happy birthday to wincechesters!!! i love you a lot okay here have some cisswap!deancas making out in the backseat of a car
Deanna is having the worst day.
It probably has to do with the whole getting-punched-in-the-face thing. She puts up a good fight for the first few minutes, but there are five of them and one of her, and man, she could have planned this better.
Planning didn’t really factor into it at all. She came home from school yesterday to find Sam with a black eye, and, well, that was that. She couldn’t let those assholes get away with beating up her kid brother. So here she is, picking a fight with Lebanon High’s most recent recipient of the Asshole-of-the-Year Award, Alastair.
“You know, normally, I don’t hit girls,” Alastair says, kicking her in the stomach, “but I’ll make an exception for you. You asked for it.”
She kicks him in the shins. She may be down, but she’s not out. Alastair’s goons surround her, Gordon sinking to his knees so he can use his fists. Fuck. Fuck. She’s going to get blood on her dad’s leather jacket. She gives up on fighting back and covers her head with her hands. Maybe if she holds out, they’ll leave her alone.
But they won’t leave Sam alone. They’ll never let him hear the end of this. And Deanna can’t have that. She has to fight back. She has to. She opens her eyes, just in time to see a new pair of shoes on the scene. Nice shoes, wingtip shoes.
The newcomer taps Alastair on the shoulder, says, “Hey, assbutt,” and then breaks his nose.
