Supernatural short stories

GWH first meeting

Dean tapped his hands on his legs to the Led Zeppelin song stuck in his head. He was waiting for Sam to finish talking with his math professor. As smart as Sam was, he was almost failing and needed to do some extra credit.

Don't know what math's got to do with being a lawyer, Dean thought. His eyes wandered around the hallway, but they always made their way back to the whiteboard in front of him. There was a challenge problem on it and a set of markers daring someone to come solve it. Eventually, Dean couldn't pull his eyes away. He crunched some numbers in his head, doing the best he could without writing anything down. Finally, his interest was too much. He stood up and started solving the equation. After a couple of minutes he had it all solved out including a small proof. He stepped back and smiled to himself.

"What are you doing?" A low gravelly voice said from his left.

Dean put the marked back and laughed nervously, "sorry I-"

"You can't graffiti here, that's someone's work."

"Whatever man," Dean said turning to his right and walking away.

"Don't walk away from me."

"Go fuck yourself," Dean turned a corner and quickly exited the building.

Singer's Auto, Castiel reminded himself. That was the company on the back of the man's jean jacket. That's who he would go complain to once he saw what ridiculous thing this man wrote on the board.

He turned towards the whiteboard and tilted his head. The man had solved it and given the proofs. He would have to double-check his answer sheet to make sure, but everything looked correct to him.

The door to Professor Haden's office opened and Cas turned towards the sound.

"Hi professor Novak," the boy said.

"Sam," Cas nodded.

Assuming his brother was now waiting for him outside the building Sam left quickly. He was right when he saw the impala already running right in the front. He hopped in the passenger seat and greeted his brother.

"How'd things go with the math professor?"

"Bad, I mean, he said he'd consider doing something for extra credit, but didn't tell me what it was or when I could do it. So not looking too good."

"That's tough man. But hey it's just one class. You manage to get by with a D, you're that much closer to becoming a lawyer."

Sam smiled as they drive off to go get dinner and some beers.

Curiosity got the best of Cas and he looked up Singer's auto. It was a local auto shop. He looked up the hours and also found a picture of the mystery man. His arms were around an old grump. Unlike today he could really see the man's face. His defining jawline. His full lips. His eyes. Breathe Cas. Damn those green eyes. Dean. The photo caption said his name was Dean. He was a mechanic at Bobby Singer's auto shop. This was Sam Winchester's brother. Cas decided to go to the shop the next morning.

Cas parked his car and went inside. There was no one in the small waiting room so he decided to make his way into the garage. He saw the old man, Bobby Singer, working in the open hood of a car.

"Hello," Cas said.

The man turned in surprise, "hello, so what can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for Dean Winchester."

"Today's his day off, but I can take a look at your car for you."

"No thank you my car's fine. I just wanted to talk to him."

"He's not in trouble, is he?"

"No. I just," Cas paused not knowing what exactly he wanted to talk to Dean about, "I just want to talk to him. That's all."

"Well he's not at work but I can tell you where he is."

"Really?!" Cas was shocked at his own excitement.

The old man gave him a small smile. "He's in the junkyard a few miles away." He gave Cas the address and sent him on his way.

Cas pulled up to a big stack of crushed cars. There were many more like it all around. From what he could see on the outside, there was a pocket of space in the middle, almost like a circle. That's where Dean must be.

He wandered towards the middle and saw Dean underneath an old car. He's on his back on a creeper seat. There was a radio nearby that was blasting classic rock. Apparently not that loud, because Dean heard someone approach him.

"I told you it was my day off Bobby," Dean said continuing to tighten something under the car.

"Um, I'm not Bobby," Cas replied. The cranking stopped. After a moment Dean rolled himself out from under the car. When he saw who it was he rolled his eyes and sat up.

"What do you want?"

"Actually I want to apologize. When I saw you writing on the whiteboard I assumed the worst and that was wrong of me. I'm sorry."

"Whatever it's fine. How'd you find me?"

"I saw 'Singer's auto' on the back of your jacket yesterday. Then today I went to the garage and Bobby told me you'd be here."

"Huh," Dean stood up and walked over to a small table. There was a half-drunk beer on the table which he picked up and took a swig. When he was done he spoke again, "you went through all that trouble just to apologize?"

"Well," Cas was just standing there awkwardly, "I was... curious. That was an extremely difficult problem and you solved it in only a couple of minutes. I guess I just want to know more about you, where'd you go to school?"

Dean scoffed, "Lawence public high school."

Cas squinted his eyes, "You never went to college?"

Dean leaned back on the table, "Barely made it through high school, man."

"Castiel Novak."

"Yeah well sorry, you came all this way for nothing Cas."

Cas, Dean had given him a nickname. Cas smiled then realized the silence had gone on too long. Dean was looking at him expectantly.

"What are you working on?" Cas asks eventually.

"This," Dean walked over to the car and slapped the roof, "is a 1961 Jaguar XK-E. I'm refurbishing her for a client."

"A client? I thought you worked at Singer's auto."

"Yeah I do, I just do this in my spare time."

"You work at a garage fixing cars, and in your spare time you work in a junkyard, fixing cars."

Dean shrugged, "I like cars. The way you put them together just makes sense to me."

"Like topology and differential equations."

Dean shook his head and smile, "look man, just forget about it ok? I won't do it again."

"But I want you to do it again," Cas took a step forward, "Dean your mind is extraordinary. It can comprehend extremely complex concepts and then apply the correct algorithms to solve them. That's something that most college kids struggle to do. Your mind is a gift, you shouldn't waste it."

"Waste it? What being a mechanic ain't fancy enough for you?"

"That's not what I meant."

"No that's exactly what you meant. You know a car is essential to everyone's lives, and I fix them, I save people's lives. What do you do, huh? Teach math to stuck up pricks who'll probably never use any of the crap you teach them."

"Dean please I-"

"Stop! I don't wanna hear it ok? So leave, now." Dean laid back on the creeper seat and scooted himself under the car. Cutting off the conversation for good.

Cas sighed and left.