Can I tell you something?
It was a slow day at the auto-repair shop in the town-of-the-month, so you were let off early.
Sam and Dean weren’t due to be picked up from school for another couple hours and your dad was still out on a hunt, so you went back to the motel with the intention of getting some rest.
As you let yourself in, however, you realised the room wasn’t as empty as it was supposed to be.
Your voice was low, commanding, and he looked up at you with a hint of regret in his eyes.
“Should be in school, yes, you should,” you finished for him, closing the door and walking over to him. You took a seat opposite him, running a hand over your face in frustration. “You can’t keep skipping.”
“You don’t understand,” he sighed.
“I understand perfectly,” you assured him. “You don’t like going to school because you think you’re stupid - which, you’re so not, by the way - and you want to go hunt with Dad.”
“Or work at the shop with you,” he added, and it was your turn to sigh.