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Rated M for possible Lemon in future chapters... so don't read it if you're too young. thanks...
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without further adieu i present...
Chapter 4
Dean was a little disappointed that class had ended. He had been working on his dream car. The black 66 impala. The teacher had promised that if he did a really good job on the car that he would give it to him. So he had been working extra hard on it to gain his soon to be baby.
But with his disappointment he was also excited for his next class. He had grade 10 science with his favorite teacher Mr. Lucifer. As he reached the classroom he immediately went to turn around. Apparently, Mr. Lucifer was switched with another teacher. One of which Dean had hated with a passion. As he turned around the treacherous voice called out to him. "ah Mr. Winchester, skipping class already?" Mr. Balthazar called. Dean groaned and turned back around.
"of course not Sir." He said sarcastically, emphasizing Sir. He walked to the back of the classroom and sat down. When the bell rang the classroom was flooded with demons angels and humans alike. Though his eyes fell on one angel in particular. It was the short angel he had teased earlier. He had stared at the angel in confusion. He had been sure that he was a niner. By the look on the teachers face he could tell the teacher thought so too.
"are you lost Castiel?" the teacher asked. The angel, Castiel, shook his head.
"no Balthazar. I have you right now." He handed his papers to the teacher. The teacher looked at the papers and nodded.
"so I see. Welcome to my class Cas. Hows the family?" the teacher said as he handed the papers backed. But the angel didn't answer back, instead he smiled and went to find a seat. He scanned the room to find a seat. Dean scanned as well and saw that the chair next to him was the only seat left opened. He grinned evilly and turned away as the angel boy walked up to him. Angel boy didn't seem to recognize him, which was a good thing for Dean.
"Is this seat taken?" angel boy asked shyly. Dean looked at him and smiled friendly.
"No, its all yours angel boy." Dean said brightly and gestured to the seat. The angel smiled and sat down. As he did the teacher began his lesson.
After about 10 minutes of listening to the teacher yammer on about atomic numbers and the periodic table, Dean grew bored. He looked at the angel and saw he was totally focused on every word Balthazar was saying. His eyes then drew to the white fluffy wings on his back. They were much different then his own wings, which were more like dragon wings than bird wings. He had gotten the sudden urge to pet the wings, just to see if they were as soft as they looked. He went to reach out and touch them, but remember it was severally forbidden to touch an angel's wings. Dean shook his head and wrapped his tail around the angels chair and yanked on it.