Hi people! So this is just an idea that I had. I'm not sure if I'll go through with it or not. It will be rated M and it will be slash, which I have never tried before. So if you are interested in it, then let me know and I'll continue it!

Dean Winchester stood in the enormous classroom of Mercy college, leaning against the large desk in the front of the room talking on his cellphone. He rubbed his hand over his chin and mouth and spoke in a low tone.

"No I haven't seen him yet...Well dad, all we have is a name. We aren't even sure if it is a real name. For all we know he could be using a fake name. Hell!" he stood up and paced, "For all we know, the demon was lying about him and I am here for absolutely no reason." he slapped his hands down on his legs. "He didn't tell us why this kid is such a threat. He didn't tell us how he had anything to do with the god damned apocalypse. So why the hell are we doing this?"

Dean sighed as his father spoke to him in a rough tone. Of course he already knew the answer. They had to do whatever they could to stop what was about to occur from happening. Something was going on around the world- something an ordinary person wouldn't really notice, such as disasters and freak accidents and such. But of course, Dean and his father knew that it was the beginning of the end. They just didn't know how to stop it. But they were going to do whatever they could, and if that meant some piss poor stunt demon told them there were answers in this person- or this thing- then they were going to do everything they possibly could to get answers from him. The demon spoke with fear when he talked about him.

"Yeah okay." he snapped his phone shut.

What would a demon possibly be afraid of?

"He's the beginning of the end." the demon had said. Dean remembered all of the things his father had done to the demon to get a name out of her before killing her.

"Castiel."


Cas walked into class, his eyes darting around the room in search for a seat. He found an empty seat in the middle of the amphitheater. He set his binder and book down on the attached table in front of him and leaned back in his seat, looking up towards the teacher who was casually leaning against the edge of his desk, his arms crossed. According to the whiteboard behind him, his name was Dean Harvelle. He seemed awfully young to be a teacher. The large doors of the classroom slammed shut, snapping Cas out of his thoughts instantly. The room went silent for what seemed like several moments. The teacher just simply looked at the enormous class, arms still crossed. He raised his eyebrows before dropping them just as quickly.

He finally spoke, his husky voice filling the room.

"I could start off by introducing myself and stating what the class is about." He loosened his tie. "But that would be redundant and, well, not a very good way to catch your attention. It would be boring." There were slight nervous chuckles throughout the room. "Hell," he continued, "who am I kidding? How else are you supposed to know unless I tell you? I have no clever starter conversation for this class, however-" he straightened his posture as the class laughed a little more easily now, "I can inform all of you that you have nothing to worry about. I'm a hell of a guy." Again, the class laughed.

"I'm Mr. Harvelle, and welcome to debate. I have to let you all know that there are going to be topics in this class that will cause controversy, so if you can't take topics such as politics, laws, abortion,-" he made finger quotes, "-love, and reasons why classic rock is better than all other opposing music" –the class laughed- "then feel free to leave now." He motioned towards the doors as it became silent in the room. A few people rose from their seats and left.

"You're going to be working extremely hard this semester. So I hope you didn't expect an easy way out. This is not a class where you simply talk or argue with your peers. You will also be writing your point of views in weekly essays I will assign at the end of every week. I have very strict grading. It's all or nothing in my eyes so either you ace it, or you fail it. There are no grades in between. Okay!" he clapped his hands together and looked around the enormous class. "Take two. To those who feel they can't handle this class, there's the door." He patiently waited as more and more people exited the classroom. As the doors finally slammed shut for the last time, he smiled big. "Well now that we got rid of the slackers, welcome."

The following day, Mr. Harvelle had the first assignment ready.

"I want all of you to write me an essay first, introducing yourself, and second, explaining the one thing that pisses you off." The class wasn't very responsive, unsure if he was joking or not. By the look on his face, you could tell he wasn't. He grinned at the class, his smile instantly drawing attention. "Seriously guys. I want it done by the end of the period. This determines whether or not I want you in my class." Without another word, he sat at his desk. Everyone began to write, including Cas who kept glancing between Mr. Harvelle and his paper. He found himself slightly irritated that the teacher didn't seem to take the class very seriously. He began to write.

When the bell rang, everyone turned in their papers and headed out.

The next day, Mr. Harvelle gave the class a lecture involving tips on debating and making points in your arguments. The bell rang after the hour and a half period was up. Cas grabbed his things, being one of the last to exit the classroom. He heard Mr. Winchester call out.

"Blue eyes." He snapped his fingers and looked up. Cas turned around to see who he was talking to. He was looking straight at him and nodded him over. Cas obliged, tightening his jaw. Dean began to talk.

"So I read your paper."

"Okay." Cas replied simply, causing Dean to scoff in a small laugh.

"Okay-" he turned towards his desk, picking up Castiel's paper and reading off of it. "'Something that pisses me off is someone who has a job that they don't take seriously. Especially when they crack poor jokes just to get those around them to accept and warm up to them."' Dean raised his eyebrows at the student, who didn't seem phased by the teacher in the slightest.

"I don't see your purpose in reading my assignment to me. I wrote it. I know what it says." He said casually and oddly respectfully. Dean's eyebrows lowered.

"What does Cas stand for?"

"Castiel." There was a slight break in the conversation before Dean continued.

"Well Cas, I don't think writing like this will get you on my good side, which is the side that decides who gets into the class and who doesn't." he stated.

"Well, Mr. Harvelle,-"

"Dean."

"-well Mr. Harvelle," he continued anyway, "unlike some, I do not wish to change my opinions just to get on someone's 'good side.' That would be rather redundant and a desperate way to get your attention." Dean held in a chuckle as the student countered and quoted him from his first day speech.

They stood there for a moment in silence, not breaking eye contact.

"Welcome to the class Cas."

Well, like I said, it was an idea that popped into my head and I'm not sure if I will continue or not. I guess it all depends on the readers thoughts. I have it all in my mind what I want to do and where I want to go with this story. Hope someone liked it!