There are fifty-two weeks in a year, and Dean is damn well going to use every one of ’em.
Dean Winchester goes back and forth when it comes to his feelings about school.
It’s all Sammy’s fault–he even has a list.
“Hey, Sammy, fire up the laptop and see if there’s a Chuck E. Cheese anywhere around here.”
Trading one nightmare for another’s not his idea of a deal.
Three Winchesters, five sets of New Year’s resolutions.
And she flashes on every whispered rumor she’s heard about Dean and half the cheer squad, every speculative glance she’s seen Dean throw Daphne’s way in the locker room, every inappropriate daydream that Velma’s ever intended to ask someone about, some day.
Sometimes, there are just unfixable things.
Five birthdays, before and after.
The truth is somewhere in the middle.