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Dean Winchester
After being nervous most of the night, Dean finally crawled out of bed after 7am. Though reasonably rested, he was still rather tired. Dean had slept a maximum of 3 hours, despite promising himself he would sleep at around 11pm.
Dean lied to himself like this a lot.
He shot a glance in his brother's bedroom, and, not to his surprise, saw it was empty, and already remade.
Goody two shoes, Dean thought. He doesn't mean it though; he's grumpy in a morning, and he's always proud of his little brother.
Dean padded downstairs quietly, ensuring that if anyone else is asleep, he wouldn't wake them. He found everyone sitting quietly at the breakfast table.
Dean inwardly cursed.
Bobby was the first to notice him.
"Good to see ya boy, thought you'd never wake up." Bobby had a smirk on his face, knowing that Dean was not in the best of moods.
"You're lucky I love you old man." Dean stated, quickly followed by a yawn
"Who you callin' old, boy?" Bobby laughed. Dean grinned, and turned to Ellen, his adoptive mother, and Jo, his adoptive sister.
"Mornin' Ellen, Jo." Jo nodded her head in acknowledgement, and Ellen kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his hair.
Dean took one of the empty chairs, grabbed a plate and put a bit of everything on it. Dean had never been so grateful for Ellen's cooking.
Through a mouthful, he said,
"Where's Sammy?" Ellen gave him the disapproving look he'd seen a thousand times before, which he knew meant 'Don't talk with your mouthful, boy.' Knowing this, he grinned widely.
"Right here, Dean." Sam walked in and took the other empty seat next to Bobby. He took out his laptop and immediately began typing some sort of gibberish in Google. Dean tried to see over his shoulder, but Sam twisted it away. Unfortunately, he twisted it towards Bobby instead, who read aloud,
"'Reviews for the Sioux Falls High School; Sioux Falls named among the Top 10 leading High schools in South Dakota,' Hmm, doing research, kid?" questioned Bobby. Sam snapped the laptop shut and mumbled,
"Just curious." Bobby chuckled and slapped Sam on the shoulder playfully, while Ellen scolded him for mumbling.
After eating what was on his plate, and, admittedly, a bit more, Dean realised it was almost 20 to 8. School didn't start till around 8:30, but Dean had wanted to check out the school a bit first.
He rushed upstairs to change, picking out the first pair of worn jeans he saw, and a plaid shirt. He decided to take his tan jacket after all, because it could get quite cool outside. The amulet that he hasn't taken off in around 7 years bounces as he races down the stairs. Sam gave it to him for Christmas when Dean was 10; Bobby helped him pick it out.
"SAMMY, JO GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE I'M LEAVING IN A MINUTE!" Dean yelled; he was their ride to school, so they had to hurry up or walk to school.
Dean heard a muffled,
"DON'T CALL ME SAMMY!" from his brother's room. Dean chuckled.
As Sam and Jo came down the stairs, he heard Ellen and Bobby wish the boys a good first day.
After almost 10 years of moving, switching schools and unreliable teachers, it was great to finally have a constant school, with a great reputation.
John Winchester, who Sam and Dean refused to call a father any more, had been an alcoholic, and couldn't really handle his drink very well. A few misplaced drunk hits and sharp eyed teachers led to Sam and Dean leaving several schools, which John blamed the kids for.
Bobby was disgraced to know John Winchester, but always loved his boys more than John ever could. Sam and Dean would come to see Uncle Bobby at least once a month, much to the irritation of John. Everyone else though, including Jo, had been ecstatic to see them each time.
2 years ago, John Winchester died from alcohol poisoning; the most fitting way for the bastard to die. From when he died, there had been a custody battle between Bobby and the Government, as Bobby wasn't really his uncle, but he was damn close. Bobby won the custody battle, and Sam and Dean now live with their uncle, his wife, Ellen, and their daughter, Jo.
Honestly? Dean was glad he could have his own room; Sammy was too. Surprisingly, Bobby had rennovated the home so it could hold as many as 7 guests if needed. when Dean found out, he simply said,
"Bobby..? You're awesome." which earned a chuckle and a hug from his father figure.
Dean had never been happier to have a place to call home.
The closest thing to a 'home' Dean had ever had was his baby; his sleek, shiny, black 1967 Chevrolet Impala was the second most important thing in Dean's life. Right after Sammy.
So, when Dean slid into the drivers seat and revved up the engine, he relished the purr of the engine more than he ever had.