Disclaimer: I dont own Supernatural or the characters
Time Skip: 6 Months
"I swear to God Chuck, if you don't stop 'accidentally' spilling oil on Kevin I will give you an f for this marking period and make you do essays on Justin Bieber." Dean raged, flying toward Chuck.
This kid was going to be the death of him. It had been 6 months since the beginning of school and things had gotten a bit crazy. Chuck held back a fit of laughter as he looked at his angry teacher.
"I promise sir, it won't happen again" the boy cried as he broke out into laughter. Dean rolled his eyes. "Here Kevin, I keep extra clothes in the closet." He gestured for Kevin to follow him. The closet was in the back of the garage, near the impala.
"I don't normally let students back here." He commented, reaching up to pull the string attached to the light. Light filled the area, illuminating the impala. "Woah, what's that?" Kevin asked, his eyes lighting up.
Dean wasn't gonna answer but this was the most interest Kevin had shown in the class all year. "She is a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. I've been fixing her up." He smiled at the nearly completed car and opened the closet.
Grabbing a worn out pair of jeans and an old v-neck, he handed them to the boy. "Sorry I don't have anything smaller." Kevin smiled thankfully. Dean picked up a pack of passes and wrote Kevin one to go change in the bathroom.
Returning to the front of the garage he groaned. Jo had Chuck in a choke hold while a kid with a mullet lay on the floor. "Say you're sorry" Jo shouted, tightening her hold. Dean took a moment to let it happen before breaking it up. "Woah woah. Jo!" when she refused to let go, Dean yelled.
"Joanna Harvelle let him go now or I will send you to the principal." He couldn't help but think how ridiculous of a threat that was. When that also failed, he grabbed her and tugged her off him.
"I know Chuck is an ass but you can't just put people in choke holds." Dean said angrily, looking directly at her. Chuck was wheezing on the floor. "Get up!" Dean cried, exasperated. He grabbed Chuck by the arm and tugged him up. "Now I want an explanation and I want it now!" He waited for an answer.
Chuck opened his mouth to speak but dean interrupted, "Not from you chuck! Jo?" She looked at Chuck angrily and walked over to the mullet child. She helped him up and pulled him close.
"He called my brother a fag and told him to cut his fucking hair. Then he poured oil over his head." The boy in her arms looked scared, his hair covered in black goo. "Dammit Chuck! That's it you're being failed and I'm giving you a week of detention. I try so hard to be Mr. Nice Guy but I can't handle stupid bullying. Now you get your ass to Principal Naomi's office now!"
Chuck looked horrified, he looked ready to argue, but Dean grabbed him by the back of the collar. "Jo you're in charge while I'm gone. Keep everyone working. There's a sink in the back, your brother can clean up there." Dean grumbled to himself and walked Chuck to the Principal's office. Naomi's office was empty. He placed Chuck in a chair.
"Stay put!" He ordered. "Hey Anna, where's Naomi?" He questioned a pretty young redhead typing away. "Out." She responded, not bothering to look up. "Thanks" he stated, sarcastically. "Okay Chuck, looks like you're gonna go pay a visit to vice principal Arch."
He knocked quickly on a door labeled Mr. Gabriel Arch Vice Principal. "Hey Gabe, not meaning to interrupt, but I have a student in need of discipline." Gabe just nodded, gesturing to bring him in. "Chuck, get in here."
A scared and nervous Chuck shuffled in, and Dean closed the door behind him. When the door was closed, he closed his eyes. Just taking a moment, he took a deep breath; when he opened his eyes, Cas was 2 inches away from his face.
Dean jumped, hitting his head on the door frame. "Jesus Cas! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Cas laughed, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Maybe you just scare too easy." he proposed, offering Dean a seat.
He seemed eager to take it, but frowned. "I need to get back to class, I left Jo in charge. I'll be surprised if I get back and everything is not on fire." Cas frowned, but nodded understandingly. "How about after school I come over for coffee, it seems like forever since we last spent time to hangout. Since Sam moved out you've been kinda cooped up in there." Dean smiled, nodding. "Sure buddy, but I gotta run." It was then Dean noticed how fast his heart was beating. He excused it as adrenaline from breaking up the fight, but he secretly worried. It seems to happen a lot when he's around Cas. It all started that first night when Cas and Dean went out for drinks.
Flashback:
The bar was loud and crowded. "Are you sure you don't want to go somewhere else?" Cas asked nervously. Dean put his hands on Cas's shoulders. "Come on man! This is how to feel alive. Find a table and I'll get us some drinks."
He headed toward the direction of the bar. "Hey, I'll have 2 shots of vodka and a shot of bourbon starting a tab." The bar keep nodded, pouring the shots. Heading back over to Cas, he walked slow, maneuvering around the dancing girls and the groups of guys intensely watching the game.
Finally he spotted the worn trench coat that signified Cas. "Man you really need to get a new coat. How long have you had that thing?" Cas looked down, scrutinizing his comment. "That's not of import." He grabbed his shot out of Dean's hand. "What is it? I mean I have a high alcohol tol
erance, but I like to know what I'm drinking." Dean smiled, "it's vodka." He held his vodka shot up "cheers?" "Cheers!" Cas responded, as they both downed their drinks. "So why the third shot?" He asked, confused.
"It's for Sammy in case he decides to show." Dean looked at it. "Before Ruby, he would have never missed the chance to grab a drink." Cas could sense a sadness behind that. "So what is it about Ruby that you don't like?" Dean laughed, racking his brain.
He opened his mouth to respond but closed it. He grabbed the shot and downed it. "It's not that I don't like her, it's that I don't like what she's doing to Sammy." Cas seemed to take that in, noticing a frown. He moved closer to Dean, feeling the need to comfort him.
"Well I know what that's like, to be so in love that you'd do anything to keep them. When I first got engaged, I was very firm that I wanted to go into the army. It was my life's dream when I was little, but Bal didn't want me in the armed forces. Bal threatened to leave me if I joined so I gave up on my dream and went to school to get my teaching degree instead. Of course before graduation Bal was stabbed by a man trying to rob us. I gave up my dream for our love and my love was still taken away. Sometimes I look at my phone and still expect a call."
Dean looked at him with such compassion and understanding. "That's how I feel about Lisa. What was her name?" He asked, looking into Cas's eyes. Cas looked back at him. "His name was Balthazar."
I really tried to incorporate thaw whole heart thump. Cas is gay so I thought Blathazar would be the perfect fiancé. As always, read and review.
