Supernatural: After School Special
January 28th 2009 04:08
We get a glimpse into Sam and Dean’s high school years when they end up having to go back to the school for a job. Sam takes an undercover job as janitor, while Dean is…the gym teacher, complete with short-shorts and sweatband. *cue Dean teaching dogeball*.
After figuring out that the ghost causing all the problems is a bully who knocked Sam around when he went to school there (who Sam finally stood up to, thus causing the kid to become the one teased), Sam and Dean find his remains in the school bus his father drives. Sam feels terrible for the pain he inadvertently caused the bully, and goes to thank the teacher who had a big impact on him during the short time he went to school there.
Dean: So what's our cover? FBI, Homeland Security, Swedish exchange students?
~*~*~
Dean: Today you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule. Dodge. *nails kid with ball* Sorry.
~*~*~
Dean: Ghost getting creative--well, that's super.
~*~*~
Sam: Having fun?
Dean: *dressed as gym teacher* The whistle makes me their god.
Sam: Right... nice shorts!
~*~*~
*Athlete collapses on top of Sam*
Sam: Little help.
Dean: He's giving you the full cowgirl.
~*~*~
Dean: Go have your Robbin Williams "Oh Captain! my Captain!" moment.
~*~*~
Dean: Look, Martha Dumptruck, Revenge of the Nerds, and Hello Kitty...
~*~*~
Dean: Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr. McGregor. Umm, you mind tell us where Dirk is buried.
Dirk McGregor Sr.: Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated.
Dean: All of him?
Dirk McGregor Sr.: Well, I kept a lock of his hair.
Dean: Oh, that's... that's nice. Where do you keep that?
~*~*~
Dean: I had to break into the principal's office to get this. Oh, and FYI, three of the cheerleaders are legal. Guess which ones.
Sam: No.
~*~*~
Dean: All right, everybody stay where you are. You'll be okay.
Kid on Bus: Aren't you the P.E. teacher?
Dean: Not really. I'm like 21 Jump Street. The bus driver sells pot. Yeah.
~*~*~
Young Dean: Yo, Sammy.
Barry: That’s your brother? With Amanda Heckerly? He’s cool
Young Sam: Yeah, he thinks so.
~*~*~
Young Dean: Kid’s Dead.
Young Sam: Dean.
Young Dean: I’m gonna rip his lungs out!
Young Sam: It’s not a big deal.
Young Dean: Not a big deal? Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here...
Young Sam: He's not.
Young Dean: Well, I am. As soon as I'm finished with that dick...
Young Sam: Just shut up, okay? I don’t need your help.
Young Dean: That’s right, you don’t. You could have torn him apart, so why didn’t you?
Young Sam: Because I don’t want to be the freak for once, Dean.
~*~*~
Young Dean: Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don’t do parents.
~*~*~
Mr. Wyatt: You know this assignment was nonfiction, right?
Young Sam: Yes Mr. Wyatt.
Mr. Wyatt: So you and your family killed a warewolf last summer, huh? *when Sam doesn’t answer* Why would you write something like this, Sam?
Young Sam: It doesn’t matter. As soon as my dad gets back we’re leaving, so you can flunk me if you want.
Mr. Wyatt: I’m not flunking you, I’m giving you an A. *hands back paper* Now aside from the warewolf is that really how you describe your family?
Young Sam: Yeah.
Mr. Wyatt: Well your brother’s quite a character. And your father seems, uh, driven. Anyway, it’s good, Sam, it’s really good. Have you ever thought about pursuing writing?
Young Sam: I can’t. I have to go into the family business.
Mr. Wyatt: Family business?
Young Sam: Yeah, my dad’s a—my dad’s a mechanic. So I have to be a mechanic too.
Mr. Wyatt: Do you want to go into the family business, Sam?
Young Sam: No one’s ever asked me that before.
Mr. Wyatt: Well?
Young Sam: More than anything, no.
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