Principal Marki raised her eyebrow and stared suspiciously at the teenager on the other side of her desk. He had made himself right at home and stared at the older administrator with a smug look on his face.

"Dean Winchester?" she asked in a clipped, sharp tone.

The young man winked at her. "Hiya, sweetheart."

Principal Marki rolled her eyes at him, unimpressed. "Mr. Winchester, did you attack Billy Robinson 6th period?"

"I barely touched him."

"He had a black eye and a split lip."

Dean shrugged. "He messed with my little brother. No one messes with my little brother."