[Closed RP] Dean and Sam are high school teachers FTW (Costa Verde)

[geekboy_sammy]

Sam tugged at his tie as he and Dean walked into the high school. He had a latte in a paper cup in one hand. He glanced at the kids as they walked by them. They were here for a case. Costa Verde High School had had a rash of suicides lately. Teachers, students, even janitors had all offed themselves. From what Sam could find, there had been no

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[fullonobiwan]

So Sam had a tie, oooh so what? Dean was bedecked in a friggin' polo shirt. The khakis and the sneakers didn't bother him, he'd done the whole khakis thing for jobs before, but the polo shirt? Oh it was not happening. But no, it was.

And it was a nightmare.

But no, it wasn't. He just wished it was.

"Ronnie Van Zahn, your aethetically more pleasing older cousin with a penchant for pretty brunettes and brand new senior gym teacher because the other one bit it," Dean replied blandly. "Education is the future, man. And this job, for the record? Blows. It was awesome until you made me the friggin' gym teacher. Ass." He glared at his giant freak of a brother, but he didn't really mind. Because come on, what was he gonna do all day? Blow a whistle and yell at kids to drop and give him twenty dollars or push ups didn't really phase him.

And no, he was not humming Free Bird as he drank his black coffee and pointed his half eaten donut at his brother. "Gym teacher. You suck."

[geekboy_sammy]

"Hey the home ec teacher killed herself a week ago. You could have been her substitute," Sam told him with a smirk. "I think I'm doing you a favor." He took a sip of his latte and glanced over the crowd of kids. They looked young and also...a lot older than he remembered the kids in his high schools looking. Especially the girls. Not that he was skeeving on high school girls. Seriously. No.

"I'm not sure what we're looking for. There's a few things that can cause something like this. Just don't drink the kool-aid."

[fullonobiwan]

"Ha friggin' ha, blow me bitch," Dean retorted, shoving the rest of his donut into his mouth so he could punch Sam in the arm. He was pleased the way his brothers arm went momentarily limp and the pained slash annoyed look that crossed his face.

One point for Dean.

One of the girls they were passing bumped into him and he reached out to steady her. The look of instant love was enough to make him pull his hand back immediately and feel old. And kinda awesome at the same time. He gave Sam a shrug. He graduated eleven years ago for Christ's sake, but who could blame the girls for staring.

It was Dean.

Duh.

[geekboy_sammy]

"Whatever. You wish," Sam rolled his eyes at Dean because really there wasn't anything else he could do. It was Dean.

Duh.

Sam barely stepped out of the way of some guy who looked like he was on the football team and out to prove something in the hallway. It'd hadn't been quite so long since he'd graduated but he still felt old. Everyone looked so young.

"What's your first class? I'm in the same room all day. 213."

And that couldn't be a good sign. He thought public buildings had gotten rid of all 13's.