By Minim Calibre
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cereta had an especially awesome day’s Grading Hell Theatre today. I especially liked thefourthvine‘s Dawn and Xander moment, but really, all the comments her theme generated were awesome. Mine got away from me, which, considering I was on my phone at the time, is something of an accomplishment. (I mean, it’s still only a couple of hundred words at best, but dude, I was on my phone.) Anyhow, in keeping, I’m sharing with the class. Looking at a: my text message records; and b: my notes app, I strongly suspect I could, umm, post a lot of random iPhone written stuff if I felt like it. Most of it DA. ANYHOO. Warnings for mild sap, possible iPhone-related typos, blah blah blah. No real spoilers for much but the pilot.
Dean Winchester goes back and forth when it comes to his feelings about school. On the one hand, total waste of his time and he’s never going to need to know about the Smoot Hawley Tariff or whatever it’s called once he’s old enough to really hunt, but on the other hand, school is where they keep the girls, so it’s not like every subject’s a wash. Today, however, Dean is coming down firmly on the hates school side of his mental divide, even though Katy Johanssen is wearing a skirt that’s a quarter-inch away from breaking the dress code, and even though he’s pretty sure she likes him.
Because today, their ninth grade English teacher has come up with the brilliant idea that they all need to write about “an event with special meaning or significance in your lives” and blah blah blah recipe for disaster. Dean’s first one was a good dozen schools ago. He wrote about Mom. Not even the stuff Dad’s told him about the ceiling and the way she was cut open. Just about how she’d died and they’d moved away and somehow, somehow, just that little bit of information got Dean sent to the school counselor and then Dad yanking him out of school the very next day. Next teacher who assigned that particular topic, Dean wrote about how Dad never let him have a dog. Didn’t matter. The outcome was the same. Just like it was the time after that. And the one after that. Teachers, he suspects, are all a bunch of psychic freaks.
Dad makes them move again, Sammy’s gonna freak. Dean would just skip writing the essay, but he’s tried that, and yes, the outcome’s the same. So he grits his teeth, wracks his brain, and winds up writing about the day Sammy and Mom came home from the hospital and how proud he was to be a big brother and how he was going to teach his brother everything and look out for him and help his parents keep him safe. Dean finishes up and turns it in, wondering how soon the counselor will pull him out of class and when they’re going to move and just how mad everyone is going to be. He doesn’t even bother trying to talk to Katy at lunch. What’s the point, if he’s leaving in a day or two anyways?
The next day, Ms Taylor passes back their papers, and Dean waits for the hand on his shoulder and the quiet “Dean Winchester, may I speak to you after class?” that he knows is coming. He’s so sure of it, in fact, that he’s totally confused when the teacher smiles and tells him “Good job!” instead. He looks down at the pile of stapled paper in front of him and nearly falls out of his chair doing a doubletake.
Sonofabitch.
He got an A.