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Fic - Slacker - 1/1
Title: Slacker
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Tag Season 4x13 - After School Special Dean's not sure when he gave up on school.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'The Dispossessed' on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
Dean’s not sure when he stopped caring about school. He can’t really seem to remember a time when he tried, but he thinks that he must have at some point, because Sammy’s passion for all things learning has to have been developed by someone and it sure as hell wasn’t Dad.
He’s proud that Sammy still cares. That Sammy lugs a backpack full of school books round the country with them; that he reads and rereads To Kill a Mockingbird in between tracking wendigos and werewolves and that he competes as a mathlete in South Carolina when Dad’s boozing off a job turned sour and a broken leg. He likes to think that in another life, Sammy would be a scholarship kid – skipping grades and heading straight to college. They even try it once, the skipping grades thing, in Chicago, but while Sammy’s smart, he’s missed out on so much that he struggles. Dad never notices because it’s Dean’s job (one of them) to take care of this kind of thing.
To take care of Sammy.
He doesn’t bother with books himself. The last ones he had he gave to Sammy so that they wouldn’t have to buy them again later, and he spends his school days dicking around and chasing skirt. It’s a cool way to live, he’s told, with no rules and no regard for them, but a little part of him wishes that he had the same resolve as Sammy – to improve himself no matter what. But he’s not Sammy and, unlike his brother, he doesn’t see the point in it. Why would he? He’s a hunter – a hero – and he’s never going to be anything else; least of all this mythical ‘normal’ that Sammy keeps banging on about.
He, unlike Sammy, keeps his eyes open at all times. He sees the highs and the lows in a million different high schools spread across the country. They’re all the same, and they blur into one, and the most defining feature of all of them is that no one in them is normal. Their fellow classmates all define themselves as ‘so weird’ while trying to fit in with a bunch of others who couldn’t care less. But it was ‘sad’ and ‘lonely’ of him every time he tried to point it out to someone, so somewhere down the line he just stopped, figuring that not everyone had the luxury of seeing as much as him.
So he heads into another new school – third one this year, Sammy tells him, and it’s only November – without a book and without a pen. He cheeks the teacher and flirts with the blonde chick next to him, and announces it loud and proud to the whole damn class.
“I’m not going to be here long enough to matter.”
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Tag Season 4x13 - After School Special Dean's not sure when he gave up on school.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'The Dispossessed' on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
Dean’s not sure when he stopped caring about school. He can’t really seem to remember a time when he tried, but he thinks that he must have at some point, because Sammy’s passion for all things learning has to have been developed by someone and it sure as hell wasn’t Dad.
He’s proud that Sammy still cares. That Sammy lugs a backpack full of school books round the country with them; that he reads and rereads To Kill a Mockingbird in between tracking wendigos and werewolves and that he competes as a mathlete in South Carolina when Dad’s boozing off a job turned sour and a broken leg. He likes to think that in another life, Sammy would be a scholarship kid – skipping grades and heading straight to college. They even try it once, the skipping grades thing, in Chicago, but while Sammy’s smart, he’s missed out on so much that he struggles. Dad never notices because it’s Dean’s job (one of them) to take care of this kind of thing.
To take care of Sammy.
He doesn’t bother with books himself. The last ones he had he gave to Sammy so that they wouldn’t have to buy them again later, and he spends his school days dicking around and chasing skirt. It’s a cool way to live, he’s told, with no rules and no regard for them, but a little part of him wishes that he had the same resolve as Sammy – to improve himself no matter what. But he’s not Sammy and, unlike his brother, he doesn’t see the point in it. Why would he? He’s a hunter – a hero – and he’s never going to be anything else; least of all this mythical ‘normal’ that Sammy keeps banging on about.
He, unlike Sammy, keeps his eyes open at all times. He sees the highs and the lows in a million different high schools spread across the country. They’re all the same, and they blur into one, and the most defining feature of all of them is that no one in them is normal. Their fellow classmates all define themselves as ‘so weird’ while trying to fit in with a bunch of others who couldn’t care less. But it was ‘sad’ and ‘lonely’ of him every time he tried to point it out to someone, so somewhere down the line he just stopped, figuring that not everyone had the luxury of seeing as much as him.
So he heads into another new school – third one this year, Sammy tells him, and it’s only November – without a book and without a pen. He cheeks the teacher and flirts with the blonde chick next to him, and announces it loud and proud to the whole damn class.
“I’m not going to be here long enough to matter.”