Are you blackmailing me?" Dean accused.
"Call it what you want, but I want to go on this trip Dean. I want to be normal for once."
"Fine, you little asswipe, but if you even hint about that money I will end you. Don't come crying to me if we have to eat Ketchup Soup. I use that money for food you know."
"Sure Dean, whatever you say," Sam said dismissively. So what if Dean couldn't go on a date or something. He really didn't care. There was always enough food. He didn't remember being hungry. "What the hell is ketchup soup?"
"Nevermind, just keep your mouth shut or you won't be going anywhere." Sam clearly did not remember that time when he was five and Dean was 9. John was late coming back and the only thing in the house was those fast food ketchup packs. Dean had diluted them and heated them in a desperate attempt to feed himself and Sammy. Thank God, Pastor Jim had showed up or Dean hadn't known what he would do.
Dean was in a bad mood for the rest of the walk home. He couldn't believe that Sam was blackmailing him. That his fucking money. It was none of Sam's business. Dean always felt nervous when he didn't have that little extra cushion. Just once, Dean wished that Sam would learn exactly what it feels like to have to attempt to make ends meet. He just got so stressed out sometimes. The little throbbing pain was turning into a full scale marching band. God, sometimes he just wished he could run away from it all.
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The latest home of the Winchesters was literally named the Notel Motel. It was pretty crappy but not as bad as some of the places they stayed. At least it there wasn't vermin running around, like the last place. It was called the Scurry Inn, and that's exactly what the mice, cockroaches and fleas did. Sam spend the night at friends houses. Dean crashed at a local homeless shelter. It seemed safer than the motel. So far so good, , although Dean suspected that that they rented rooms by the hour in addition to by the week. It wasn't in the best neighborhood either. The chance of the room being broken into was greater, which meant that Dean would have to be hyper aware.
He actually didn't like it when they settled down for any length of time because he found there were more pressure and stress on him to keep everything running smoothly. It had happened twice before. Once when he was 13 and had gone head first into a grave stone. The resulting concussion had been very serious and he'd had a seizure. He was supposed to have been monitored for a year to make sure he didn't develop epilepsy. They settled into an apartment rather than a motel. His father attempted to hunt and make ends meet but it had been hard. The increase in living costs and money problems had caused John to drink more and yell more. Plus, he got very restless and 2 months in to their stay John left on a hunt. As always there wasn't enough money and the power company cut them off in the dead of winter. Sam ended up with pneumonia and Dean ended up getting yelled at for letting Sam get sick. They left after Sam recovered. Fortunately, he did not have another seizure, even after the medication had run out.
Time number 2 had actually come one year later when John took a job as a superintendent in an apartment building. It turned out the building was the job and it was haunted. Dean had to make sure he maintained the hypervigliance and make sure all the salt lines and wards were set at all times to make sure they were safe. Because they were at risk just living there, they had to stay in the protected apartment, literally at all times. It was the hottest summer on record. Sam bitched most of the time that Dean was ruining his life and Dean spent two solid months with a worse headache than he'd had from the concussion. Then Sam had snuck out one night, disturbing the salt line, and Dean ended up with broken ribs when the ghost attacked. Did his dad care about that? No, he was just pissed that Dean had let Sam out of his sight. They left after that too.
Dean could see the motel coming up in the distance. He really hoped that his father was planning to take Caleb's car and leave the Impala. It was a fair hike to school from the motel. Walking it every day meant that Dean would get a half hour less sleep every night.
The Impala was not in parking lot as Dean opened the door to their room. Dean threw his coat on the bed and picked up the remote to the TV. Sam settled at the table and pulled out one of his text books.
"Dean, do you think dad will get us an apartment?" Sam asked suddenly. He had an opposite view of the two times they settled down. He hadn't known the extent of Dean's head injury or about the haunted building.
I really hope not. "Not sure we can afford it Sammy." They had one motel room with two beds, which meant he and Sam were sharing for the time being.
"It's Sam. Sammy is for little kids."
"It's also for little bitches too." Dean was still pissed that Sam had the nerve to blackmail him.
"Shut up asshole. What's for supper."
"Whatever you want to make. You're so fond of claiming that you're a big boy you should be capable of making your own. Make me something too."
"Maybe dad will bring home pizza."
That would be great, but it was unlikely. The probability of peanut butter sandwiches or dry cereal were the more likely candidate. They had almost no food and if Dean had to guess the grocery store was the last place his father was at. He was most likely with Caleb at the library. He heard Sam get up and go rummage in the kitchen and complain about neglectful fathers and starving their children. Dean went to go find the first aid kit and hoped it wasn't possible to OD on aspirin because he dry swallowed four of them.
Please review and tell me if you like the start.
Author: Crowley_Gal
Characters: Dean, Sam, John. Some names you may recognize but AU, for example Benny is Dean's math teacher.
Genre/pairing: Gen
Rating: Teen for swearing
Word-count: ?
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Dean likes to swear.
Summary: The boys settle down for an extended period while John's away on hunt. It might be all fun and games for Sam but Dean's having a hell of a time trying to keep everything together.
Disclaimer : I don't own anything and I'm not making any money from this. I do it because Dean whumping is fun. I enjoy exploring the psychological make up of Dean's character.
Author's note : This is written for JennyTork's wish
Wish 4. The boys stop for over a year someplace. Sam thinks Dean is selling drugs (or worse) to get all the extra money they suddenly have. It's not until Dean ends up in the hospital for some reason that he realises Dean has been working two or three jobs.
I know that you like the brotherly love and devotion and there is not much here, as I'm trying to capture what I think the boys relationship would be like at their ages. I believe that the 12-14 range would be when Sam started to rebel against their live style. I also believe that 16-18 would have been a very rough time for Dean. John would have put more pressure and responsibility on him and I believe this would be right around the time John and Sam really started to clash and butt heads, with Dean feeling very caught in the middle. So this might not be 100% exactly as you intended as, I'm trying to convey the above thoughts and hope to eventually get the boys where to where you want them, so please bare with me. I'm very long winded and incapable of really writing anything short.
Chapter 1
Flagstaff Arizona
The first day of the new school year had always been Ben's Lafitte's favorite time of year. Even as a kid, he'd been kind of geeky and looked forward to it as much as Christmas. So it was no surprise to anyone when he decided to become a teacher. This year marked the beginning of his 13th year of teaching. He wasn't a superstitious man by nature but he hoped that wasn't an omen for the coming year.
He had a tradition that he did every year. He knew it would be frowned upon by those is charge if anyone knew about it, but it was something that amused him, and since no one knew about what was the harm, really. While he was looking over his class list, he attempted to sign names to faces of those students he didn't know, and as he looked out over the sea of young faces, he tried to pick out which ones where going to rise to the top, those who would struggle, the class clown, and who the trouble makers would be.
It was profiling based on appearances and he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He always liked to pull his list out at the end of the year and see how accurate his guessing was. He only had about a 50% success rate, so it was a good thing he went into teaching instead of being a criminal profiler.
He was jotting down his notes when the class bell rang. He put his pen down and greeted his new students.
"Good morning, class. For those who are new my name is Mr. Lafitte. I'll be your homeroom teacher for the year as well as you're math teacher for anyone who is taking Calculus. So announcements. You're locker assignments should have been sent in your welcome pack along with your schedules. Is there anyone who doesn't have either of these?"
One girl raised her hand. Ben was just in the middle of looking through his notes when the door opened and a young man strolled in.
"I'm not late am I?" he asked with what Ben could tell was a fake innocent look plastered across his face, telling the teacher that the kid had been late on purpose. He was wearing a leather jacket that looked about 3 sizes too big with the collar popped, there were rips in the knees of his jeans and they looked a little too short for him. His shirt was faded and frayed but the AC/DC t-shirt looked new . Looking at the names on his list, Ben immediately guessed this was the Winchester kid. James Winchester suggested Rebel without a cause (his favorite movie).
"Not too late," Ben said, amicably. He didn't want to accuse the kid of anything on the first day.
The boy didn't say anything, he just smiled at a group of girls sitting in over by the window. They giggled and started whispering to each other. The guys in the room frowned at the new kid. Benny resisted the urge to sigh. "Alright...um..." he paused and waited for the kid to supply his name.
"Dean."
"Alright, Dean," he had gotten that one wrong. "Please have a seat." He was kind of glad the only one left was in the front. This kid was going firmly on his trouble maker list.
"Kay, teach." With a cocky swagger, and another wink at the girls which caused them to start giggling again and the boys to shoot him more dirty looks. Ben resisted the urge to laugh at the disgusted look that crossed the kid's face when he realized that the only seat left was front row center.
After confirming that Dean had his locker assignment and schedule, and straightening things out for the girl who didn't, Ben started taking attendance. He realized that he didn't have a Dean on his list. He didn't want to embarrass the kid by asking if he had the wrong room, especially since he was new.
"James Winchester," he called.
"Dean," the kid answered. He glared at Ben, as if expecting something.
Okay, so he was right. James Dean Winchester was actually a name that suited the kid to a tea. He had a feeling the kid was used to people asking if his parents were fans of the actor. Not wanting to get off to a bad start he ignored it. He knew he made the right call when Dean visibly relaxed.
After running through the usual start of the year announcements, and addressing any last minute concerns or questions, Ben sent the kids on their way to their first class of the day.
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As much as Ben Lafitte loved the first day of school, 17 year old Dean Winchester hated it. He's rather be on the open road, hunting with his dad and listening to some Zeppelin to drown out the sound of his father and brother bitching at each other. Ever since Sam turned 13 and started his period he's turned into a real bitch. He complained about everything. Worse was that he was constantly thrust into the middle of the arguments, each wanting him to side with them. His response was usually to turn up his Walkman and attempt to drown them out. The problem with that strategy was each thinking he was siding with the other. It lead to more Sam bitching and lectures from his father about his responsibilities.
As much as he hated school, it was still kind of an escape for him because he got away from his dad and brother. So far that was the only reason he hadn't pushed hard to be allowed to drop out. He wanted to hunt full time with his dad but he did not like being caught in the middle.
Sighing, Dean checked his schedule and realized that math was his first class of the day. It was the one subject he was good at. He liked that it was just black and white. There was a right and a wrong answer. He was good at picking out hidden meanings in poems and short stories, thanks to his hunter training, but he found that teachers really weren't interested in some of his more creative interpretations. His essay on why he believed that Romeo only fell in love with Juliet because he was looking to get laid did not go over well with his English teacher, despite the fact the he backed up why he felt that way with lines from the play and led to a parent/teacher conference.
John laid down the law. The hunt he was taking on was a complicated on and they would be in town for a long time, so Dean had better not fuck things up with his attitude and getting in trouble. Under no circumstances was he going to get a call from the school regarding Dean's grades, attendance, or behavior.
He realized that he should have just stayed in class as his homeroom was also his math classroom, and Mr. Lafitte was his teacher. Dean did appreciate the fact that he didn't comment on his name. He really did not like his parents for that one. James was the name of his mom's brother who died as a baby and Deanna was her mother's name, so he was saddled with the handle of James Dean. Why they couldn't have given him his grandfather's name, he didn't know. His mom had thought it was a cute coincidence and apparently had a crush on the actor. He disagreed, but what could you do.
Detouring to his locker, he dumped his backpack in there and grabbed a note book, hoping he would look like an interested student. He couldn't say that he was shocked when he re-entered his classroom and found the look of surprise on his teachers face that he was taking calculus. He knew what people pegged him as from the moment they saw him. A bad boy who could only be headed straight to juvie or just got out of juvie. He actually liked the rep, somewhat because it stopped people from messing with him and got them to leave him alone. He just hated it when people it made people assume that he couldn't add two plus two. He wasn't stupid, he just didn't care. There was a big difference.
The problems started when he had teachers that cared. He preferred the crap schools with burnout teachers and overcrowded classrooms because often times he got lost in the cracks. If he kept his nose clean no one really cared if he turned in C work. It was when teachers realized that he worked below his potential and got all up in his business that made things difficult. This seemed to be one of those schools because the guidance Councillor took one look at Dean's transcript which was littered with C's, D's and a few F's and one or two B's and put him in the Inclusion program. He took regular academic classes but his last class of the day was devoted to the resource room where he worked with tutors on areas where he had trouble and they could monitor and make sure he was kept on track. It was better than being put in the Dummy class on a full time basis, and that was a horror he'd experienced more than once. He wasn't stupid. He wasn't.
He made sure he wasn't late so he wouldn't have to sit in the front row. His favorite spot as the back next to the window so he could take in the sites when he got bored. This classroom seemed to overlook the athletic fields, and Dean was hoping to catch some cheerleader practice.
After taking attendance, something else that made Dean groan as it made skipping class that much more difficult, Mr. Lafitte didn't waste any time.
"Welcome to Calculus II. Now, every year I like to see where we are and what we need to review from last year. No point in going over stuff if you all know it. So we are going to start off with a short quiz. Don't stress. It's not going to count for anything, as I said its just to see what you all remember from last year. They're the type of questions you would have seen on your end of last year exams and if you passed calculus I you should have no problem with them. Like I said it's more review. So take one back and pass it back. There are four questions, so I'll give you to the rest of class to complete them.
Dean accepted his paper and wrote his name at the top and read the first question.
Find the volume of the solid generated by revolving the region bounded by the graphs of the equations about the x-axis. y=1/x, y=0, x=5, x= 13. Use the disk or shell method, and state method used.
Dean relaxed a little. He could do this. He reached for his pencil but decided to show off a little and reached for his pen. He drew a graph in black pen and then solved using the disk method in blue and the disk method in red. His teacher could suck on that. Serve him right for looking at him like he should be in the math for dummies class.
He quickly solved the other problems and turned his attention to the field. Just his luck. Boys soccer. He double checked his work and waited for the bell to ring. Hopefully his next class would be more interesting.
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The day was every bit as long and boring as Dean expected it to be. He did like his physics teacher. Mr. Novak seemed like a cool guy. He took them outside and they played around with putting mento's in diet coke. That had been cool, watching it go flying. Then they went back in and Mr. Novak explained why they got that reaction, and why it only worked with the peppermint mentos and not the fruit flavored ones. If the class kept up like that it might be interesting. Inclusion was the exactly nightmare he'd been picturing. Mr. Lafitte had gone over his test with him. He'd done pretty good, scoring a 93. In his haste to show off he'd made 3 stupid mistakes. Given the fact that he'd done it in pen and solved all the problems using both the shell and disk method, Mr. Lafitte called him on it. He had Dean do the quiz again and slow down and explain his thought process. He'd gotten them all right on the 2nd attempt. Lesson learned. He was so glad to get out of there though. Caleb was going to be helping his father with the hunt and Dean wanted to talk strategy with them, even if he wasn't going to be allowed to help. Which sucked out loud.
Since it was the first day, and no teachers assigned homework, Dean dumped his full backpack in his locker and just grabbed his quiz. His father wouldn't be able to understand a word, or number, so all he would see was the A, not the stupid mistakes. He'd already gotten the "I'm counting on you" lecture so he hoped the assignment sheet would help prove his case.
Dean stood at just outside the main doors waiting for Sammy. His brother wouldn't be in a good mood because he was in a snit about having to be walked to and from school by his big brother. His latest complaints were along the lines of "I'm a big boy, now" or him whining about how he wanted a normal life. Normal sucked.
"Hey Sammy, how was your day," he asked his brother. Sam loved school and Dean hoped it would help them avoid the usual arguments about how their dad was ruining his life.
"Its was good," Sam said with genuine excitement. "Great, in fact. I think I'm really gonna like it here. My teachers are all good. We actually had discussions instead of just being lectured at. There are some really awesome field trips coming up too. Hopefully, Dad meant what he said that we'll be here for a long time. Don't screw this up for me, okay Dean?"
"It's not up to me," Dean defended himself, trying not to sound defensive. "It's up to dad. You know he could change his mind any time." He felt that small flicker of pain start up behind his right eyelid. Sam couldn't even let it go for one fucking day.
"I heard Dad tell you to behave or we might have to leave. I don't want to leave. I even made some friends. Anna, Brady and Sally want me to go their house after school tomorrow. Our teacher told us we were going to be a group and we could do whatever project we wanted for the science fair. We're going to try and come up with something really cool."
"I'll do my best," Dean said tiredly. "But you know that Dad can change him mind at any time, so don't blame me if he does."
"Whatever. I just hope he hurry's up and leaves soon. Our first field trip is next Friday to the planetarium. Dad probably won't let me go, but you will right."
"Sure, Sammy, whatever." First, Sam tells him to follow their dad's rules and then in the next breath he wants them broken. Sam was a typical teenager in that he didn't see beyond his own point of view. Their dad said no to field trips, Dean didn't. Therefore at that time, he was the cool one. But only until he said no to something. Then he was the no better than Lucifer, according to his brother.
"It's only 45 dollars. That includes the bus, admission, and supper on the way home. We have to have the permission slip and money in by this coming Friday. Dad leaves tomorrow right?"
"Yeah, he does." The permission slip was no problem, Dean could imitate John's signature perfectly. The money was an issue. "But Sam where am I going to get $45.00?"
"Dad leaves money."
"But thats for the motel and food. I doubt there's going to be 50 extra bucks lying around."
It was someone let all the air out of Sam. He went from elated to pissed in about 2.5 seconds. "Figures I never get to do anything good. What about the emergency fund?"
"What emergency fund?" How the fuck did Sam know about that? It was Dean's own private stash. Most times their dad never left enough or he was late coming back, so Dean always tried to keep some money lying around that no one knew about. It was never much, usually around 50 bucks. It was money Dean earned from doing odd jobs, like mowing lawns or shoveling snow. His father had no idea Dean had it or there would be hell to pay. There were times they'd slept in the Impala and Dean never mentioned it because it was strictly for when their dad was away.
"The one you have hidden in your duffel bag. I didn't tell Dad about it, you know. "
"What were you doing in my duffel bag you little..."
" Don't get your panties in a twist. I was just looking for some shampoo. I ran out. "
"Well if you didn't have hair longer than the lead singer of twisted sister you wouldn't have that problem would you. It doesn't fucking matter why. It's my stuff, keep your grubby little girl hands off."
"You're a jerk, you know that? I bet Dad would be super pissed if he knew you had that money when he needed it for ammo. He had to actually ask Joshua to borrow money and you know how much he hates that."
"Are you blackmailing me?" Dean accused.
"Call it what you want, but I want to go on this trip Dean. I want to be normal for once."
"Fine, you little asswipe, but if you even hint about that money I will end you. Don't come crying to me if we have to eat Ketchup Soup. I use that money for food you know."
"Sure Dean, whatever you say," Sam said dismissively. So what if Dean couldn't go on a date or something. He really didn't care. There was always enough food. He didn't remember being hungry. "What the hell is ketchup soup?"
"Nevermind, just keep your mouth shut or you won't be going anywhere." Sam clearly did not remember that time when he was five and Dean was 9. John was late coming back and the only thing in the house was those fast food ketchup packs. Dean had diluted them and heated them in a desperate attempt to feed himself and Sammy. Thank God, Pastor Jim had showed up or Dean hadn't known what he would do.
Dean was in a bad mood for the rest of the walk home. He couldn't believe that Sam was blackmailing him. That his fucking money. It was none of Sam's business. Dean always felt nervous when he didn't have that little extra cushion. Just once, Dean wished that Sam would learn exactly what it feels like to have to attempt to make ends meet. He just got so stressed out sometimes. The little throbbing pain was turning into a full scale marching band. God, sometimes he just wished he could run away from it all.
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The latest home of the Winchesters was literally named the Notel Motel. It was pretty crappy but not as bad as some of the places they stayed. At least it there wasn't vermin running around, like the last place. It was called the Scurry Inn, and that's exactly what the mice, cockroaches and fleas did. Sam spend the night at friends houses. Dean crashed at a local homeless shelter. It seemed safer than the motel. So far so good, , although Dean suspected that that they rented rooms by the hour in addition to by the week. It wasn't in the best neighborhood either. The chance of the room being broken into was greater, which meant that Dean would have to be hyper aware.
He actually didn't like it when they settled down for any length of time because he found there were more pressure and stress on him to keep everything running smoothly. It had happened twice before. Once when he was 13 and had gone head first into a grave stone. The resulting concussion had been very serious and he'd had a seizure. He was supposed to have been monitored for a year to make sure he didn't develop epilepsy. They settled into an apartment rather than a motel. His father attempted to hunt and make ends meet but it had been hard. The increase in living costs and money problems had caused John to drink more and yell more. Plus, he got very restless and 2 months in to their stay John left on a hunt. As always there wasn't enough money and the power company cut them off in the dead of winter. Sam ended up with pneumonia and Dean ended up getting yelled at for letting Sam get sick. They left after Sam recovered. Fortunately, he did not have another seizure, even after the medication had run out.
Time number 2 had actually come one year later when John took a job as a superintendent in an apartment building. It turned out the building was the job and it was haunted. Dean had to make sure he maintained the hypervigliance and make sure all the salt lines and wards were set at all times to make sure they were safe. Because they were at risk just living there, they had to stay in the protected apartment, literally at all times. It was the hottest summer on record. Sam bitched most of the time that Dean was ruining his life and Dean spent two solid months with a worse headache than he'd had from the concussion. Then Sam had snuck out one night, disturbing the salt line, and Dean ended up with broken ribs when the ghost attacked. Did his dad care about that? No, he was just pissed that Dean had let Sam out of his sight. They left after that too.
Dean could see the motel coming up in the distance. He really hoped that his father was planning to take Caleb's car and leave the Impala. It was a fair hike to school from the motel. Walking it every day meant that Dean would get a half hour less sleep every night.
The Impala was not in parking lot as Dean opened the door to their room. Dean threw his coat on the bed and picked up the remote to the TV. Sam settled at the table and pulled out one of his text books.
"Dean, do you think dad will get us an apartment?" Sam asked suddenly. He had an opposite view of the two times they settled down. He hadn't known the extent of Dean's head injury or about the haunted building.
I really hope not. "Not sure we can afford it Sammy." They had one motel room with two beds, which meant he and Sam were sharing for the time being.
"It's Sam. Sammy is for little kids."
"It's also for little bitches too." Dean was still pissed that Sam had the nerve to blackmail him.
"Shut up asshole. What's for supper."
"Whatever you want to make. You're so fond of claiming that you're a big boy you should be capable of making your own. Make me something too."
"Maybe dad will bring home pizza."
That would be great, but it was unlikely. The probability of peanut butter sandwiches or dry cereal were the more likely candidate. They had almost no food and if Dean had to guess the grocery store was the last place his father was at. He was most likely with Caleb at the library. He heard Sam get up and go rummage in the kitchen and complain about neglectful fathers and starving their children. Dean went to go find the first aid kit and hoped it wasn't possible to OD on aspirin because he dry swallowed four of them.
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