Hey guys! Super duper sorry for the wait. It's not that long I guess? But It's been a couple weeks.
*coughcough*literally26days*coughcough*
But I do have TWO (2) chapters to put up…. Because I'm a literal trash can, and this has been done for so fuckign long. Enjoy please comment to show your love/suffering, or just to let me know the title of this chapter is absolutely unacceptable. Hahahaha, what a heathen.

~!~

Dean smiled as he saw no teens in the room. Of course there wasn't supposed to be, but suspiciously there were often kids who'd stay after class to 'talk to' Cas. He leaned in the doorway, watching Cas look over assignments. He said he didn't see the reason in grading them for a course called "Art Expression". It was sweet, but they'd see how it worked out in practice. "How's the best husband ever?" He asked, trying to startle Cas out of his grumpy state.

"Well, or so it would seem by the smirk…" Cas said hardly glancing up as he set his papers aside. Dean gave a small laugh, not that surprised Cas turned it around on him. "Stiles and Derek are already out I take it?"

"Yeah," Dean shrugged. "They should be getting back about the same time as me. Haven't gotten a call yet, so I'm not that worried." Cas stood to kiss Dean.

"Yes, you are." Dean sighed.

"Yeah, maybe a little." As they unpacked the lunch Dean had made, a simple chicken, veggies, and rice, Dean figured now was the best time to bring it up. "So… I was thinking, Stiles has been with us a couple weeks now… and I just kind of realized today, we haven't shown him... the basement yet…"

"True…" Cas looked up to him, reluctantly musing in return.

"With all that's going on, that he's in the middle of… It's kinda reckless at this point for him not to have access to it at this point." He pulled a chair up to the other side of Cas' desk as Cas sat thinking about it.

"I suppose you're right…" Cas sighed. "I suggest we should show Scott and Derek too. It seems they'll be spending a significant amount of time at the house, they might require its use as well."

"Yeah, probably…" Dean agreed, shaking his head begrudgingly. Before he had the chance to speak again, a man, glasses, cardigan and jeans, stick up his ass it would seem, was in the doorway, knocking on the wall outside. Probably another teacher, Dean figured. He looked between them then back to Cas.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Novak. I'm interrupting, aren't I?" Cas shook his head, giving the other a quick smile.

"It's alright, Adrian. Just sitting down to lunch. Did you need something?" Adrian quirked his head, not a firm yes, but definitely not a no.

"I just thought I would return your paints. Thanks again for lending them to me." Cas nodded as Adrian set them on a desk. Adrian nodded a hello to Dean. "You must be Dean. Nice to meet you, Cas talks about you a lot."

"You too, man. I assume you're a teacher too?"

"Yeah, I'm one of the science teachers. Stiles is actually in my Chemistry class." Dean nodded, but Adrian continued before he could say anything. "I-I hope you two don't mind, I hate to seem intrusive, but I want to make sure you're aware. A few times now, I've seen him with a young man- um- an-an older young man. I actually ran into them earlier when I was getting lunch downtown. I'm not trying to judge, of course. Like I said, I'm just making sure you know he's, uh... involved with an older man- and that my concern for his safety isn't necessary…" Adrian exhaled his remaining breath upon finishing stumbling over the information. Dean forced a smile.

"Uh, yeah, we know about that unfortunately..." Dean laughed awkwardly.

"Yes, we do." Cas added, giving Dean an annoyed look, before returning his grateful attention to Adrian. "It's indeed nothing to worry about, Adrian. We're keeping a very close eye on Stiles, and Derek is a very respectable young man. Thank you for checking in with us though, we very much appreciate the concern. We're glad you're kind enough to keep an eye on him too." Adrian smiled.

"Great. I'll leave you two to eat then…" With that Adrian left. Dean sighed once he was gone.

"Yeah, great." Dean took another mouthful off his food. "Now we've gotta show him…" Cas glanced to Dean as he did the same, figuring he meant Derek but not knowing what he was getting that. "Gonna be a lot more questions if things 'don't work out'..." Cas rolled his eyes, giving an amused but disapproving shake of his head.