Sammy's First Day Disaster Part 5
Dean Winchester sat watching the clock while his teacher droned on about some subject or another. Only four more hours and he’d be free. He had more important things to do than sit here and listen to this load of crap. He should be helping his dad get ready for a hunt or taking care of Sammy. Maybe if he talked to his dad and explained how he could help with the hunts, his dad would let him drop out of school. Yeah, and one day Sammy would be taller than him. A loud buzz interrupted his musings.
Mrs. Donna’s voice floated over the room. “Ms. Bridges, would you send Dean Winchester to the office for a minute.” Immediately a chorus of Ooooo’s and giggles were heard and all eyes turned to Dean.
“Cool it, guys!” Ms. Bridges called out, “Dean, go on to the office.”
“Yes ma’am” Dean answered before getting up and walking out the door. On his way down the hall, Dean racked his brain trying to think of what he could have done already to get summoned to the office. He hadn’t pulled any pranks yet so why did the principal want to see him. Then he remembered Sammy. Thinking something was wrong with his little brother; Dean dashed down the halls and ran into the office. “Did something happen to my brother? Is he okay?” He all but shouted at Mrs. Donna.
“You must be Dean? Go on in. The principal’s waiting for you.” Mrs. Donna told him with a sympathetic smile.
Dean made it to the door in two strides. Quickly turning the door knob, he marched inside and up to the desk. “What’s going on?” he demanded, noticing Sam’s teacher standing by the desk looking ill.
The principal walked around and sat on the edge of the desk. Motioning for Dean to sit he spoke, “Good morning, Dean. I’m Mr. Bonner. Your brother caused quite a bit of trouble in his classroom this morning before running away from the office. I was hoping you could help us find him. Can you do that, Dean?”
Dean couldn’t believe his ears. “Wait a minute. You said Sammy was causing trouble. What did he do?” he asked.
Mrs. Horton high pitched voice answered. “I’ll tell you what he did! He refused to follow directions, he pushed a little girl for no apparent reason, he stole another child’s snack, and when he was caught, he lied about it, blaming another child.”
Dean grew angrier with each offense that came out of the teacher’s mouth. When she was finished, he jumped out of his seat and exploded. “You’re lying! Sammy’s a good kid! He doesn’t steal or lie and if he pushed someone, you can bet he had a damn good reason!”
“Dean, I will not tolerate cursing in my office.” Mr. Bonner admonished. “Now sit back down, and let’s talk about this calmly.”
Realizing he wasn’t going to help Sam by getting in trouble himself, Dean reined his temper in and sat back in the chair. Schooling his features into a neutral expression, he addressed the principal, “Sorry sir. I didn’t mean any disrespect. But I won’t tolerate anyone talking about my brother like that. Sammy would never do the things she’s accusing him of.”
“Oh really,” Mrs. Horton’s smug voice boomed, “If your brother is as innocent as you say, then why did he run away?” She looked at Dean like a cat about to pounce on a helpless mouse.
Dean had to think about that one. He knew Sam was probably scared, but it wasn’t like Sam to run away. He always stood his ground no matter what. Just as he was about to concede defeat, he remembered the morning’s conversation. “Oh shit! I mean, fudge!” he exclaimed. “This is all my fault. He ran away because of me!”
“What do you mean, Dean? How is Sam running away your fault?” Mr. Bonner prodded.
Running one hand through his hair, Dean sighed. “On the way to school this morning, he was worried nobody would like him. I told him not to worry, that the other kids would love him. And that if anyone did pick on him, he was to run away and tell me. He was just doing what I told him to do, sir.” He explained.
“A likely story” Mrs. Horton huffed.
“Zip it, Debra” Mr. Bonner ground out. Turning back to Dean, he asked, “Do you have any idea where Sam would go?”
Dean thought. “He’s probably still in the school trying to find me. Can I go look for him, sir? He’ll come if he hears me calling for him.” Dean pleaded.
“I’ll tell you what. You go look for Sam with Mrs. Donna.” Mr. Bonner instructed. While you find your brother, I’m going to get to the bottom of all the trouble today. But I want you to stay on school grounds, Dean. If you don’t find him, come back here and we’ll call your dad, okay?”
“Yes sir! Thank you!” Dean yelled, jumping out of the chair and heading for the door.
Mr. Bonner walked Dean out to the reception desk and filled Mrs. Donna in before going back to his office. Mr. Bonner pinned Mrs. Horton with a glare before he spoke. “I think we need to have a chat.” He stated, closing his door.
Sammy was tired, hungry, and he had to go to the bathroom. He’d been walking for a long time, and he still wasn’t at the motel yet. He knew he was going the right way. He had memorized the way to school yesterday. Maybe it was just taking longer because he was walking. Sighing, Sam kept walking, looking for a place to take a bathroom break. A few minutes later, he spotted a fast food restaurant. Breaking into a run, he sprinted to the door of the establishment, grabbed the handle, and froze. Painted on the door was the one thing that Sam feared most: A clown! Sammy shrank back a step and considered his options. He could keep walking and hope he found another bathroom in time or he could suck it up and use this one. Sam thought about Dean and his daddy would do. They weren’t scared of anything! They would march right past that clown and never even flinch. Well, he was a Winchester, too. Decision made, Sammy bravely walked to the door. He opened the door with a shaking hand and quickly stepped into the restaurant, hoping there weren’t any more clowns waiting inside.
Part 6