Dean held a cup of coffee as he entered the doors to his kindergarten class. He was there at least twenty minutes early, but he needed to get his lesson plans ready for the day. He was preparing the arts and crafts station when he heard a knock at the door.

Dean turned around. The first thing his eyes landed on were the man's eyes; a beautiful blue that he was sure was brighter than the blue in the sky that day. He was wearing a black suit with a tan trench coat haphazardly thrown on top. His black hair was tousled, making it almost look like he just got up and went to work that morning. At least that was what Dean assumed he was here for. There was a new opening for the recess and lunch supervisor since the last one decided he didn't like kids.

Dean didn't realize he hadn't said anything and was just standing there ogling the man until he spoke up. "Uh, could you direct me to the principal's office? I'm here for the job."

"Sure." Dean said. "It's just down the hall. Second door on the right."

"Thanks, Mister...?"

"Winchester." Dean walked up to the door and held out his hand. "And you are?"

"My name is Castiel. Castiel Novak." Castiel shook Dean's hand.

"So you're here about being a supervisor?" Dean asked.

Castiel nodded. "I figure it's a start to an actual teaching job." Castiel looked at the clock. "I should probably get going." He said. And with that, he was gone, speeding off towards the principal's office.

Dean went back to cleaning up the arts and crafts station until his class had to show up. His class had about fifteen kids in it, but for it being a small school, he had one of the larger classes. There were three other kindergarten teachers, Ms. Jo Harvelle, Mr. Kevin Tran, and Ms. Charlie Bradbury. Dean was very good friends with all of his co-workers.

Dean honestly hoped Castiel would get the job. He seemed like a nice guy who would do well with kids; much better than the last one at least. The last recess supervisor was named Crowley and it was obvious that he hated kids. He had his favorites, like all the other teachers, but his favorites were always the ones who picked fights with one another. He quit because he said that kids just 'weren't his thing.' Dean was actually quite relieved when he saw Crowley leave. Dean wasn't very fond of him.

The last of Dean's students entered the classroom and put their things in their cubby and went to sit down. Dean stood up from his desk and handed out reading worksheets, pairing students up as he gave them sheets. The kids went to their partners and began reading aloud while Dean hung up some pictures that one of the kids had drawn.

At lunch that day, Dean decided to head down to the teacher's lounge with the other teachers. He sat down with his usual group, with Jo, Charlie, and Kevin. "What's up?" He asked as he sat down in his designated lounge chair.

"Did you hear about the guy who got the job?" Jo asked. "I hear he's pretty cute."

"Castiel?" Dean asked and Jo shot him a look.

"How did you know?"

Dean shrugged. "He stopped by my classroom today before school started; wanted to know where the principal's office was."

Charlie lifted an eyebrow. "Ya think he's cute?"

Dean blushed. "What? No!" Dean said. "Where do you get that from?"

Charlie shrugged. "You seemed to know exactly who he was when Jo said he sounded pretty cute."

Dean of course knew she was right. He did think Castiel was cute, but he wasn't going to admit it. Not to Charlie at least. Dean knew he was bi since his senior year in high school and he's dated his fair share of girls and guys since then, but those were all just flings and no one he'd wanted to introduce to his family.

After lunch was recess and Dean decided that he was going to find Castiel and congratulate him on getting the job. At least that was what he told himself. He really just wanted to see him again.

Castiel was helping kids get their coats, hats, and gloves. It was early February and was starting to get warmed, but definitely not warm enough to go without hats and gloves.

"Hey Cas!" Dean mentally scolded himself for the habit of giving people nicknames.

Castiel looked up at Dean with a confused look on his face. "Cas?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. I have a habit of giving people nicknames..." Dean admitted quickly.

Castiel flashed him a small smile and went back to helping the kid with his mittens. "No, I like it. No one's ever really called me that before."

Dean breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "I just wanted to congratulate you on getting the job." He said.

Castiel let the kid he was helping line up to go outside. "Thanks." He stood up and faced Dean. "I'm really glad I got the job too. It seems fun. More fun than my last job, at least."

"What was your last job?" Dean asked.

Castiel shrugged. "Just some ordinary office job. It didn't feel meaningful enough, you know? I wanted to do something that could maybe help people or teach people or make a difference in someone's life." His face lit up when he spoke, but then he cast a more somber tone. "I'm sorry, you probably don't care."

"No, no, no!" Dean said quickly. "It's interesting. Besides, I agree with you. When I teach kids, I feel like I'm impacting them. At least a little. I mean, I know I'm just a kindergarten teacher and they probably won't remember this, but I feel like I'm at least teaching them something."

Castiel looked at the door and saw the kids leaving for recess. "I should probably get going." He said. "They're going out for recess."

"Oh." Dean felt a little disappointed at the fact that Castiel had to leave, but then he got an idea. "Want me to come out with you?" He asked. "I hear it sometimes gets a little boring out there by yourself."

Dean was instantly relieved when Castiel shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"