Dean was sitting on the floor in his living room. Him and Sam were playing with Harley Bones.
"Mommy," Dean said. "Is first grade gonna be scary?"
"Of course not, sweetie," she said from the couch. "You're gonna have lots of fun and make some new friends."
Sam flipped Harley's ears back and shouted "Bunny!"
"What if Cas isn't gonna be in my class?" He fixed the puppy's ears and threw his rubber bone.
"I'm sure he will be," she replied. Of course he will, she called the school and made them put the boys in the same class.
Harley ran after the bone, and then brought it back.
"What if Balthazar's mommy isn't my teacher? What if I get a mean teacher?"
Harley stretched onto the floor and chewed his bone. Sam grabbed one end of it and started a tug of war game with Harley.
"I'm sure everything will be fine, Dean."
The bone slipped out of Sam's grasp and he fell back, giggling.
Dean held Castiel's hand as their teacher, Mr. Henrikson, told them their assigned seats.
"Winchester, Dean," he said.
"Me," Dean said shyly. Mr. Henrikson pointed to an empty table next to the windows.
"Can Cas sit next to me?"
"Castiel is going to sit in the back, with Ms. Anna."
Dean wrinkled his nose and held Castiel's hand tighter.
"Dean, you should go sit down," Castiel whispered. Dean shook his head.
"Winchester," Mr. Henrikson said, "sit. Down."
Dean let go of Castiel's hand and wrapped his arms around him.
"Cas," he said. "Let Cas sit next to me."
"Alright, fine, I don't care. Just sit down."
Dean squeaked excitedly.
The thing that made Dean the most excited about school was the fact that his neighbor, Mr. Singer, was the new gym teacher.
"May I be on Dean's team, Mr. Singer?" Castiel asked. They were going to play T-Ball.
"Course you can," Mr. Singer said. "You can be the shortstop."
"Can I be on Dean's team too?" Lisa Braedon asked. Castiel glared at her. He really hated the fact she was in their class.
"Uh, sure." Mr. Singer replied, briefly glancing at Castiel.
"Yay!" Lisa clapped her hands. "Where should I go?"
"To another state," Castiel muttered.
Mr. Singer chuckled and told her to go to the outfield.
In Castiel's room, Dean stretched on the bed.
"First grade is hard," he said. "Mr. Henrikson is really mean."
"Lisa is in our class," Castiel growled from the edge of the bed.
"Oh yeah?" Crowley said from the floor. "Third graders have to sit in desks. And we're learning times tables."
"We can't eat candy during class," Gabriel grumbled from Castiel's reading chair. "But at least Kali's in our class." He smiled.
Balthazar rolled his eyes. "Second grade is worse," he was sitting next to Crowley and playing with the other boy's shoelaces. "Our workbooks are big. Right, Ash?"
"Yep," Ash said. He was lying on his back, legs against the wall. He had Castiel's cat doll on his chest. "At least the math is real easy."
"Are you insane?" Balthazar said. "The math is super hard. I hate double digits." He pouted.
"At least you guys got Ms. Blake." Gabriel said. "I'd give anything to have her again. I hate Mr. Adler."
Balthazar's dad came in with glasses of milk and a plate of cookies.
"What're you kids talkin' about?" he asked.
"School stuff," Balthazar said, throwing his cookie in the air and catching it in his mouth.
"It's really hard," Dean said. "We have to read 3 syllable words."
"We have to read 4 syllable words," Gabriel said.
"We have to count to-" Balthazar started, but was interrupted by Ash's loud snoring. "...He fell asleep after lunch today."
"His drool is getting my carpet wet," Castiel said.
Balthazar's dad laughed and went to get some paper towels.
