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OKAY BUT NOW THE AWFUL THING

I’M GOING TO BE MAD ABOUT THIS ALL MY LIFE UNLESS I SOMEHOW FIND OUT THIS ISN’T TRUE

BUT HOW DARE YOU CAST A GIRL AS BELLE

AND THEN PROCEED TO AUTOTUNE HER VOICE

After School Special - Part 3

Word Count: 2461

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, spn stuff

A/N: 3 updates in one day…I know, right!

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You sat between Sam and Dean in Mr. McGregor’s living room, fidgeting just a bit. Dean put his hand on your knee in a futile attempt to stop it from bouncing up and down while you questioned the man. “So…you were friends with Dirk?” Mr. McGregor asked. You averted your gaze to the floor, letting Sam do the talking for you.

“Yes, sir.” Sam answered. “In high school.”

“I don’t recall Dirk having many friends at Truman.” Mr. McGregor leaned back in his chair and looked at the three of you with slight shock on his face.

“When did…” Dean looked at you and cleared his throat, “uh…when did Dirk pass?”

“He was 18.” Mr. McGregor said, voice breaking. “First there was the drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs…and then he just slipped through my fingers.” He choked back tears. “It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk…he had his troubles.”

“What kind of troubles?” You questioned, finally finding your voice.

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