Two inside -J2- Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Bitch, Jerk
"The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms"
-Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
"Red dot means you gotta check on em' every half hour, yellow every hour, greens you don't really need to check but once or twice in the night is good, just in case" the woman drawled as she lead Jared around the white halls of the mental hospital he would be working nights in.
It was a lot for Jared Padalecki to take in, especially since he was moving up from washing the floors to being the night orderly in the men's ward, but he had finally gotten through pre-med and was in full swing of his medical degree at Texas State University, which meant he was allowed to deal with patients now.
Of course a mental hospital was no doctors surgery, but it would do to settle the work experience requirement in his degree, and from what he could tell, it was a pretty cushy job; Check on the patients once and a while, hand out their meds and just chill once everybody went to bed. It was e
Strong meWeak me cries
Strong me laughs
Weak me stumbles
While Strong me is sharp
Weak me chokes
Strong me smokes
Weak me is alone
Strong me is a slut
Weak me loves
Strong me loves harder
Weak me loses
Strong me does to
Weak me is suicidal
And strong me is a sociopath
Weak me let's you win
Strong me puts you in your place
I can't be both
But which one would you face?
Castiel is a lesbian -Destiel and Faberry-"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 hunk of chicken out of Sam's salad with a gruff noise.
"Just deal with it okay Dean? we're stuck until we can figure out what's killing the kids here, so suck it up okay?" Sam sighed, eyes drifting down to Dean's overly tight uniform with a small chuckle "and maybe find some clothes that fit "
"Oh screw you four-eyes!" Dean gruffed, flicking a tate