Hey everyone! Just a quick little note to tell you that this is my new story, and it's actually finished. I'll post the other chapters if I see an interest in this. So read and review! :)
Disclaimer: Supernatural and it's characters do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them.
It's worse to finish than to start all over.
Dean Winchester had it good. He was quarterback of the Lions, Lawrence High's football team. He had led the team to the championship three seasons in a row and had made Bobby Singer, his coach, happy. So when he was asked in Coach Singer's office before his first period, Dean was a little surprised.
"Winchester," Singer said, as soon as the teen opened the door, "you better get your grades up or your days as quarterback of the Lions are over". Dean sighed. So what if he wasn't the brightest tool in the shed? He was a pretty damn good football player.
"What do you want me to do?" Dean asked. "I study all the time coach, it's not my fault I'm stupid". The older man looked at Dean and sighed. "You're not stupid son. I want you to go see Novak." Dean frowned. The name wasn't familiar.
"Who?" The coach rolled his eyes. Of course Dean wouldn't know who that was. Typical. "Castiel Novak, he's the smartest kid in this school. Yes, even smarter than your brother." Dean frowned again. "You mean the trench coat dude? No way coach!"
Bobby sneered. "Yes way, kid. You wanna stay on the team or not?" Dean groaned. "But coach… he's… he's… he's weird!" The coach felt like calling the boy an 'idjit' but refrained himself. "Go find him." When he saw that Dean wasn't moving he added a booming 'now'.
Dean found the time to talk to is possible future tutor between first and second period. "Hey, you! Novak! I'm talking to you dammit!" Castiel turned around and looked at Dean. "Me?" The other boy just rolled his eyes and nodded. "What do you want?" Dean sighed. "I need a tutor"
Castiel looked at him in silence for a moment. Dean was starting to get uncomfortable. "And…?" he finally asked. "And… And I need a tutor dammit!" Castiel rolled his eyes. Like he was going to tutor him. "So? Ask your brother." Dean shrugged. "Coach Singer said it had to be you…" Castiel shook his head. "Nuh-huh. No." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" he asked. He had never been mean to him so that wasn't the reason, right?
"Because you're Dean Winchester" Castiel said, as if it explained everything. "And…?" "And you're a general asshole." Dean had to restrain himself to not hit the guy. Physical harm would not help his cause. "Please. If I don't get my grades up I'll be kicked off the team." Castiel shrugged. "Not my problem." "Castiel, please". Castiel sighed and nodded. "Meet me at the library after school. Don't be late."
Castiel plopped down beside Jo at their usual table at lunch time. Joana Beth Harvelle, or Jo, had been his best friend since… well, since ever, really. "Hey nerd!" she said, a smile on her face. Castiel smiled. "Hey. What's up?" Jo beamed at him. "There's an X-Files marathon tonight, wanna come over and watch it?"
Castiel smiled apologetically at his best friend. "Sorry, I can't. I'm tutoring Dean Winchester after school". Jo looked at him. "Are you sure that's a good idea? If there's one thing I'd bet my life on, it's that Dean Winchester is not a serious guy". Cas smiled and shrugged. "I'll be hard on the guy, he seems like a lost cause."
Dean sat down besides his brother. "Are you coming at Adam's place tonight?" Sam asked him. Dean shook his head. "I can't. I'm being tutored by Castiel 'the trench coat dude' Novak tonight". Sam rolled his eyes. "Why?" Dean shrugged. "Coach Singer said I had to get my grades up or I'd be kicked off the team. I like the old man, really, but he can be such an asshole sometimes!"
Sam rolled his eyes again. "Well… you do have shitty grades…" Dean fake-punched his younger brother and took a giant bite out of his cheeseburger. "I have to meet him at the library. I don't even know where it is!" Sam laughed at that. Of course his brother wouldn't know where the library was. Typical Dean Winchester behaviour. He gave his brother the directions and took a bite from his salad.
"Hey, Sammy?" Dean asked a moment later. Sam made a sound that Dean interpreted as 'What?'. "Who's the blond girl with Castiel?" His brother shrugged. "How would I know?"
When Dean entered the library, he was out of breath. He wasn't late, well, not really. He saw Castiel sitting at the far end of the library. When he got to the table, the other boy barely looked up from his book. "You are late." Dean sighed. "I'm sorry. I got lost." Castiel rolled his eyes and told his new tutoree that it was his only chance. Dean nodded and sat down.
"So… how does this work?" Dean asked after a moment. "There are rules. One; never be late. Two; never complain about the work. Three; tell Meg Master to leave Jo and Pam alone. Four; if you fail, don't blame me." Dean nodded. The rules were easy to follow, even if he didn't know who Pam and Jo were.
"Hey Cas, can I ask you a question?" Castiel nodded. "Who was the blond girl with you at lunch time?" Castiel rolled his eyes. Typical Dean, asking questions about girls instead of actual school work. "Jo Harvelle," he said, then added: "Rule number five? Don't mess with Jo". Dean nodded and took out his math notebook from his school bag.