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John looked at his daughter. Dean looked really funny in one of those uniforms. With a plaid skirt, a white, impeccable shirt and a tie around her freckled neck. Not to mention the adorable brown socks that ended in those ugly black shoes that probably hurt a lot.
-This is humiliating.- Dean said as she tried to make a pony tail out of her short hair.- I can't do this. It's too short for this shit.
- Watch your language. It costed a lot to get you two accepted in this place.
- Was it necessary to wear the uniform in the first day?- asked Sam, sitting right next to her sister.- Is not like we are gonna do anything today.
- Hey, look, they said you had to. I know this sucks, but I can't do anything else. This case is gonna take a long time. 2, maybe 3 months. I can't leave you alone on a motel again or the social services will take you.- he sighed.- Do this for me, okay?
- If we could go with you...- muttered Dean, looking through the window.
- But you can't.
- We could stay with Bobby or Fath...
- I've already considered that and if any of that was possible we wouldn't be here. Now, come one, we are losing time.
John got out of the car. Sam followed him, but Dean stood there for a moment. Ranting on her mind. That was really stupid. She was 16, she had already had to deal with being alone and taking care of Sammy, there was nothing new on it. She could avoid the social services. It made no sense, it was just...
- Deanna!
Dean opened the door and got out. Fucking skirts with their balancing and moving as if they had brains of their own. She looked at Sam, who looked apparently mad, but was as excited as a sugar flavoured lemon on drugs. Because Sammy loved all these kind of stuff. She had read about it on books, Enid Blyton books and shit like that. Of course they weren't on a renovated english castle. It was a white and brown complex of buildings next to New Jersey. But Sam was excited anyways. Dean sighed, picking her backpack out of the trunk of the impala.
- I'm gonna miss you, baby.- she whispered to the car. She followed her dad and her sister through a kind of parking that probably did as well of schoolyard. And they entered a small building with the name of the school on the top of it.
"Amazing" Dean thought to herself. "doesn't look like a prison at all."
A really tall woman with Harry Potter glasses started talking to her dad. Dean glanced around. There were a few girls staring at her. Gossiping about her. She imagined the conversation. "Oh my god, they accept guys here now? giggle, giggle, giggle.". At least they were looking at her and not at Sammy. Because Dean could defend herself perfectly fine, but Sam... she was just not the fighting type. That made the fact that she had to be a hunter even more sad.
Dean sighed for the 1534th time. The girls were still staring, so she winked at one of the them. There. Run away, you idiotic assholes.
- Sammy, Sammy, Sammy... I hope you don't get that kind of chicks on your class.
- What chicks? - Sammy jumped surprised.
- What are you doing? - she squinted at something Sam had in her hands. A paper. A pamphlet to be more exactly.- Goddammit, Sam.
- I... it is extra classes that can be taken, I just was checking them out.
Dean looked at Sam, prepared to tell her not to get too comfortable in there, that two or three months weren't that many time. But... there was something on her sister's gaze that shut her up.
- So, which ones were you looking at?
Sammy's face almost shined when she showed Dean the amount of extra activities available on that place. From computers and their maintenance, to cooking carrot muffins.
- This looks fun- said the girl, while pointing at a picture of a girl with a few cats and a rabbit.
- Animal caretaker? Seriously? - Sam growled and looked away. Dean rolled her eyes and sighed- Okay, okay, animal caretaker. Sounds nice. With all the dogs and... whatever else they got there...
- Deanna, come here a minute, please.- John yelled.
- Yes?- she approximated to the big, tall table and the Harry Potter glasses woman.
- I'm gonna leave now. This is Mrs. Castle, she is the recepcionist and secretary. she'll take you and Sam to your respective rooms and will explain you how this... whole thing works.
- Okay.
- I don't think you'll have any problem, but if something out of the... ehm...- he took her apart, so Mrs Castle won't hear them.- , normal, happens... you know what to do, right? Shoot first, ask quest...
- Questions later and watch out for Sammy. Yeah, I know, I got it. I could take care of her by myself...
- Deanna.
- Yeah,I know.
- Be careful.- John kissed her daughter's forehead.- 2, 3 months. I'll call you whenever I can.
- Goodbye, dad.
- Hey Sam, I'm leaving.- he yelled.
Sam got up of the chair she had been occupying and walked towards her dad.
- Goodbye.
And so, John left. Both of the sisters looked at Mrs. Castle, who was cleaning her glasses.
- Follow me, please.- said the woman, putting her glasses back on. Sammy looked at her, a bit too enthusiastic. "Yay." Dean thought. Such sarcasm for just one thought.