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4x13
Part Three

High School changes people. Some for the better, some for the worse. ~Anonymous

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"So, you were friends with Dirk?" Mr. McGregor led the trio into his living room.

Nadia and the boys looked around at the pictures and plain decor.

"Yes, sir, in high school." Sam answered the short silvered haired man.

Mr. Gregor was not very tall and was a little on the heavy side weight wise. He wore a dress shirt with a brown vest on top, a pair of jeans and some loafers.

"I don't recall Dirk having many friends at Truman." He gestured the three to sit down.  "Here, sit. Sit down."

They did as they were told, sitting on the couch while Mr. McGregor sat across from them in a chair.

"When did Dirk pass?" Nadia asked, curiously.

The topic of his son caused Mr. McGregor to have a look of despair on his face. "He was eighteen ."

"What happened to him?" Asked Sam.

"Well, there was, first, drinking, then drugs, and then too many drugs." He explained. "And then he just slipped through my fingers."

Mr. McGregor looked down. "It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know? Dirk, he, uh. . .he had his troubles."

Dean's forehead crinkled, the older Winchester inquisitive. "What kind of troubles?"

Mr. McGregor went quiet for a beat before speaking. "School was never easy for Dirk. We didn't have much money, and, well, you know, kids. . .they can be cruel."

Sam nodded knowingly at that until a look of shock and misunderstanding came upon him as Mr. McGregor said, "They picked on him."

Remembering Dirk as the one who picked on other kids, Sam asked, "They picked on him?"

Mr. McGregor nodded. "They called him poor and dirty and stupid. They even had a nickname for him: Dirk the jerk."

Sam's heart dropped into his chest as he gulped in guilt, giving he was the one who gave Dirk that nickname.

The younger Winchester was so racked with remorse, he looked away.

"And after what happened to his mother, he. . ."

"His mother?" Nadia asked.

"Yeah, Jane, my wife. She died when Dirk was thirteen. Cancer."

At this point, even Nadia and Dean were feeling bad for the kid.

"I was working three jobs, so it fell to Dirk to take care of her. And he was a great kid. He made sure Jane got her medicine. He helped her, cleaned up after her. But, you know, you. . .you watch somebody die slow, waste away to nothing. . .it does things to a person. Horrible things."

Sam noticed a picture on the fireplace of Dirk when he was younger.

He looked not only innocent but happy.

The long haired Winchester looked back at Mr. McGregor who was looking down.

"I didn't know about his mother."

"He. . .he wouldn't talk about her, not even to me. Lot of anger in that boy."

"I'm sorry." Sam apologized.

Mr. McGregor gave Sam a small appreciative smile.

"Well, we'd really like to pay our respects, Mr. McGregor." Dean spoke. "Um, you mind telling us where Dirk is buried?"

"Oh, he wasn't. I had him cremated."

Dean's face fell at that. "All of him?"

Mr. Gregor furrowed his eyebrows at Dean, his question taking him aback.

Dean noticed his discomfort and gave the old man an innocent smile.

". . .Well, I kept a lock of his hair." Mr. McGregor finally answered.

"Oh, that's. . .that's nice." Dean kept that innocent smile on his face asking, "Where do you keep that?"

Mr. McGregor was now suspicious but reluctantly answered anyway.

"On my bus, in my Bible."

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It was a dark night, the moon giving off it's beautiful glow as it danced in the sky.

The Impala was on the side of the road, hiding in the tall grass.

The trio were standing next to it, Sam with a shot gun in his hand and Nadia with a rope that had been dipped in holy water.

When they called the school, they found out the bus was gone causing them to have to make up a plan to catch the bus off guard.

With the spike strip invisible on the road, Nadia and the boys were ready to end this once and for all.

Hearing the sound of an engine, a few feet up the road they could see the bus lights.

Kneeling down a bit so they wouldn't be seen, they listened to the vehicle get closer and closer before hearing the popping of the tires as the bus ran over the spike strip.

The bus immediately came to a halt, barely a few feet away from them.

The bus driver exited the bus, ectoplasm dripping right out of his nose, letting the group know he was being possessed by Dirk.

After nodding at one another, Sam made his way over to the bus, walking around it so he was standing behind Dirk.

The young Winchester cocked his shot gun, aiming at the bald man. "Dirk!"

Dirk turned and looked at him, gritting his teeth. "Winchester. What are you gonna do, shoot me?"

Nadia comes up behind him, wrapping the rope which made his skin sizzle around his arms and tying it so he was restricted. 

"He doesn't need to." She smiled at him. "This rope is soaked in holy water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere."

While she finished up with the rope, Dean went on the bus to find the lock of hair. 

"All right, everybody stay where you are." He told the confused teen athletes. "You'll be okay."

"Aren't you the P.E. Teacher?" Asked a chaperon who was sitting behind the driver's seat.

"Not really" Dean shook his head. "I'm like 21 Jump Street."

The kids began to whisper in confusion.

"The bus driver sells pot." Dean gave a disappointed nod. "Yeah."

Going back to the task at hand, Dean opened the glove compartment and pulled out Mr. McGregor's bible.

Shaking the book, to his dismay the lock of hair did not fall out.

"It's not here!" He yelled outside.

Sam looked at Dirk. "Where is it?"

"No way you'll ever find it." He spat coldly.

Sam looked at Nadia, giving her a nod.

Without much effort, the strong girl grabbed Dirk by his jacket tossing him against the side of the bus.

"Wrong answer. Where is it?" She asked him, as Sam walked closer to the two, his shot gun still aimed. 

Dean stepped off the bus, watching the three.

"Sam Winchester." There was a look of pure hatred in Dirk's eyes. "Still a bully. You, you jocks. . ."

He looked from Sam, to Dean, to Nadia. "You popular kids. . .you always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you, I was just Dirk the jerk, right? Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you."

"I'm not evil, Dirk." Sam replied, his heart still feeling bad for the boy. 

The younger Winchester put his shot gun down. "I'm not. And neither were you. Trust me. I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable, and we took it out on each other. . .us and everybody else. That's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that. . .you or Barry."

Dirk stared at Sam, his lips in a thin line. "Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever."

Dirk lets out a growl, breaking out of the rope.

Sam fires at him and Dirk leaves the man's body, leaving him to groan in agony on the ground from the salt shots.

They stand there, watching the man skeptically.

While they're waiting for something to happen, they didn't notice the possessed student coming off the bus.

The huge boy started running, tackling Sam to the ground.

He began giving Sammy blows to face as Nadia picked up Sam's shot gun.

She started to shoot at the boy but missed because he moved every time he gave Sam another hit.

Trying to shoot again, the shot gun clicks signaling it's empty.

"Damn it." She tossed it to the ground.

"Dean! Find the hair!" She told the Winchester who followed her directions, going back on the bus to search.

Stalking over to the student, she grabbed his collar pulling him back so hard, he flew across the concrete hitting the ground.

Sam winced in pain, trying to get himself together as Dirk stood, looking at the girl in shock.

"Come on, Dirk the Jerk." She teased him, balling up her fist. "Come at me."

With a growl, he stalked toward her, swinging for a punch.

Nadia caught his fist, crushing it so you could hear the bones cracking.

Dirk let out a pained howl, going to his knees.

Finally able to reach his face, Nadia start giving him her own punches to the face, left from right.

Having not found the lock of hair, Dean came off the bus to see Nadia totally kicking ass.

His eyes widened, the Winchester impressed.

"Dean! Hair!" Sam grunted still on the ground.

The older Winchester noticed the bus driver still on the pavement and went over to him, turning him over.

"Hey, buddy, this isn't what it looks like." He smirked, starting to look through his pockets.

Nadia went for another punch but Dirk blocked it, grabbed her and gave her a head butt.

Nadia groaned, stumbling back.

He grabbed her by the neck and tossed her across the pavement, where she landed right on Sam.

Just as Dirk started to stride toward the two, Dean found the lock of hair in the man's shoe.

After taking out his lighter, he held the hair in the flame, letting it fall to the ground to burn.

Dirk looked up at the sky, letting out a scream as he flew from the student's body.

Unconscious from being possessed and Nadia's blows, the student stumbled forward, his legs giving out on him.

Nadia quickly rolled off of Sam, her jaw dropping as she watched the big boy fall right on top of the younger Winchester.

Sam gasped, his legs and arms flailing.

"You okay?" Dean helped Nadia up from the ground.

Nadia nodded, cracking her neck. "Yeah, never felt better." She looked down at her bruised knuckles.

"Little help?" Wheezed Sam from under the boy.

The couple looked down at them, Dean frowning in disgust. "He's giving you the full cowgirl."

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"How do your hands feel?" Dean asked Nadia, leaning next to her on the Impala.

They were back at the school, waiting for Sam who was inside talking to his old teacher.

Nadia looked at her bandaged hands, moving her fingers so she could feel the aftermath of her adrenaline wearing off.

Just as much as she was angel, she was still very human.

"Yeah, I'm good." She crossed her arms over her chest.

A smile crept upon her face. "Did you see me?! I totally kicked ghost ass back there."

"Yeah I saw you." Dean chuckled, still amazed. "My girl's got it going on." He snapped.

"I was thinking, we should start paying guys to arm wrestle you. We would get some good cash."

"Yeah. . .no." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Remember only using abilities for good and emergencies."

"You're no fun." Dean pouted.

"I'll show you fun." She teased, sticking her tongue out of her mouth.

"Oh don't tempt me with a good time." Dean made her grin and roll her eyes.

Without any interruption, the couple where actually able to share a soft kiss on the lips.

Pulling away, the two smiled at one another, having not noticed Sam walking toward them.

Nadia turned her head to see the younger Winchester who looked to be in deep thought.

"Hey, everything go okay?" She asked.

"Uh. . .yeah. . .It was fine." Was all Sam said, walking straight passed them, climbing into the backseat.

Dean and Nadia looked at one another, noticing something was wrong with Sam.

The couple couldn't help to be curious on what Sam and his teacher talked about.