Not Mine

All credit goes to dreamoflight on An Archive of Our Own.

"So, how was your first day of school?", he asks in this typical superior parent-y voice and Dean rolls his eyes at him, slumping down in the chair and opening a can of beer and taking a huge gulp.

"I fucked this one guy on Friday night", he says and Sam drops the knife he had been holding.

"Dude... seriously?!"

"Sam. You're gonna like this. Promise."

Sam frowns, picking up the knife again and continues cutting onions, shrugging his shoulders in defeat.

"Now guess who's my new art teacher?"