Dean walked into his third grade classroom to find all of his pupils sitting in their desks, backs straight and facing forward. Third graders are never quiet unless they have done something wrong. Rolling his eyes, he asked, "What did you guys do?" Silence. Two girls giggled knowingly to hide their fear. He strolled the room, looking for anything out of place. Bulletin board had no phallic drawing on it this time, the cabinet of candy was still locked. The angel statue... Gone. He calmly glided to the trash can and saw it shattered. This particular piece was important to him for several reasons. Picking up the head, he revealed the reasons to the class. "Ok, you kids have seen enough Disney crap in your lives to know about dating. The girl gets captured, prince dashes in and saves her, they fall in love, blah blah blah." Children traded nervous glances, scared of the direction this was headed in. "In my case, I grew up on the road with my father and brother. We ran after my mother was murdered. That's right, when I was 4 years old, my mom was killed. She bought an angel statue for me when I was born and kept it in my room to watch over me. Even though my room was the front seat of an Impala, I still kept it because instead of just any old angel watching over me, it was my mother. My dad destroyed the angel in a fit of rage when my brother went to college."
Dean shook the angel's head, gesturing to the curly locks. "My prince, and that's right, I said prince, when he came to rescue me when I was in trouble, he gave me another angel like the one I used to have. The one that was given to me by my dead mother. The one you just smashed. What a great birthday." He sat down in his chair, leaning on his desk for support. Terrified students looked back up at him. One, who too had lost her mother, had a single tear rolling down her cheek. Dean got up and walked out calmly before sprinting down the hall.
"Looks like you need some cheering up." A man unfamiliar to the class came in holding a big colorful bag. Part of it was under the edge of his long tan trenchcoat. He dug for a while He produced a long strand of streamers. "Help me put these up." A child stood up. "Who are you?" The man looked up from his bag, grin stretching wide on his face. "I'm your teachers prince."
Dean had retreated to the break room to grab an irish coffee. He, along with the other teachers, kept some alcohol locked in the bottom cupboard. He sank into a leather armchair that smelled like his impala. He stared straight ahead, his vision starting to blur. He downed the rest of his coffee trying to fight it off. He stood up and ran to the counter and slammed the cup down, shattering it. "Son of a BITCH!" He screamed as he grabbed a broom and swept it up. He punched the chair as he sat back down. "Dear Castiel, I know your angel mojo has been gone for a long time, but if you can hear me..." He waited in silence before returning to his room.
"What the..." He said to a dark, empty classroom. He deftly flicked on the light switch. "SURPRIZE!" The class screamed excitedly and ran about the room. The room had sweeping streamers, dozens of balloons, and a A table covered with pies. broad smile crept across his face. "How did you guys do all this?" The class all turned to two girls who stepped forward. "We had help from a prince!" spoke one. "He was a real angel about helping us." added the other. Following his cue, Castiel came out from under Dean's desk. The children stepped out of his way as the two men slowly walked to each other, as if they were entranced. "Cas, you..."
"Happy Birthday Dean." Cas smiled as he grabbed Dean by the waist and kissed him.