SPN Comment Fic
Title: High School Dropout
Prompt: Dean will always take the fall. by tigriswolf
Rating: PG-13 for language and drug references
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean (no pairings)
Genre: gen
Wordcount: 431
Dean had been called to the principal’s office more times than he could count. During his seventh grade year, he’d taken to stealing something off the principal’s desk during each visit, just to prove that he could get away with it. That year alone, he’d wound up with five paperweights, three staplers, a buttload of cool pens, and a silver letter opener.
The letter opener ended up being melted down to make bullets and one of those bullets was even used to kill a werewolf. True story. You couldn’t make that kind of stuff up.
But this. This was a first. Because, until that day, he’d never been called in for something Sam had done. And apparently, when that kid decided to break bad, he believed in going all out.
Dude had weed in his locker on the very day the D.A.R.E. cops came to preach about the evils of dope and show off their dogs’ sniffing skills.
Sam and weed! It was friggin mind blowing. Definitely two things Dean never thought would turn up in the same sentence. In fact, he actually believed his brother’s tale about it belonging to the bully who had the locker right next to him. There was no way his little brother had suddenly become that cool.
It was a damn good thing Dad was out of town at the time, because the ensuing shitstorm would have been legendary, and Dean was way beyond tired of breaking up fights between those two. It was best if he handled something like this on his own. And by ‘handle’, he meant taking the rap for it. And since he was now eighteen, it also meant getting his ass hauled off to jail (again).
It had all turned out okay in the end though.
Dean had executed his first successful jail break and he’d managed to get the two of them the hell out of Dodge before Child Services could fly in and ‘save’ poor little Sammy from his deadbeat Dad and drug fiend of a big brother.
They were on the lam and it was kind of awesome, like the Winchester’s personal version of The Great Escape.
Now Dean was done with school for good and he had something big to hold over Sam’s head as a bonus. He’d never actually tell Dad about it, but baby bro didn’t need to know that - especially since it could come in extremely handy. He’d already pawned off laundry duty for the next year.
The longterm payoff had the potential to be huge. He could be set for life.
Prompt: Dean will always take the fall. by tigriswolf
Rating: PG-13 for language and drug references
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean (no pairings)
Genre: gen
Wordcount: 431
Dean had been called to the principal’s office more times than he could count. During his seventh grade year, he’d taken to stealing something off the principal’s desk during each visit, just to prove that he could get away with it. That year alone, he’d wound up with five paperweights, three staplers, a buttload of cool pens, and a silver letter opener.
The letter opener ended up being melted down to make bullets and one of those bullets was even used to kill a werewolf. True story. You couldn’t make that kind of stuff up.
But this. This was a first. Because, until that day, he’d never been called in for something Sam had done. And apparently, when that kid decided to break bad, he believed in going all out.
Dude had weed in his locker on the very day the D.A.R.E. cops came to preach about the evils of dope and show off their dogs’ sniffing skills.
Sam and weed! It was friggin mind blowing. Definitely two things Dean never thought would turn up in the same sentence. In fact, he actually believed his brother’s tale about it belonging to the bully who had the locker right next to him. There was no way his little brother had suddenly become that cool.
It was a damn good thing Dad was out of town at the time, because the ensuing shitstorm would have been legendary, and Dean was way beyond tired of breaking up fights between those two. It was best if he handled something like this on his own. And by ‘handle’, he meant taking the rap for it. And since he was now eighteen, it also meant getting his ass hauled off to jail (again).
It had all turned out okay in the end though.
Dean had executed his first successful jail break and he’d managed to get the two of them the hell out of Dodge before Child Services could fly in and ‘save’ poor little Sammy from his deadbeat Dad and drug fiend of a big brother.
They were on the lam and it was kind of awesome, like the Winchester’s personal version of The Great Escape.
Now Dean was done with school for good and he had something big to hold over Sam’s head as a bonus. He’d never actually tell Dad about it, but baby bro didn’t need to know that - especially since it could come in extremely handy. He’d already pawned off laundry duty for the next year.
The longterm payoff had the potential to be huge. He could be set for life.