ChareeKitty

"I swear to god if my class bursts out into song one more time!" Dean grumbled over his tater tots in the cafeteria, sitting at a table in the highschool he and Sam were working a job at. He was a coach (for the moment), not some pansy musical host. "Come on Dean, it's a lot better than homicidal teenagers" Sam quipped back, rubbing the juice box on his head on the side of his temple where a headache no amount of great English literature could fix was throbbing away. "Homicidal I can deal with, but these kids burst out into songs about feelings and all sorts of bullshit I'm not prepared to deal with" Dean grumbled right back, stealing a hun