AN: HI THERE. So I couldn't resist - I've started timestamps for the Novak vs Winchester 'verse. This one is the first one, kinda short, set after the end of the story itself. You can just follow this and yeah, I have no idea how regular the updates will be because of uni, but I hope you like them! Expect smut, fluff and angst.

Number #1 – Charlie sees something she probably shouldn't have

Charlie Bradbury was, in her own words, hella freaking awesome. She was also incredibly gay for her best friend (not that she would ever admit it), but even she could admit when a dude was…well, dreamy. Which is exactly what her opinion was on Mr Novak and Mr Winchester (she was convinced they were dating, if the looks they gave each other when they thought no one could see was anything to go by, not to mention the 'random' visits to one another's class that had started up a few months before).

I'm walkin' on sunshiiine….woah!

I'm walkin' on sunshine….woah!

I'm walkin' on sunshine….woah!

And don't it feel good?!

She grinned as she tapped and shimmied her way down the corridor during lunch break – no one would notice her using the computer lab to change the lunch menu for the week – enormous orange headphones hanging around her neck with tinny music blaring, wobbling with each move she made. It was because she didn't have them properly placed over her ears that she heard….well.

"Oh…"

That gravelly voice sounded awfully familiar. Charlie stopped dead, right outside of room 301 where she took History, frowning.

"Dean…oh…"

She peered around the door left slightly ajar, and her eyes widened.

RELATIONSHIP CONFIRMED!

Mr Novak was perched on the edge of his desk, head thrown back and legs locked around the waist of Mr Winchester, whose mouth was thoroughly occupied with laving hot, messy kisses on Mr Novak's neck. Mr Novak was letting out quiet whimpers and biting his lower lip, fingers clenching around Mr Winchester's upper back from where they were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His tie was almost completely undone, suit rumpled – jacket hanging off one shoulder – and eyes half-lidded – just open enough for Charlie to see his lust-blown pupils. Mr Winchester, for his part, was still wearing his greasy jeans and t-shirt from the AutoShop class Charlie had been in not ten minutes ago, and his shirt was rucked up just enough for her to glimpse the golden, rippling skin of his lower back.

"Hey, Mr Novak," Mr Winchester breathed against Mr Novak's neck, smiling. His eyes sparkled as he held Mr Novak tightly but lovingly, and he pulled at the tight skin of Mr Novak's lean throat between his teeth. Mr Novak shuddered, eyes slipping closed as his grip tightened.

"Say that again," he demanded, and Mr Winchester beamed.

"Mr…Novak," he said in a low flirtatious voice, enunciating each syllable. Charlie almost squeaked when Mr Novak suddenly rose up and slammed Mr Winchester against the closest student's desk – OH GOD THAT'S MY DESK – grasping the top of the other teacher's loose ("Dean, why don't you wear a belt?" "Because then I wouldn't be able to do this" "Oh. Oh. OHH…") jeans and yanking them down so that he could mouth at –

"Oh, god! Love you so fucking much," Mr Winchester ground out, gasping as he tangled his fingers in Mr Novak's dark brown locks.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT was all that was blaring through Charlie's head, unfortunately.

As silently as she could (which, to be fair, was pretty damn silent), Charlie slipped away and sprinted down the hall, lunch menu completely forgotten. However, the image of Mr Winchester in pink panties, about to receive a blowjob from her History teacher ON HER DESK THAT SHE HAD TO USE NEXT PERIOD, was one that she would never fully be able to erase.

She slumped in her seat next to Jo, hugging her books to her chest. Jo frowned at her pale face.

"You okay?"

"Mmhmm. I'm fine."

Meanwhile, back in the classroom, Castiel stopped just when Dean was halfway down his throat and looked up. He pulled back so that his mouth was no longer occupied by Dean's cock, frowning faintly.

"Did you hear something?"

"Huh? No. Now get up here and kiss me," Dean demanded.

And so Castiel did, smiling when Dean tugged him closer into the circle of his warm, muscular arms. Their lips met, and yes, his heart did thud a little harder each time this happened, because it made Dean's eyes sparkle when he smiled – something that was happening every time he looked at Castiel. And Castiel knew that he did the same, and he didn't mind at all.

"I love you, Dean," he said happily when they broke apart.

Dean bit his lip and tried not to let his smile become too broad. "I love you too, Cas."

His erection bumped against Castiel's own, through his underwear and Castiel's slacks, and a smirk touched his boyfriend's lips.

"Let's sort these out before the bell rings, shall we?"

"Oh god yes," was all Dean managed to say, before his mouth was devoured by Castiel's once more.

AN: So, yeah. Let me know what you think :)

This is for everyone that requested it, and I'll include the things you mentioned because I JUST WANT TO WRITE ABOUT THEM FOREVER. Also, thank you all so much to everyone that reviewed the original fic and followed and favourited it. I can't begin to express how much that means to me.