Castiel didn't understand how he made it into Dean Harvelle's class but he did. He especially didn't understand when he walked in the following Monday to see only twelve of the dozens of students who were in the class. His eyes widened a little at Dean, who stood in the front of the class, already looking back. "Have a seat Cas." He said simply and casually. Castiel was bewildered, but still obliged. Dean had begun to teach, only to be interrupted by Cas raising his hand.

"Where is everybody?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

"This is everybody."

Castiel looked around before looking back at the teacher. He understood now that these were the only people who made it into the class with their essays.

If that was the case, then how the hell did he make it in? He practically trashed Dean in his paper. What made him keep him in the class? He looked around again to realize that there were six girls and six guys. Did he do it on purpose?

"Can I continue teaching now, or do you have anymore questions that can't wait until I'm finished?" he asked raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms. Cas grimaced and glared at the man, shaking his head.

Although Dean wasn't really a teacher and his job was a complete and utter sham, he still had to actually teach the class so that he didn't lose the job that he needed in order to keep an eye on his target, whom he happened to have an argument with on a daily basis.

"Good."

Dean didn't understand why he couldn't just kill the son of a bitch then and there on day 1, instead of keeping up the whole "Mr. Harvelle" scam. John told him to wait, so of course, waiting is exactly what he did. Dean was bewildered at his father's attitude. Under any normal circumstances, John was a shoot-first-ask-questions-later type of man.

But these weren't normal circumstances. Over the weeks, they heard the same name from several of Lilith's head demons.

Throughout the couple of weeks that passed, Dean and Cas had an argument practically every day. It was what made debate class so ironic. Cas was supposed to be arguing, but with the students instead. Dean was supposed to observe.

An assignment came up where there were six pairs partnered up and every pair was assigned a different controversial topic. Castiel was partnered with a girl named Anna. Their topic was racial profiling and whether it was wrong or just. Anna thought it was just while Castiel decided to speak for the opposing side. Through the weeks the class worked individually on practicing arguments and creating points for their arguments.

The day of the debates, Castiel walked to class with a smile on his face and a certain oomph in his step. He had every intention of winning today's debate. Anna didn't seem like she could hold her ground very well in an argument from what he has seen before. Throughout the week that Dean tested the students and singled them out to argue something that he knew they stood for, she was shaky and nervous and couldn't seem to stand her ground. He walked through the double doors to find that she wasn't even in her seat. She wasn't there at all. He rolled his eyes and sighed, sitting down.

"Does everybody have what they need to debate?" Dean asked as soon as he took roll. Everyone agreed except for Cas.

"Not exactly." He stated, causing Dean to barely glance at him. "Oh? And why is that blue eyes?" he questioned sarcastically, causing Cas to roll his eyes once again.

"I kind of need my partner. You know, the one I'm supposed to debate against?" Dean finally looked over and simply nodded.

"Well you have your points, correct?"

Cas nodded.

"Then you're ready to go. So you're debating."

"Against who?" Castiel demanded, narrowing his eyes and straightening in his seat.

"Me. You should be used to it by now." Cas sighed at his reference to their daily arguments.

It was quiet throughout the class and the confidence Cas had dimmed. Dean was an ass but he never seemed to back down from an argument. There was obviously a reason he was teaching this class. He had no problem stating his opinions and standing behind them no matter what. Although Cas was easily irritated by the man, he always thought about what he had to say when class was over. He admired him in a way. There was no way in hell he'd ever admit it aloud.

"And how exactly will you determine who wins?" he asked Dean, skepticism in his voice.

"You'll get credit for participating. So stop asking questions and tell me what your topic is."

"Racial profiling. Wrong or just."

"Well I Say it's just." Dean almost smirked at the reaction to wash upon the student. He always did whatever he could to get under his skin since he wasn't able to do much more. Yet.

The fire instantly swelled up inside of Cas.

"How the-" he breathed deep before continuing, "I disagree." He said bluntly. Dean wasn't phased in the slightest by Cas' irritation.

"It's wrong. It's discrimination. It is completely and utterly unjust." He defended. Dean instantly countered him.

"Tell me something Cas. You see three people in a room. One is cold and dead on the floor and the other two standing over the body. It was obviously one of them that did it. The first guy's name is Chuck. Chuck is clean shaved, wearing slacks and a button-up shirt tucked in his pants. His hair is combed; he has glasses, and is wearing expensive looking shoes. The other guy is Gordon. He is tall, skinny, wearing a dirty basketball jersey and his pants are hanging off his ass. He has a large gold chain hanging from his neck, a dirty baseball hat on his head, and the gun in his hand. Tell me, Cas: Who's guilty? Chuck or Gordon?" he raised his eyebrows at Cas, who looked more irritated now than ever.

"So you're saying because Gordon is black-"

"No. No I am not saying it is because he is black. In fact, I didn't say he was black at all, did I? But you assumed he was because of his choice in attire. That's profiling isn't it? You see? Everyone does it."

"No, it isn't profiling. The only wrongdoing I just committed was stereotyping, for one. Two, just because most people do it, doesn't make it right. How do we know that Chuck didn't shoot the person and Gordon walked in and took the gun from him? How do we know that the two people didn't kill this person together? We don't." Dean had a look of approval in his eyes but said nothing. He grimaced and nodded. "Strong point." He replied. But Cas wasn't done.

"Now tell me something, Mr. Harvelle." He mocked Dean. "Tupac. Kanye West. Jay-Z. Oprah. Maury-" the class chuckled- "You'd assume their fans are mostly black or ghetto."

"That's because everybody that watches Maury most likely is." The class laughed again.

"Did you know that over 70 percent of all of his fans that watch the show are in fact, white?" he questioned. Dean tightened his jaw. "In fact, I know more white people that watch Oprah than I do any other race."

"Finishing argument." Dean kept an emotionless face and surpressed another smile.

"Chuck was a psychotic man obsessed with his neighbor, whose son, Gordon, was out of the house and came home to find that Chuck had murdered his mother. He fought him for the gun and then held him hostage until the cops arrived. Racial profiling is wrong. If you judge things based on the race of the people who like them, then you will get absolutely nowhere."

Dean nodded, secretly pleased with how Cas handled the debate. "Have a seat." The class sat in shocked silence. It was the closest they have seen Dean to giving up on an argument. This was the first time he had little to say as an opposing side.

"You win the debate." Dean stated, chuckling a bit. He couldn't deny that Castiel was a very aggressive and passionate arguer. The second the word "passionate" crossed his mind, he instantly changed his train of thought, deciding that was too strange to think.

Everything about Castiel seemed normal. It bothered Dean because he was the type of hunter to see when something was wrong instantly.

The rest of the class had their debates before the class ended. When the bell rang, Dean asked Castiel to see him.

"I would say to keep your emotions to yourself when arguing because it is unprofessional and usually gets in the way but.. it seems to work for you." He noted. Cas suppressed a smile. "Thanks." He replied shortly.

After Dean had called the student over, he didn't really know what to do next. He assumed it was just because he wanted to get a closer look at Cas. He had no idea what to say for calling him over.

"Just uh… keep it up I guess." Dean said, now unsure as to why he really asked the student to stay behind. Cas simply nodded, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "You can go." He said, turning away. Castiel grimaced but oblidged. They merely nodded at each other before he left.