After the long and agonizing Chemistry class, which consisted of Alastair telling the substitute that Dean knew the answer to a question that was asked, in an attempt to get back at the Dean for the sub telling him to be quiet: meaning that he had to talk aloud whether or not he really did know the answer. Being stared at by everyone created nervousness and Dean's breath to quicken, making his stutter worse. This made people laugh at him even more, casually reminding him that people really did not like him here. Except Cas of course, but he wasn't here.

Hanging his head in slight shame, Dean walked quickly to his locker, put his chemistry books away and grabbed his math textbook. Then after closing his locker with more force than necessary to vent the frustration from Chemistry class., he leaned up against the wall next to his locker to wait for Cas to come out of Philosophy. Their next class was Math. What a bundle of fun, Dean thought bitterly.

After a few minutes of waiting, and several amused looks from people who passed through the hallway that Dean recognized from Chemistry, Cas finally came, in that weird no-noise-whatsoever way he had. Cas grabbed his textbook too (his locker was next to Dean's) and they headed to Ms. Milton's classroom.

The rows of desks that sit in the room stood ominously in front of Ms. Milton's large birch desk, which was covered in neat piles of papers and facing her were pictures of her family. Ms. Milton is rather pretty: medium height, bright large eyes, a pearly white smile, and long red hair that seems to move entirely on its own. Ms. Milton is usually nice, sometimes a bitch, and it's easy to pass her class as long as you pass in your work.

Dean and Cas sat together in the far right corner of the room, away from everyone else. Cas didn't want to seem to talk to anyone else or be with anyone besides Dean. And usually when you're the new kid, people usually accept you into their group until they decide whether or not you're worth it. Dean couldn't seem to figure out why, as no one ever seemed nor expressed any interest to be with him. It made Dean feel rather special in a way, Cas hasn't made fun of him at all, but he then reminded himself that's it's his first day here. That made Dean wary, but it felt good to have a friend.

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. Students streamed in and settled in their seats with little enthusiasm. It is math class after all. Ms. Milton appeared out of nowhere it seemed and stood in front of the whiteboard, waiting for everyone's attention. After everyone looked at her, she turned around and started to write. Dean looked at Cas who gave him a small smile. He returned it and turned his head to see what Ms. Milton was writing. She had started to write complicated algebraic expressions on the board for them to solve.

Dean internally groaned, out of anything that was to be hated in the world of math, he hated algebra that most. It was hard for him to figure out with all the numbers, symbols, and whatnot. It also didn't help that Ms. Milton made them tell aloud what they did to get their answer.

Ms. Milton turned from the board to face her students and flashed a bright grin, "Alright class, I want you to grab a piece of blank paper and solve these expressions. Remember to show your work." There was about twelve problems written on the board, each one more hard then the previous one. Everyone grabbed a sheet of paper from their books or binders and started to solve the expressions. Each student had their own unique look of frustration, confusion, or excitement.

Dean, on the other hand, stared blankly at the expressions that he had copied on his paper, his mind also blank. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do first. He sighed, and almost gave up after a few minutes of struggling to think. What the fucking shit is this?, he thought. Dean felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned to see who it was.

Cas was already finished, was this kid a genius or something? He smiled politely, "Do you want any help? I'd be more than happy to." Dean thought about it for a moment, then decided that his math grade was far more important than his pride.

"S-su-surrre." Cas grinned and scooted his seat quietly closer to Dean's. Dean felt his stomach form into knots when he felt the heat from Cas' body radiate. He gulped and smiled at Cas, hoping that his nervousness did not show.

"Okay, so you know what the order of operations is?" Cas gazed up at Dean and waited for him to answer. Dean stared into Cas' impossibly blue eyes before he realized Cas was expecting an answer. Dean inhaled a deep breath to calm his nerves before he started to talk, "Y-Yeah." He glanced up at Cas, relieved that his lips formed a small smile.

"Good. Do you solve what's in the parentheses first or division problems first?"

"P-Par-Parentheses fir-st."

"Right. Now do that."

Math class became decidedly better, Dean thought.

Class ended then after a few hours, school ended finally. Dean said goodbye to Cas and headed to the school parking lot where Baby was. Shining the bright winter sun, the new shiny black paint on the Impala gleamed like stars. Dean's pride and joy.

Dean pulled up to the front of the middle school to pick Sam up. The passenger's door opened and Sam clambered inside.

"H-Hey, Sam-mmy." Sam is undoubtedly Dean's favorite person. Tall (and still growing), with a mop of brown hair, he was a lovable dork with a passion for books that Dean doesn't understand at all. And also has a weird ability to find Wi-fi anywhere. Sam also never became impatient with Dean when he talked, like their mother and unlike their father.

"Hey, Dean." And with that, they drove home.

In case you're wondering, this isn't the end of the story. I just had to wrap-up the chapter somehow. I think I have a plot for this story. But I'm not entirely sure. If you'd like to PM me with suggestions, feel free to do so! :)