Mr. Novak’s POV
The end of the day has arrived and I’m waiting for Dean to come in for detention.
Whilst cleaning off the board, I heard a knock on the door, and I turned to see Gabriel there with that annoying smirk he always has. “Hello, Cas! How’s my favorite big brother doing?”
I sighed. “I’m doing just fine, brother. How are you?”
“Pfffft! Stop being so modest! I’m your brother.” Gabriel came up to me and swung his arm around my shoulders.
“I am well aware of that, Gabriel.”
He jumped in front of me. “Sooooo, I was wondering if you could give me a ride home?”
I shook my head and walked past him. “No, brother. I’m sorry. I have to watch after a student today for detention.”
His head fell. “Oh. Okay. I’ll just wal--” He was cut off when Dean walked in with all his stuff. Gabriel’s somber expression disappeared with the sight of Dean. “Dean-o! I didn’t know you were the student my bro would be watching after! Why didn’t you tell me, Cas?”
I looked at them, very puzzled. “You two are friends?”
Dean looked at me. “Yes… you two are brothers?”
I slowly nodded as Gabriel walked over to my desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a handful of DumDums. He popped one in his mouth and handed a couple to Dean. “Thanks, Cas! I can walk home! All this candy makes me happy, so I’ll be okay.”
“Um. Alright. Goodbye, Gabriel.” He walked out the door and, I suppose, went home.
Dean shook his head and put a lolli in his mouth. “Well, that was interesting. As it usually is around Gabe.”
“I understand,” I said and sat down at my desk, and closed the drawer that Gabriel invaded.
Dean walked to his desk, placed all of his stuff on the floor and sat down. “Ya know, Mr. Novak, you’re not as bad as I thought you were before. You’re actually pretty chill.”
I arched my right eyebrow, and said, “Thank you, I suppose.”
“I wouldn’t mind staying after school if I were in here,” I commented. “With you, that is.”
I felt heat creeping up my neck, slowly flushing into my face. I cannot have feelings for a student. It’s wrong. Even though he is of legal age, it’s still bad. He’s my student.
‘Stop, Castiel!’ I yelled at myself.
“That’s very kind of you to express, Dean.” I looked to the file cabinet behind me, so he didn’t see my heated face.
I heard him flop down into his seat and sigh. “Yeah. You’re welcome.”
“So how has life outside of school been?” I inquired, so there wouldn’t be any awkward silence.
He cleared his throat. “It’s been okay, I guess. It could be better, but I’m not complaining.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I said, still pretending to organize files.
The rest of detention went on as idle chit chat and eventually Dean fell asleep, but I let him. When I woke him up, again, I could’ve sworn I saw his face get red from looking at me. But what do I know? I’m some boring history teacher.
