Chapter 2
Classes had already started by the time the three made their way out of the office, so the halls were silent save for Claire's clicking heels and the scuffling of the Winchesters shoes as they walked along. Sam however stopped and glanced between the room number to his left and the number on his schedule.
"This is my class." He said, looking up to his brother.
Dean looked at his brother with a slight smile. "Alright, come find me if someone gives you trouble."
"Kay." Sam bobbed his head. "Bye, Dean."
"See ya." He clapped Sam on the shoulder.
"Good bye, Sam." Claire tilted her head and smiled.
"Bye, Claire." He said before opening to door to the classroom.
As the door shut home, Dean turned to Claire coyly. "So Claire, you're from England?"
She nodded as they turned to continue their way down the hall. "Yes, I moved here with my parents during the Christmas break." They walked in silence momentarily before she spoke again. "What about you? I heard you say you'd only be here for a couple of weeks?"
"Me?" He asked, surprised. "Oh, uhh... My dad is away on business, so Sam and I are staying in the local motel while we come here."
"Ah." Claire clutched her books closer in her arms, staring down the hall as they walked slowly. "So... Is your dad on business often?" She asked slowly.
"Yeah, we move across the country a lot." Dean grinned.
"Hey," She playfully bumped his shoulder with hers, making Dean's eyes widen. "I've been there. When I lived in England, we moved around a lot, much like you do. Although, when we moved here, it was nice. To stay in one place longer than a couple of weeks, I mean." She smiled up at him.
Dean looked down at her, speechless for a moment before putting on a smirk. "I prefer to do what I want, when I want." He said.
Claire shook her head in amusement, her hair swaying. "Why do I have the feeling you would do that regardless of your situation?" She mumbled, a smile dancing across her lips.
"Just the way I roll, sweetheart." He winked, his heart leaping slightly as he caught the slight blush creeping along Claire's cheeks.
They stopped to look at each other for a moment, unconsciously stepping so that they were toe to toe. "Sweetheart?" Claire quirked an eyebrow.
A grin tugged at the corner of Dean's mouth. "You prefer sugar?"
Claire cocked her head to the side. "I prefer Clairey, actually."
"Clairey?" Dean repeated, leaning down slightly, now smiling too.
Inches away from each other, the pair stood there staring each other in the eyes, smiling widely before Claire blinked, and shaking her head, blushed and stepped back. "This is it." She murmured, gesturing to the classroom door to their right.
Dean closed his eyes, licking his lips before turning his head. "Uhh, yeah."
Giving him a small encouraging smile, Claire turned on her toes to face the door with Dean close behind. Then, smoothing her skirt she knocked smartly on the door before stepping back and accidentally into Dean's chest. Quickly he grabbed her shoulders, righting her before immediately withdrawing his hands as the door opened to reveal their new teacher. He studied the pair standing outside his classroom. "Dean Winchester and Claire Shanahan?"
"Pleased to meet you, sir." Claire smiled widely, extending her hand to shake hands with the teacher.
He smiled back at her as they shook hands. "Yeah, hi. I'm Mr. Carter." He greeted them before stepping back. "Why don't you two come on in and meet your class members?"
Claire looked up and back at Dean happily before skipping into the room. As the pair entered, all the students in the room turned to look at the newcomers, straightening up when they studied the two even longer. Immediately murmurs started, whispers expressing their opinions of how attractive the new students were. Boys were winking at Claire who would simply nod politely in return. Surprisingly, Dean paid no mind to the girls who smiled at him flirtatiously, instead focusing on the girl walking in front of him. Noticing all of the looks of lust Claire was receiving, he ground his teeth before his mind cleared. Why should it bother him that guys were staring at Claire like she was something to eat? He'd just met her himself! However, he was brought back to reality when Mr. Carter squeezed himself between the two as to stand beside them, his hands on their shoulders.
"Class, these are our new students, Dean Winchester and Claire Shanahan." He smiled to the class. "I'm sure you'll join me in making sure they feel welcomed to the class." Mr. Carter then looked to Dean and Claire. "Is there anything you'd like to share with the class?"
Claire shook her head. "No, sir." She said happily, causing a wave of whispers at her accent.
Normally, Dean would make a smart-ass comment about it not mattering as he would only be at the school for a couple weeks. However, this time he couldn't bring himself to say the words. So instead, he resigned himself to shaking his head as well.
"Alright then," Mr. Carter said. "If you two could take your seats there, we'll get started right away."
Immediately Claire made her way down the isle of desks, her skirt swishing with every step before claiming a desk as her own. A moment after scanning the faces of his classmates, Dean sauntered towards the empty desk beside Claire and plopping into it, earning a giggle from her. Soon after the lecture began, a hush settling over the class. Dean sat waiting for the normal questions: where were his books, his notes? What did snatch him from his brooding however was the sound of metal screeching against the tile floor and his desk jerking as Claire slid her desk across the floor to sit next to him. Wordlessly she put her text book between them before penning down the teachers lecture and whatever he wrote on the board. Dean simply stared at her in wonder as the teacher continued on. Eventually, Claire noticed and snuck a peek at him. She immediately regretted it though as she felt her cheeks heat up, making Dean smile a genuine smile.
