"Right, okay." Miss Britton sounded at her most bored as she surveyed her class. Castiel was doodling aimlessly in his book, a little stegosaurus appeared under his pencil wearing a top hat. He laughed quietly.

"This term, we will be doing an experiment. I will choose partners who will be 'married' you must look after your baby: a sack of flour." Castiel tried not to groan, Life skills was the worst subject in the school. He added a little TARDIS flying around the stegosaurus' head. He added a little caption 'Jeremy the stegosaurus' he did this a lot. His teacher had given up telling him off.

"Okay, first up. Benny and Chuck. Charlie and Meg. Gabriel and Sam. Crowley and Jo. Dean and Castiel." Castiel's blood ran cold. He stared up at Miss Britton, who still reading off names, mixed in with 'yes' s and muffled curses.

Okay, he was friends with Dean, but fake-married? That was eth worst idea possible. He could cope with being his friend, but something would happen and his crush of three years would know he liked him. Yay.

Another thing, looking after a sack of flour? Castiel could hardly look after himself, let alone a bag.

"Go and sort out everything with your partner." Miss Britton yelled over the sounds of annoyed/happy teenagers.

Seconds later, Dean slammed his bag down on the desk and smiled his lopsided smile at Castiel.

Shit, this wasn't going to end well.

"Hi, Cas!" he said, slightly breathless.

Castiel slowly looked up from where he had turning his pen in his hands, to stare at the boy.

"What are we gunna name it?"

Castiel carried on, staring blankly at Dean.

"Cas?" he finally said, staring at the green-eyed boy.

"Oh..." Dean went bright red. "Um, like a nickname? Its quicker than saying Castiel? And um, married couples, um give each other nicknames?" he said, looking down at his shirt hem, rolling it up and unfurling it.

There was a loud cackle from the desk next to him.

Castiel didn't have to look up to know it was his brother, Gabriel.

"Marry him, Cassie." he shrieked and threw something at him.

Castiel slowly picked up the packet of Haribo that had landed on his table.

He glared at Gabriel who was still laughing.

Dean reached over and plucked it from his grasp. He tore it open and stuffed a handful in his mouth. He gave a thumbs-up to Gabriel and picked out a ring.

Dean left his seat and kneeled in front of Castiel, who was bright red.

He gave Gabriel a dirty look, but his brother didn't see it, arguing with his partner, Sam, that the baby should be called 'Humbug' his main defence was 'Its near Christmas Sammy!' which Sam had tried to tell him that it was July and Christmas was a good 4-5 months away.

Gabriel was having none of it.

"Castiel, will you marry me?" there was another laugh from behind him.

Castiel glared at Dean.

But he couldn't deny how much he wanted to say yes.

Dean smiled.

"I'll take that as a yes." Dean smirked and he returned to his seat as Miss Britton came over to their table.

"Which one?" she droned. Dean took ages, stroking them and finally chose one with a big smile.

"I will call you..."

"Ahem. My kid too?"

Meanwhile, Miss had moved on to Gabriel and Sam, who was currently face palming and groaning about his idiotic friend.

"Humbug!" shrieked Gabriel, hugging the sack to his chest.

Sam face-palmed harder.

"What are we going to call her?" asked Dean.

Cas blinked.

"Dean. It is an inanimate burlap sack full of flour. We might as well make a loaf of bread."

Dean mock gasped and clapped his hands over where the flour baby's ears would go.

The sack turned into a vertical line of fabric. Cas reached over and flopped his hand down so it was crushed to the table.

"Jeremy!" shrieked Dean.

Cas sighed, Dean must have read it upside down on his piece of paper.

"Well, he's got a name."

Dean cooed over the squashed sack and plumped it back up to a normal-looking shape.

The bell went off. Cas saw Gabriel snatch Humbug out of Sam's hands and run for the door.

Sam groaned and looked at the ceiling for help.

"I cant look after him this weekend... I have stuff." said Castiel grabbing his stuff.

Dean went quiet. Castiel looked up at up him, worried.. His friends face was contorted in anger.

Castiel took a step back.

"YOU NEVER PULL YOUR WEIGHT AROUND HERE! I CANT LOOK AFTER HIM ALL BY MYSELF! HE NEEDS TWO PARENTS!" Dean shrieked at him.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I NEVER PULL MY WEIGHT AROUND HERE?" Castiel roared back. "I WANT A DIVORCE!"

"I WANT CUSTODY!"

"NO!"

"Boys, my next lesson is here. You cannot have a divorce." Miss Britton was standing over them. A group of Year Sevens were peering around the door frame, giggling.

Dean hrumped and turned away with a flick of his non-existent hair. He swept Jeremy up into his arms and walked past the Year Sevens, cooing to the sack as he went.

Castiel sighed, picked up his bag and left, pushing past the year sevens.

Well, it could have gone worse...

Hi kids, in case you got confused Dean and Castiel are mutual friends, but Cas likes Dean.

Hope y'all having a great day, and have a great weekend. What are you doing? I'm going to the cinema with my best friend, we're gonna watch Big Hero 6.

Seeya!

Fez.