Back at their old highschool. Hell of a nostalgia trip.

Like full friggin’ circle.

There’s a series of murders going down at the school. Vicious attacks of highschooler on highschooler violence. Sam and Dean roll into town to figure it out.

Their disguise is a little different this time around, No homeland security, no fbi…Teachers. They were members of the faculty.

Dean, a substitute gym teacher for Miss Boudreaux and Sam, the latest and greatest janitor.

Dean is in the gym, demanding kids to play some dodgeball with a blow of his whistle and a conclusive ’Go nuts.’ Sam stops by to check in.

“Having fun?” He asks entertained by his brother’s superiority complex to the kids that were basically half his age.

“The whistle makes me their god.” Dean says wiggling his brows and jingling the whistle to stress the power he now holds

“Right.” Sam says dryly, “Nice shorts.” He nods to the bright red mid thigh length gym shorts he adorned. Dean is unamused by his remark.