Twelfth grade English was taught by Mr. Shurley. Dean had had him for tenth grade as well, and he was his favourite teacher in the entire building, by far more than even Coach Uriel. He also preferred that his students call him by his first name,Chuck.

Dean was one of the first students in the room. The other was Meg. Dean recognized her from all the times he'd seen her walking around the hallways with Cas. She was short and brunette, with dark brown eyes. And she had attitude rolling off of her in waves.

Dean took one of the front seats, away from Meg, who was in the back. He sat down and pulled out his composition book and a pencil from his backpack, then set them on his desk. He read what Chuck had written on the board, and smirked to himself. It read, "Be back in thirty as of 1pm", which meant that the teacher had made a mad dash to 'Noodles and Company'. Dean only knew this because Chuck had told him that that's where he always went for lunch. It almost always made him late to his next class, too.

Dean didn't pay attention as other kids filed in and filled the seats around him. He didn't pay attention to the person who sat next to him. Not until he felt someone poke his shoulder. He turned the only direction his seat allowed since he was next to the window, to find Cas in the desk next to him. Behind Cas sat Meg. Dean assumed that she had moved to Cas.

"You looked like you were sleeping with your eyes open." Cas said dryly. Dean shrugged, attempting to remain as stoic as possible even though he was ecstatic that he and Cas had English together.

"Sorry. I was just spacing out."

"Ah. Dean, this is Meg. Meg, Dean." Cas introduced them, and Meg held out a hand to Dean, who shook it politely.

"So, you're still coming to the drama club meeting, right?" Cas asked hopefully, turning away from Meg with his eyes focused on Dean.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"You aren't going to let me forget that, are you?" Cas asked, though they both knew the answer.

Dean smirked. "Nope."

Cas groaned in mock agitation. "Damn."

Again with the cuss words. Hmm. Dean had never thought Cas would utter a cuss word in his life. Strange.

The bell rang, then, and the trio turned to the front of the class just as Chuck tumbled–almost literally–through the door. He dumped an empty 'Noodles and Company' container into the trashcan, then sat on top of his desk to address the seniors.

"Welcome to English! I'm Mr. Shurley, but please, call me Chuck. This year we're going to do more literary analysis!"

That gained him a unison groan from the class, but Chuck only smiled.

"It won't be that bad! We'll read interesting books, I promise." He specifically looked at Dean when he said that, giving him the tiniest wink before reaching behind his desk and pulling out a stack of half-sheet papers.

"This is the list of books you guys will need for the year. The first one is 'The Scarlet Letter'. Have it by next Monday. That gives you five days. Amazon ships in two. I've checked. If there are any finance issues, please come talk to me after class today." Chuck said as he passed out the papers. Dean looked at the list. There were five books, none of which he owned. Awesome. He thought sourly.

The rest of English went by without notoriety, and as soon as the bell rang, he followed Cas and Meg to the drama room.