WBY - No Jacket Required Part 1
Title: No Jacket Required.
Characters: Sam, Dean, John and OC. Teen!chester
Rating: PG
Summary: So I just wanted to put Dean in a schoolboy uniform and shove him in a private school. Think Gossip Girl, the early years. Dean is on a hunt under cover with Dad and Sammy. Warning: There will be spanking of a minor in this fic.
That being said - no one really gets hurt.
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You have got to be kiddin’ me?”
Dean looked at his father like the man had just announced he was taking up competitive figure skating.
“It’s a job Dean, like any other. We just need a deeper cover.”
Dean shook his head.
“There has to be another way. C’mon.”
John shrugged. “If you can think of one, I’ll consider it.”
Sam just smiled.
xxx
Dean growled. Almost as low as his father. This sucked on so many levels.
He looked in the mirror. Butter colored button down. Maroon and yellow striped tie. Navy blazer and fucking khaki pants.
He thought he might just start blowing chunks.
There was no way he was leaving this bathroom.
“Dean, get your ass in gear.”
“Daaddd.” Okay, he was whining, but there ought to be a law.
It didn’t even matter that Sam looked worse in khaki shorts.
At least Sam could wear a polo.
Dean took a deep breath. He could not believe that he actually considered a polo shirt a better idea than…well than anything.
“I’m not comin’ out, Dad. I can’t come out.”
John Winchester was not a patient man; Dean knew this, so even the small wait before his father spoke was impressive.
“Let me offer you some incentive, Dean. Either you get your ass out here or I’m comin’ in and you are not gonna like me comin’ in.”
Dean considered it. He really did. But the truth was his Dad would come in. Pick the lock, take the door off the hinges, or maybe just knock it down. It was inevitable so Dean’s stalwart stand would be for nothing.
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
Dad arched a brow in Dean’s direction. “What’s your problem kiddo? I think you clean up pretty good.”
Sam just laughed.
Luckily, despite being an old dude, Dad was pretty fast because he caught Dean in mid air just before he killed his kid brother. It turned out those school blazers were pretty damn tough.
Dad shook Dean once. “Knock if off.”
Normally that would have been enough, a rough shake, a warning glance. Dean would later think it was the tie. It must have been cutting off circulation to his brain or something.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kick your ass!” Dean bellowed at Sam.
“Dean, stand down.” John had his neck via the school blazer, his body firmly between his oldest and youngest.
“Sammy, you better run.” Dean growled, struggling futilely against his father. But Sam just grinned even bigger and then because Dad was facing Dean he flipped Dean the bird. Dean surged against Dad, never a good move for a couple of reasons. The first of which was that Dean’s sixteen-year old body wouldn’t have moved John Winchester anyhow. Secondly, it just pissed Dad off.
“Dean.”
When Dad spoke like that, all gravel and smoke there was nothing to do but listen. Dean stilled but continued to glare at Sammy.
“This is your uniform for the next month or so deal.”
And with that, the matter was settled. Dean barely concealed a humpfh.
“Dean…you better watch that mouth of yours. I don’t need to be called down the office in this school because you can’t keep a civil tongue in your head. And Sam, you keep your gestures to yourself.” Dean didn’t know how dad had figured out about Sammy’s one fingered salute, the man really might have eyes in the back of his head. “I swear boys, if I have to mediate a fight between you two…” Dad let the implied threat linger. Dean knew that implication was worse than a real threat because an open ended threat left a lot to the imagination. The old man could get real creative sometimes.
Dad lowered his voice and softened it a bit. He released Dean from his impromptu hold, smoothed his jacket and tightened up the Windsor tie at his throat. A casual touch but it calmed Dean.
“Look boys, Ashford’s a good school. This might be your one and only chance at seeing how the other half lives.” Dad smiled a bit at that but then dropped his voice. Steady, solid and no nonsense. This was something the boys needed to hear. “ We don’t even know if it is our kind of gig. It may be haunted but maybe not. All the normal rules apply to a possible haunting. I don’t want anybody engaging in this spirit - if there is one. “ Dad cut his eyes to Dean, the meaning crystal. “This is recon, all the way. So Sammy, you keep an ear to the ground in the lower school and Dean, you in the upper school. I’ll be posing as the gym teacher and I should be able to move freely between both schools. Dean, the chances are higher that if there is a haunting, it’s in the upper school. There is at least one violent death there in recent history. But both schools have been having unexplained electrical problems. The details though, are sketchy at best. This is deep cover boys. The Headmaster, Hezekiah Cummings is the only one who knows the truth, so keep your noses clean.”
Dean laughed then, it couldn’t be helped. “HEADMASTER! Awe, shit, Dad the HEADMASTER.” Dean’s eyes glinted with merriment.
Sam frowned. “It’s a perfectly usable term, Dean. Kind of like a principal.”
Dean watched as Dad rolled his eyes. “What? You gotta admit…Headmaster sounds kind of naughty. And his name is Cummings. Headmaster Hez Cummings?” Dean lost it then, laughing so hard he literally had to wipe a tear from his eyes. Oh dear God, please don’t make me have to address that man as Headmaster Hez Cummings.
Sam turned to his father. “Do you see, Dad? Do you see what I have to deal with on a routine basis? It is like he is eight or something.”
Dad did kind of smile though and ruffled his hand through Sam’s hair. “Yeah, your brother has always been a little low brow huh? And Dean, let’s just keep that kind of comment to ourselves okay? Cummings is an old buddy of mine. We fought together and just so you know, he was my Lieutenant in ‘Nam. He never put any of us boys through anything he wouldn’t do first. He is a good man. Just because he’s now the headmaster of an exclusive boys school it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be respected. “
“Yes, sir.” Dean sputtered, then backtracked through his father’s words. “Did you say boys school? You mean I have to be dressed like this.” Dean motioned briefly at his uniform. “And I don’t even get to see chicks in plaid skirts?”
John shook his head. “As hard as it is to imagine that this hunt doesn’t have anything to do with your libido, trust me, son that is the case. So…yes, it’s a boys’ school. Only boys, so you are gonna have to keep any plaid skirted school girl fantasies to yourself.”
Dean grabbed at his backpack with more venom than was absolutely necessary and threw one strap over his shoulder. Sam did the same but opted for both straps. “Damn.” Dean mumbled as he followed his father out the door. “That was the one thing I was looking forward to.”
xxx
Dad parked the Impala in the back. Faculty parking. Even his girl looked out of place surrounded by Bmers and Volvos and an occasional sports car. Thanks to Headmaster Cummings, Dean smirked again, that was never gonna get old, they were already enrolled with a computer printed schedule in their hands.
Sam was already trotting to the lower school, book bag bouncing against his back. Dean shook his head. Sammy looked like such a geek with that damn yellow polo and khaki shorts. Not that he had any room to talk.
Dean tried one last time. “Dad, please…anything, anyplace else.”
“You got this Dean. Just keep your head down and your eyes open. ” Dean nodded and headed toward the front of the school. “And Dean?” Dean stopped and turned to face his father, “I don’t want any trouble.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I mean it, Dean… this school is tough, they don’t tolerate any bullshit and I expect you to behave.”
“Yes, sir.”
His father headed toward the faculty entrance and Dean headed toward the massive pillars that stood sentinel like on either side of the huge brick building. A moment later he stepped into the foyer of the school instantly surrounded by khaki pants, striped ties and fucking blue jackets.
It was going to be a long, long day.
Part 2
http://wildblueyonder6.livejournal.com/28144.html