destiel teacher au

destiel highschool au

The bell wrung, alerting the students. Dean looked toward the door, smiling compassionately at his students as they gathered their things hastily and rushed to lunch. Most of them gave quick but polite nods of farewell to their teacher. Dean walked to his wooden desk and sat down as the freshmen filed out of the classroom, organizing the literature homework he collected earlier at the beginning of class from the students to be graded into a lazy pile.
"Mr. Winchester? Is it alright if I begin the test now during this lunch period so I don't have to stay after school today?" Came a high pitched voice that approached his desk. By then all students had gone. He looked up from the pile of papers and glanced up at one of his favorited freshman students. "That's fine by me, Gabrielle." He addressed her. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a folder, searching through it to find the test most students took last Thursday. She adjusted her hand bag and glasses as she waited. He pulled out the two paged packet, handing it to her, then putting the folder back where it belonged. I really need to organize better, he thought to himself as he threw the folder back into the clutter. "Just take it back to your desk and good luck." He said dryliy. Back in his youth he remembered not caring for make up tests either, or any test for that matter. "If you need to ask a question just speak up okay? I don't mind helping you." She smiled in return and continued back towards her desk, where she took her seat and graved out a pencil.
Time seemed to go by slowly as he was correcting papers when the classroom door opened. He turned his attention to all the noise. It was only another teacher. "Cas, buddy, what do you need?" Dean spoke up as he set down his blue pen. Cas had a worried expression plastered across his face. He walked over to Dean in a rush, graving the chair and pulling it to face him, graving onto the arms of the chair.
Dean jerked away a bit. Cas let go and straightened himself out, stepping aside and allowing Dean that personal space he requested for many times.
"Dean, we have a problem." Cas said in his slow but scratchy voice. Dean slid the chair back away from Cas then stood up.
"Well, spit it out." Dean began to examine Cas starting from the head down. He then noticed a rubbed in red stain on the bottom of the white shirt that he lent Cas so he looked professional and clean for his new teaching job. "You child! All over one of my nice white shirts too?" Dean inflated his voice to a stern tone. Cas began to rub the stain with a tissue that he plucked from a tissue box on Dean's desk. "I was eating a pbj for lunch when the jam slipped out of the bread. I was powerless to stop it. How do you think the staff and students would view me if I presented myself as a slob?" Cas explained himself in a rush, seemingly inpatient. Dean clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes at Cas. He graved the tissue out of Cas' hands. "Just tuck your shirt in. I'll bleach the stain out when you visit tonight." Dean sounded tired as he noticed another unpleasant thing that Cas seemed to unconsciously do that annoyed Dean; his crooked tie. Cas began to tuck the bottom of the shirt that had the noticable red stain inside his pants, while Dean straightened out his stripped tie. Cas gave off a small chuckle as he smiled widely at Dean when he looked presentable enough to Dean's standards.
"You sure do save me in desperate times." He complimented him. Dean looked away, almost as if embarrassed.
"Thank me by helping Sammy grocery shop today for dinner. And get me pie, he always forget." Dean let out a small, irritated sigh.
"Yes. Pie. I will not forget." Cas said matter of factly, graving Dean's blue pen from his desk and wrote PIE down on his front hand. He then placed the pen inside his shirt pocket, showing Dean his hand so that he knew he wouldnt forget this time. Then Cas starred blankly for a minute, remembering where he was, turning his attention toward the clock on the wall. "Oh. Class will begin shortly. I'll see you later then, Dean." Cas swung himself around and walked out of the classroom, still holding out his front hand for Dean as he disappeared into the vacant hallway. Dean put his hands on his hips. That was my favorite pen. Dean bit his lip in frustration. Dean heard noises of movement coming from the back of the classroom. He finally noticed Gabrielle, who was standing near her desk with her test and smart phone in her clenched fist. Her face was as bright red as her hair. She quickly went up to her teacher, handing him the finished test, pushing past him and sprinting into the hallway before he could speak with her. "Whats her deal? I didn't think the test was that difficult." He said to himself, perplexed, as he skimmed her test. He shrugged and returned back to his desk. He was going to grade the last of the homework when he realized he was going track down Cas for his pen that Sammy gave him when he first started his teaching job before Gabrielle took his attention. He looked up at the clock. Seven minutes till class starts. That's more than enough time to stab Cas with my stolen pen. He calmly walked outside of the classroom as students were being released back into the hallway from the cafetira. The staff always did this before the bell that signaled that lunch period was over rang. Dean followed the lockers past scattered groups of students who giggled as he walked past. Then he was stopped by another teacher. She stood infront of him, blocking the hallway as she clasped her hands together. He could barely ever remember her name, she was a bit too much for him to handle so he hardly held a conversation with her as rude as it may seemed. Mr. Pembroke (a teacher Dean made an efferot to get to know) also approached Dean, but in a more mild fashion. "Word travels fast, y'know pal." He said with a decorated smile. The female colluege gasped with feviourish excitement. She cut in with a loud voice before Mr. Pembroke could finish his question. "Is it true you've got a thing going on with the new teacher here?" She asked, taking out her IPhone and playing a video that was uploaded to a social networking site five minutes ago and was sent to her of Dean and Cass.