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Dean Winchester (_jerk) wrote,

School. As taboo words go, it's just about the most ridiculous he's come across – most families would plump for 'sex', or something, he knows because he's seen 'normal' parents on TV – but it's the one the Winchester have opted for (because really, when have they ever been normal?), and so his lip curls involuntarily in that little half-smirk that means he's really not amused in the slightest even as he's trying to stop himself sounding pissed off, and despite that effort he can't keep the gravelly edge that usually precedes an argument out of his voice.

“Sam, dude, you're not going to be in school tomorrow; dad finishes this job, we'll be moving on somewhere else. You know how it works.”

Of all the parts that make up this job – the one he's been doing without thinking about it, not the one dad's training them both for – it's this bit which grates the most, having to be the one who continually breaks Sam's bubble about things like this. Dad just puts his foot down and that's that, but Dean's the one who has to do the explaining, has to deal with Sam when starts asking awkward questions. He takes a mouthful of the beer – it's not exactly cold, but it's wet and okay-ish tasting as cheap beers go – swallows hard, and tries to move the conversation on. It's only a mixed success.

“Aren't you meant to be researching something, anyway? Jeekey-neekey-somethin' or others?”