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The smell of motor oil greeted Dean like an old friend as he opened the door of the car garage. It was his 4th year teaching at Lawrence High School. He stood in the opening a moment before strolling towards a covered car.

"Did you miss me baby?" He inquired as he slowly moved the cover away revealing a 1967 chevrolet impala in much less than perfect condition. "Dude you seriously need to stop calling that hunk of junk your baby."

Dean turned around and frowned at the source of the insult towards his baby. "You wait and see, by the end of the semester she'll be purring like brand new." Sam Wesson, teacher of government and law (and also Dean's roommate), stood in the door; a stupid smirk on his face at Dean's defensive reaction.

"You've been saying that for years now. I'm starting to think you'll never get it done." Dean glared at Sam for an extended minute before turning to the car with sad eyes. "Ever since the wreck.." He paused, clearing his throat, "look I'll get it done this year."

The wreck he spoke of happened 3 years prior. He had been young and had felt invincible. His fiancé Lisa and her son Ben had been in the car when he had ignored a stop sign. They were hit by a 16 wheeler; Lisa was dead on impact. Dean and Ben made it to the hospital but Ben had lost too much blood and died after 2 days in agonizing pain.

Dean himself only had a few broken ribs, a hell of a lot of cuts and bruises, and a broken arm. To this day he never forgot, and he never forgave himself. "Look man, maybe it's time to get rid of her. She brings back too many memories for you. It's not healthy." said Sam, the concern in his eyes evident as he watched Dean pet the faded top of the car.

A sad smile rest itself on Dean's face as he remembered. He proposed in this car, learned to drive in this car, lost the love of his life in this car. "Life goes on Sam, she'll hold new memories soon." The bell rang, signifying the start of school and students began to scurry in.

"See you at lunch ." Dean saluted goodbye and grabbed the beige cover. "Soon baby, real soon." The last of the car was covered up and the late bell rang. "Welcome students, to mechanics. My name is Mr. Smith, and this is gonna be one hell of a year."

As he took attendance, he couldn't help but notice a girl on his roster. His class had always been made up of boys. "Umm Joanna Harvelle?" He called out, surprised at the gender of his newest student. "Present, and I prefer Jo."

He searched for the raised hand and found a petite blonde girl. She wore a button down over a v neck t shirt and had on a pair of very worn out jeans. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"It's nice to see some interest in car mechanics from a young lady." She rolled her eyes and shifted in her chair. Dean continued with the roll call and afterwards gave his infamous speech about safety.

"While you are in my class, you will follow my rules. Rule number 1; you do not so much as think about touching the power tools until I have gone over how to use them properly. Rule number 2; you will wear jumpsuits whenever you are working on any project that involves any sort of oil or liquid. Rule number 3; I love to have a nice and friendly environment but this place is a dangerous area to fool around in. Any rough housing will get you a personal escort to the principal's office and we all know how kindly Principal Naomi takes to fights. Any questions?"

A hand went up in the back, Dean looked to find it was in fact Jo. "Yes Jo?" He asked, curious as to what she had to say. "What's under the cover?" She asked, her eyes darting to the section of the work shop that was holding the impala. "That's nothing, just a personal project I'm working on."

He dismissed the question, not wanting to bring it up now. The last time students had gotten him to discuss Lisa and Ben he had to take a leave of absence. A look of brief sadness flickered in his eyes and then was gone.

"Now for introductions. You will each go around and introduce yourself, state your age, and one interesting fact about you. I'll start. My name is Dean Smith and I'm 34. My interesting fact is that my favorite food is the Turducken burger at Big Gerson's."

In a similar fashion, each student introduced themselves. A kid named Chuck Shurley said his interesting fact was that he could predict the future whereas some others like Kevin Tran said that his interesting fact was that he was only taking this class to fill an empty slot in his schedule. Then came Jo, last but not least.

"My name is Jo Harvelle, I'm 17 years old, and they're is nothing interesting about me." Dean smirked, "Now Ms. Harvelle, there must be something you wanna share." Sighing, Jo took her combat boots off the counter and met Dean's eye. "Fine, my interesting fact is that my favorite activity is hunting."

"Well that's certainly a new one. My dad was quite the hunter back in his day." Dean said, a smile that wasn't quite happy nor sad planting itself on his face. The rest of the period passed in a hour. He showed an instructional video on safety and handed out papers to get signed by parents.

When the period was over, the students hurried to their next class. "See you all tomorrow and you better have those papers signed." He threatened after them. After they had gone, a lull fell over the garage. This was the time he loved most, when it was just him and his machine. He pulled back the cover and cooed.

"Guess who has no more classes before lunch?" He asked the car rhetorically. He answered himself in his mind and grabbed a jumpsuit that was on the bench next to his desk. A red tool box lay open on a shelf. Reaching in, he grabbed a socket wrench.

"Let's see what the damage is baby." He said as he popped the hood. The engine was in a horrid state after not being run in 3 years. Dean pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. "Don't you mind baby, I just got to make a quick call to get you a new engine." Placing the phone against his ear, he heard it ring 3 times before a gruff voice answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Bobby!" Dean answered with enthusiasm. "It's Dean, it's been a while." The voice on the other line laughed. "Ya idjit. I've been expecting this call for 3 years. Whatcha need?" Dean picked up a piece of paper that was crumpled in his pocket.

"Well baby needs a new engine and a few other minor parts I can't get here." There was shuffling on the other side of the line. "You may be the luckiest son of a bitch alive because I just got a car junked that has the engine you need. I'll call you later with more details." He hung up and began work. He couldn't do much so he conceded to remove the engine.

Blasting Kansas on his stereo, he was feeling truly at home. He rolled underneath the car to check out the damage to the bottom of the car. "Wow you really need to update your collection." Sam called, causing Dean to laugh. "One rule Sam, I pick the music."

He rolled back out and Sam extended his hand to help him up. "Naomi has called a staff meeting. Something about the new theology teacher. Might want to get cleaned up. You know she hates it when you come to meetings like that."

Dean looked confused as he surveyed himself. He found that he was covered in oil and grease. "Right I'll wash up and be out in a sec." Grabbing a towel, he ran it under some tap water. Taking off the jumpsuit, he pulled a jacket out of a nearby closet. "Alright let's go. What's so special about this new teacher anyway?"

Sam shrugged, tagging alongside Dean as they walked the short distance to the teacher's lounge. He heard voices inside and before he opened the door he could hear the all too familiar voice of Naomi and a new voice.

"Everyone, this is the new theology teacher Mr. Novak. I hope you'll make him welcome here." She smiled and then for a brief moment made eye contact with Dean, glaring at him. "So nice of you to join us Mr. Smith. Since you missed my briefing, why don't you show Mr. Novak around. I'm sure you'll get on splendidly. And with that, the meeting is adjourned. Thank you all."

Dean groaned, slowly turning his head. His heart stopped for a moment as his gaze was met by the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Clearing his throat, he snapped out of the hypnotic hold those eyes had on him.

"Oh hey there..." He trailed off. The dark haired man with the beautiful blue eyes completed his statement. "My names Castiel, but you can call me Cas. I know it's a bit weird but my parents did always say I was their little angel." Dean moved to the door, opening it for Cas. "I'm Dean, and allow me to give you the grand tour."

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