Sigh. The deep breath before the plunge; another couple months of wasting time. Dean shoved his hands in deep in the pockets of what used to be his Dad's jackett, the smell of Old Spice and leather bringing him a subconscious comfort that he'd never admit to even if he did acknowledge it.
Handfuls and handfuls of people swarmed the halls like a bad dream, Dean's perfected tunnel vision keeping everyone instantly at arms length. He'd smile at eye contact, nod if he had to.... but it was tight and unwelcoming. Why bother? He knew he wasn't going to stay here. He still didn't even think he should have to go there. But that's what Dad said, so that's what Dean did. It did help them save face a little with normal society which the older Winchester didn't give a rat's ass about doing. He understood it though.
*Bzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzzzzt.*
A harsh buzz rattled his pocket. -Phone call. Slipping out the cell, Dean flipped it open to answer, but had barely missed it. Of course. It was his Dad, so there was no way in hell he was ignoring it. Maybe they could blow this joint early; before they even bothered starting. Sam would be disappointed, but when wasn't he? Bitchy little kid. Gotta love him.
His thoughts had overpowered focus and basically taken him to another world entirely, distracting him from the crowded halls and causing a head on collision with another student. "OH! Damn, hey. Sorry, I uh--" He looked up, registering the girl as a human being and not just another pathetic education drone. "I had a phone call...." Grinning an 'oops,' he shrugged his apology and finished, "I didn't hurt you did I?"
