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Dad forgets to fill out my form again. The teacher falters, and gives me a confused look, unsure of the right pronoun. My hair is shaggy and short; I'm wearing Dean’s hand-me-downs; I'm twelve so I don't have anything significant to show I'm a girl.
Of all the things that piss me off, this is it. Hunting sucks. Moving around sucks. The hand-me-downs suck the most though. I don't know if it's because he wishes I was a son too, like Dean. He rarely leaves Dean behind.
“Sam Winchester, he -”
I don't correct the teacher. I'll be gone soon anyway.