-Things inside italics are Dean's thoughts.-

Dean Winchester doesn't know why he's in the principal's office on the first day of the second semester. He doesn't know why Castiel Novak is sitting next to him, looking like a kicked puppy. No, Dean. Stop. All Dean does know is that he's missing English class, and doesn't have to sit through the Professor explain Hamlet. Dean sits back, wondering if this meeting will go into Chemistry also. The principal comes in, glancing at Dean.

"Hello Mr. Henriksen." Dean grins, saluting. Henriksen glares at Dean, and sits down.

"Mr. Winchester do you know why you are here?"

"No idea. Am I in trouble? Receiving some sort of reward?"

"No. Mr. Novak has come to me asking that you tutor him. In Shop class." Dean turned and stared at Castiel. The boy was red, and looking down intensely at a spot on the carpet.

"Wait. Castiel Novak, Mr. Harvard, needs my help in a class?"

"In Shop class." Castiel didn't look up. "I need an A, or I won't get into Harvard."

"So, I need to tutor you, in how to fix cars?" Dean laughed.

"Yes." Castiel finally looked up, his blue eyes fixing on Dean's. "Did I make a joke?" Dean shook his head. Henriksen coughed.

"Mr. Winchester, may I remind you that you need to get a passing grade of C in all of your classes this semester in order to graduate? Ate you sure tutoring Mr. Novak will be beneficial?"

"Yeah. He's the smartest guy in this school, except for Sammy maybe. He can tutor me in everything else."

"Agreed." Castiel nods, before Henriksen can say anything.

"Alright. Mr. Winchester, if Mr. Novak does not have an A in shop at the end of the semester, you will be held responsible."

"Right." Dean shrugs. Henriksen has a lot of talk, but isn't known to be a man of his word. Henriksen dismisses both of the boys. Castiel grabs his bag and gets up, Dean following him. When they're in the hall, Castiel stops, and turns back to Dean.

"I'll meet you at Mr. Singer's classroom after school at 3 pm. Bring your backpack, and some food. We'll start with how to change the oil in a car." Castiel nods to himself, then turns and walks away. Dean stares dumbfounded at his back His ass. What? No. The bell rings, a crowd of students rushing out. Dean spots his little brother, running over to him.

"Sammy! Hey, listen. You're gonna have to catch a ride home with a friend, I'm gonna be staying after school."

"Did you put whiskey in the milk supply again? Dean, you could go to jail for that." Sam changes textbooks, grabbing his advanced Physics notebook.

"No! I'm tutoring someone in Shop class." Dean catches Sam's binder, handing it to him.

"Thanks. Who are you tutoring?"

"Castiel Novak." The bell rings, and Dean turns, heading off to Chemistry.

-I suck at endings. I do not own Supernatural, or the characters affiliated with it.-