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Fandom's Next Top Runway Model [Monday, Period Five]

When Lee got to the classroom today, there was a note on the door written in what appeared to be very shaky, very scared handwriting.

Fleeing the crazy.

Will return when threat passes.

You have the class.

Ares

Lee stared at the note for a long time and then shook his head before going into the classroom and trying to think of SOMETHING to do.

When everyone started filing in and settled down, Lee said, "Ares went and got married this weekend." Hey, he was in control. "To some girl name Rowena. I think they're on their honeymoon now or something. Make sure to wish him well when he gets back. He didn't leave us anything to do so I'm going to make something up. As a lot of you saw, I got stuck to the side of the dorms in my underwear last week by a teacher who you all should call grandmother when you see her. And then tell her I told you too."

What the hell, right?

"Anyway, that leads to the big question. Boxers or briefs? Or nothing? For girls...well, I don't know what underwear girls wear so the girls can figure that out? Why's one better than the other? Why would anyone for a frakking thong? And what the frak is up with this planet's obsession with thongs?"

Lee really shouldn't make things up off the top of his bed.

"No modeling though. Ares might reappear as soon as that happened and that'd be creepy. Oh, and if anyone would like to bitch about Parent's Weekend, we can do that too. We probably need to."

And then Lee sat down at the desk and waited for the discussions.

[OCD is ~~coming~~ up! I'm a little weird this morning.]

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Dean took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "Yeah, I know. It just... hurt. I'm not good with being left behind any time and it just seems to be happening a lot lately."

"I'll try to do better next time," she promised, since there was always a next time, "and if we weren't in class there'd be hugging until you felt better. Getting left behind is way with the stinky. I really am sorry--the timing was all kinds of bad."

"Yeah. This weekend really kinda sucked out loud. Hell, I didn't even get to see Faith when she was in town."

Dawn smiled. "She seems good, if kinda quiet, actually. Sorry she missed the slayage."

"Yeah, a lot of that going around," Dean said, managing to be able to joke about it a little.

"At least she didn't give me a lecture."

Dean frowned and gestured to indicate their conversation. "That wasn't a lecture, was it?"

"That was kinda more of an argument, but it had lecture potential."

"Lecturing's not really my style. I mean there's imparting my wisdom and there's giving Sammy a hard time, but nah, not lecturing. I mean I can see it not working when Dad does it, so no use trying it myself, y'know?"

She glanced at him hopefully. "Could you please tell that to every Buffy you meet ever?"

"I'm still trying to get her to see the whole tape down the middle of the room is a silly thing."

"I think you can give up on the tape line. It's not like we're paying attention to it anyway," she whispered.

"Well yeah, that's because you have sense." He paused. "Most of the time."

"How long until you let this go?"

"Probably going to be a while yet," Dean confided.

"Anything I can do to minimize it?" She asked hopefully.

"Would it make me a bad person if I said grovel?"

"Yes, but that doesn't make it undoable. Anything in particular you're looking for in a good grovel?"

"Well, for one... letting me take your boyfriend away for the weekend?" Dean said.

"Hunting?" Hey, she didn't want them injured either.

"Maybe. Roadtrip. We're going to see where our noses lead us."

Dawn began compiling a mental list of people who could either provide bail money or help her break them out of prison. Not surprisingly, the second list was longer. "Sure. Have fun. I'm probably going to spend the weekend applying to colleges anyway, which'll be easier if Sam's not there."

"I'd like to say forget college and join the Winchester Family Business, but your sister would probably appear out of thin air and beat me down."

"Telling her I wanted to be a Watcher was bad enough, thanks," she sulked for an entirely new (at least for this conversation) reason this time. "Plus, not sure how Sam would take it."

"College, you being a Watcher or the family business?"

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