~Come With Me~ ✖️

The Real You

I will never give up on you,
I see the real you.
Even if you don't,
I do,
I do.
-Three Days Grace

Dean's POV

I did it! I got the job! I'll have to get up early, but, hey, that's part of life. I'll earn more money then at the garage with uncle Bobby. I just hope the kids will like me... Well, nobody likes physical education.
Yeah, I will teach P.E.
The whistle makes me their God.
Oh well..

MONDAY MORNING~

It was the heat of the moment,
The he-
"Shut up," I said. Dammit Sammy with your Heat Of The Moment.
I threw the blankets of my body and got out of bed. I made a cup of coffee, and ate a bit of cereal, before changing into a pair of jeans and a red AC/DC shirt. I also quickly put on my shoes and ran to my car. My '67 Chevy Impala. It was raining outside. Ugh. It was a 10 minute drive to school, and I quickly stepped out and locked my baby. I mean the car, don't be confused. I looked at my scedule I got yesterday.
I have 1th and 2th period, and after lunch, 5th and 6th. I can go home for lunch, but I can stay here and chat with other teachers or help, or explore the school. I'll see.
It wasn't time, so I just went to room 23, which was where the teachers chat or take a drink or correct things and stuff when they have a free period. I knocked on the door and walked in.
"You must be Winchester?" Someone said and I nodded.
"Welcome! I'm Anna, and I teach Maths," a hot red head said.
"My name is Dean, I'll be teaching P.E.," i said and looked around.
There was a funny lookin' guy, a blonde, A brunette, and a few other people.
"My name is Lucifer, I teach religions," the weird looking guy said.
Ooookay.
"My name is Meg," the blond said, "I teach English, and this," she pointed to the brunette," is Ruby, she teaches Biology."
Ruby waved and smiled a little.
"Oh! This," she extended her arm and pulled someone out of a corner, "this is Castiel, he teaches art," Ruby said. 'Castiel' looked at the ground and played with his fingers. He is shy.
"Hi Cas," I said and the guy looked me in the eyes. Woah, his eyes are blue. Holy shit. Dark hair and blue eyes. The only thing imperfect about was the angry look in his eyes.
"Did I say something wrong?" I asked and Cas seemed to relax.
"No. It's just- My mother used to call me that. She died," Castiel said.
"I'm so sorry, my mother died too,"
Cas mumbled something like, 'i'm sorry,' and looked down again. I want to know what he's like. He's holding something back, and I will find out what.

This was the first chapter.
I hope you enjoyed!
If you haven't read my Cockled story, feel free to read it.
Stay (sic)