God Mr. Singer's history was as boring. As. Hell. I mean, who needs to know what the hell happened in Greece in the 6th century. Dean Winchester was prepared to throw a paper airplane at Crowley McLeod when Mr. Singer saw him.

"Winchester, stay after class I would like to talk to you."

Dammit. Bobby-Mr. Singer- knew Dean like a son. If he was going to punish Dean it was going to be bad, like really bad. The rest of class droned on and after the bell rang he went up to Bobby's desk.

"Dean what exactly do you think you're doing?" he said as he put essay papers into his man bag.

"As of right now? Wasting time I could be using on Baby,"

"Listen boy, I dont need any of your smart-ass sass. Tell me this, what did we discus in class today?"

"Umm..."

"Grecian theatre! Greece is practically the birthplace of classical theatre, if you had at least tried to pay attention then you would know that!"

"Come on Bobby, cut me some slack, please?" Dean pulled out his puppy face, "I'm practically your son!"

"It's Mr. Singer to you. And I've already cut you enough slack."

"What do mean you've cut me slack?"

"Are we forgetting how you almost set Miss Milton on fire last week?"

"Bitch deserved it," he muttered

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. But it's not like I killed her or anything I almost set her on fire."

"What about that one time you covered Mr. Roman's car in glitter glue?"

"Aw c'mon, guys a dick, name one more thing and I'll yield."

"That time you hung Ms. Naomi's desk to the ceiling, the time you filled Home Ec. with a bunch of balloons, the nest of squirrels in the storage room, the time you drew a giant penis on the math chalkboard, the moose at the freshmen dance..."

"In all fairness, Sammy was there and he needed a date," Dean sniggered

Bobby just rolled his eyes and glared at Dean ,"What I'm trying to say is that someday this will all be important,"

"Not to be a bitch, but when is knowing about classical theatre going to help me later in life?" Dean said with a smirk.

"When you're going to join drama club." Bobby said without a drop of sarcasm.

Dean froze for a moment, then laughed nervously,"Ha-ha Bobby, I think it's pretty safe to bet that I'd never join Drama Club."

"Not unless you want to pass this semester,"

"You can't do that!"

"I'm the goddamn teacher I can do whatever I want."

"But Bobby! Drama Club? What the hell? Seriously, what the hell!?"

"Maybe a little time with the finer arts will help you understand the importance of paying attention in class."

"But-but-"

"Now go pick up Sam, he's probably as done with you as I am."


"Hey Sammy," Dean said as he walked down the steps.

"Hey Dean. How was history today?" He carried probably the sneakiest smirk dean has ever seen.

"Fine..." Dean said, suspicious of his brother... "How the hell did Bobby tell you before I even got out?"

"He texted me," Sam could barley hold back his laughter.

"That old man will bring me into damnation." Dean said bitterly, "but-"

"We care for the geezer anyways, c'mon Jess is supposed to come over later."

"Let's go." They got into the Impala and drove home.


Sorry its so short :| I'm going to try to to update at least twice a week. however, thanks if you read. I'm open to suggestions :). Reviews are loved.