A/N: It's official… I've been completely encompassed by Supernatural… It's not every day that I write a fanfiction, but I seen the idea of this on pinterest ( pin/303781937352190847/) and just couldn't NOT write it. I ended up using it as a base line and fluffed it around the edges, adding my own lil twists here and there.
I decided to post this first chapter in the spirit of the back to school season. I was gonna wait until I finished all the chapters, but said screw it cause I really want to know other people's feedback on this. In other words, it may be a while before each chapter… that and the fact that it's back to school season and I'm still a student, so yeaaaaah that doesn't help...
The sound of pen scratching on paper and the smell of coffee was Dean's only company as he got ready for the rest of the day.
He shuffled his papers around and stood from his desk right as the bell rang. Bracing himself for the incoming onslaught, he opened his door and toed the little rubber wedge underneath to keep it from closing again.
The door left to his opened, an older woman with brunette hair and a jean jacket over her blouse stepped out, following his example and placing a wedge under her own door. The door itself was identical to his except for it's decorations. Where his was somewhat plain, with a name tag and a counting chart, hers had a paper tree adorned with many colorful leaves. Each leaf had a name, but what really stood out was the bold and swirly name at the top that read Mrs. Harvelle.
The two exchanged nods of greeting before the sounds of a crowd of tiny voices broke the peace of the morning. Children turned the corners into the hall and made their way to their respective classrooms. Some called for Mrs. Harvelle and Mr. Balthazar, who had just opened his door across the hall from Dean's.
One little boy called for Dean, giving him a hug around his thighs for that was as high as his little arms could reach. Dean chuckled, ruffling the little boy's dark hair. "Mornin' Ben," he greeted before the boy continued into the classroom.
Children continued to file through for a few more minutes, dissipating before the next bell rung. Dean and the other teachers took the wedges from their doors and continued on with their routines.
The morning was fairly uneventful and before Dean knew it, it was time to escort everyone to lunch. Being the one that was elected to chaperone during lunch and recess this year, he was obligated to accompany the little tikes to lunch and recess every day of the current school year.
It wasn't long into lunch when one of the administrators came up to Dean, along with a man he didn't recognize.
"Mr. Shurley," Dean said with a forward tilt of his head in greeting. "Please, I've told you that you can call me Chuck," the shorter man sighed, "anyways, I'm here to introduce you to Castiel Novak, the new first grade teacher. I was just giving him a tour."
Dean rolled his eyes at Chuck, although this stranger had peaked his interest. "Castiel, huh? That's an interesting name…" Dean commented, offering his hand to shake. Castiel took it with a firm grasp. "Yes, I guess it is. And yours would be?" he asked, locking eyes with Dean while keeping their hands latched.
Dean quirked a brow, a challenging smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "Mr. Winchester, but you can call me Dean."
Chuck glanced back and forth between the two then let out a noise of nervousness. "W-well… I'm-I'm just… gonna," he pointed behind him with his thumbs, "yeah…" He shuffled away.
Castiel watched him leave, only then noticing he was still gripping Dean's hand. "I guess that's the end of my tour. It's a shame, there was still places that I had to see…" Castiel commented as he disconnected their hands.
"Well where were you needing to see?" Dean asked, turning back to the tables of little kids eating their lunches. Castiel followed his lead and also turned.
"Not many.. Just the kindergarten hall and the playground," Castiel hummed in answer, clasping his hands leisurely behind his back. Dean let out another chuckle, causing Castiel to turn to him with brows creased in question. "What? Are those places really that entertaining?"
Dean waved a hand dismissively. "Haha, not that. I could take you to both places without having to go out of my way at all," he answered, "If you don't mind, I could help finish your tour."
"Oh… well, as long as I'm not taking you away from your job…" Castiel stared down at his feet as he scuffed his toe on the floor.
Wow that is adorable... Hold up… did I just call a grown ass man adorable? Jesus, I'm going to have my hands full with this one…
"It's no problem. The jerks in charge elected me to have Recess Duty™ all year, so I'll be going there with the tikes when they're done eating. Then there's the fact that I'm a kindergarten teacher, going there after recess." Dean explained, ignoring his exasperated thoughts.
A little smile spread on Castiel's face and Dean had another little mental breakdown. Shit… Yeah I'm way over my head with this one... That fucking smile…
"Thank you, Dean. I really appreciate it."
Dean went to make another comment, but noticed that it was time for cleanup and stifled himself. Instead, he asked for Castiel to join him in shepherding the children. Castiel gladly accepted.
After finally getting the kids out to the playground, Dean and Castiel were awarded some time to themselves.
The two walked the border of the play area as they chatted. Their talk mostly consisted of Dean explaining what the school was like and Castiel completely engulfed in what Dean had to say, giving his own little comments and concerns here and there.
I swear to god if this cute little shit quirks his head in confusion again I'm gonna lose it… Fuck I just called him a 'cute little shit'...
Despite his internal ranting, Dean made another joke about never going into the janitor's closet in the third grade hallway due to a stain that he's "98% certain that it's evidence of the janitor being a murderer." This made Castiel actually break out in laughter.
It's official, that is the most amazing laugh ever… Note to self: make Cas laugh as much as possible…
It was at that time that one of the kids ran up to the two men. "Bean!" the little girl called. Dean crouched down so that he could be more level with the young one. "Heyya Haley, what's up?" he greeted.
"The boys won't let me join their game of cops and robbers," Haley whined, jutting out her small little bottom lip.
"Well why don't you tell them that Mr. Winchester said that if they don't let everyone play equally then they will all be considered robbers and be locked up in detention for not being fair," Dean told her, giving her a reassuring wink before shooing her away. A smile split little Haley's face and she ran off to play with the others. Dean stood and watched her go.
"Bean?" Castiel finally spoke up, not having wanted to interrupt. Dean chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah, I let them call me by my first name since 'Winchester' is a bit of a mouth full. Some of the littler ones tend to call me 'Bean' not 'Dean'. One of the reasons I call them my little bean sprouts," he explained, continuing their stroll down the path that circled the playground.
"That is adorable," Castiel admitted. Wait, did he just call me adorable or the kids?
"Um, thanks?" was all Dean could think of saying.
With that, the two lapped into a comfortable silence, continuing to make laps around the playground. They occasionally made small talk here and there until it was time to go back inside.
Getting the kids rounded up and back inside proved to more of a hassle and Dean found himself thankful that Castiel was there to help him with the rambunctious crowd. The two handed off the kids to their own teachers a class at a time then headed over to Dean's room with his own kids.
The two lead the line shoulder to shoulder as Dean told Cas about the artworks the kids made that hung every yard down the hall. He then informed of whose classroom was who's while his own students filed into theirs.
"Thank you for showing me around and keeping me company," Castiel said politely, offering his hand for Dean to shake one more time.
"It was nothing," Dean dismissed, accepting the hand.
After a few moments of intense eye contact, Dean cleared his throat, letting go of the other man's hand. "I, um, should be getting to my class…"
"Yes, right. I'll-I'll get going, gotta get things settled in my new room...see you around?" Cas stumbled, shuffling a step back to leave. If Dean wasn't so heavily focused on Cas's baby blue eyes, he may have noticed the hint of hope laced in Castiel's question.
"See ya around," Dean confirmed with a little grin before heading into his room.
For the rest of the day, Dean couldn't get the new teacher -his amazing blue eyes, his crazily kissable mouth, his knee weakening laugh, his adorable head tilt- out of his mind.