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“Mmm, hello?” a voice answered groggily.
“Yes, hello, is this a, umm, Mr John Winchester?” The operator asked
“Yeah, ungh, this is ‘im. What’d he do this time?” John asked tersely.
“I’m sorry to inform you sir, your son, Dean Winchester, has been brought to the station for fighting. The other family isn’t currently pressing charges at the time, but we did have to bring him in.”
“Okay? And?” John demanded, irritated he’d been woken up.
“Well, s-sir, we just wanted to inform you if you’d like to come pick him up,” the operator said timidly as she heard bottles clinking in the background.
“He got his-self in this mess, he can get his own damn self out!” John said as he hung up his phone.
The police station was an old building, it smelled of 1000’s of papers, long man hours, and burnt coffee. Dean looked over at the officer who had brought him in. He could barely read his name over the mountain of papers and the ancient computer monitor that sat on his desk. Sgt. Novak was the officer’s name, he was a nice enough guy for a cop, but man Dean hated authority of any degree. Irritated, Dean huffed, “ I told you not to call him.”
“It’s standard procedure to notify the parents of a minor, even if there are no charges being pressed.” Sgt. Novak said.
“Well, luckily I’ll only be a ‘minor’ for another week,” Dean sneered, “Can I go now?”
“Certainly, after you answer my question.” The Sgt. said.
“I’ve answered your questions,” Dean said shifting in his chair and swinging his eyes downward.
“I really don’t think you started that fight because ‘the other kid littered.” The Sgt. said as he arched his brow.
“Well, ya know, I just really hate a litter-bug, and since I’m just a violent angry adolescent grunt, all I know how to do is fight!” Dean snarked.
“So it couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that that the kid is known for bullying younger kids, including your brother. Sam was it?”
“LEAVE MY BROTHER OUT OF THIS! HE’S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!” Dean exploded as he grabbed his bag and started to walk away.
“Alright, alright, just be careful son,” the srgt said emphatically.
“I’m not your son… sir” Dean said as he slung his bag on his shoulder and stormed towards the front entrance, more in control of his anger.
As he swung the door open wide, he almost ran over someone walking in. “Sorry…” Dean muttered, staring at the ground walking. “It’s alright, you didn’t hit me,” The guy said. Dean paused at the familiar voice that hit his ears; looking back all he saw was the flash of blue eyes and dark hair. Shaking his head to come back to reality, he had to get back to his car and then home to check on Sammy. He couldn’t stand to let his little brother be home with his alcoholic father by himself. Sammy was still young and Dean wanted him to stay safe and innocent for as long as he could. Life was cruel and cold if you didn’t have anyone at your back or by your side.
“Damnit,” Dean muttered to himself. It was already almost five o’clock and he still had a 30 minute walk back to school and then a ten minute drive home. Luckily for him he didn’t have to work today so he could go straight home. However, that meant Sam would be with their father for almost two hours alone. Dinner would also be late.
“FUCK!” Dean yelled as he started in a jog back towards the school. After a few minutes of jogging, an older beige sedan alongside Dean with its windows rolled down. The weather was still nice for early October in Kansas. The leaves were just starting to turn and the first frost of the year was yet to come. Dean was jogging through a residential area so he wasn’t concerned about the car. That is, until it continued to ride parallel to him and he heard the voice from the police station again. He slowed down so he could hear the guy above the clanking sounds coming from his backpack and the pounding of his heart in his ears. Looking over at the car, he realized who the dark haired guy was. This guy was in his history class, sat at the front of the room, and was teacher’s pet.
“Do you need a ride somewhere?” the guy asked.
What was his name….. C.. C something…. Carter? No…. Casius? No, that’s from actual history you idiot! Castiel! That was his name! Still a weird name.
Dean thought “It’s Castiel right?” Dean asked still walking quickly down the sidewalk.
“Yes, we’re in history together.” Castiel said plainly.
“Yeah, I remember you. You never get an answer wrong.” Dean said a little bit sour about it.
“True, but I didn’t slow down so you could tell me what I already know.” Castiel said, in the same dry tone as if he were reading a textbook. “Do you need a ride?”
Dean hadn’t realized he’d stopped walking as he stared dumbfounded by the ego on this other kid. “Excuse me Mr. Roboto, but no, I’m just fine walking back.” Dean scoffed, thinking he should really take the ride so he could get home quicker. Thinking about home again, he started jogging again.
“Just get in and I’ll take you back to your car.” Castiel said as he reached over to open the passenger door.
Dean stopped again, “How do you know I’m going to my car and I’m not just out on a run?” He asked, somewhat suspicious.
“Because you were coming out of a police station, you still have your bag from school, and I’m pretty sure my father was the one who brought you in and got the charges dropped.” Castiel said.
“Your dad is Sgt. Novak?” Dean asked as he connected the dots… Sgt. Novak…. Castiel Novak… not a common name, especially in this town, meh, I guess it makes sense. Dean shrugged as he accepted the thoughts that ran through his head.
“Yes, Sgt. Charles Novak is my father.” He said.
“Why would you want to give me a ride? I could be a deranged sociopath that wants to kill people!” Dean said dramatically.
“You don’t seem to have the eyes of a killer, they’re guarded, but not, I think, to hide a sociopathic nature.”
Dean burst out laughing, “You know a lot, but apparently not about people, but a I’ll take a ride, Just hurry.” Dean quickly got in the car, shut the door, and Castiel took them both back to the school.