An Unfortunate Tattoo

Just A Teacher

I mentioned this in the last update if my other story and I'm super exited about it! Let's see how this goes. Also I'm using West as their adopted baby boy (＞ｙ＜).
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Deans POV
'... I'll see you later my beautiful viewers , have a nice day, week, etcetera!' I shut off the camera and yelled "OK honey, cameras off!", to my husband of 3 years.
Cas comes in and pecks my cheek. "Shh, I just put the baby to sleep." I felt guilty because I would usually do that with him. He noticed my face and said, "It's okay, babe. He won't be out long anyway." I just quirk a half smile at him and we head to the living room. He sits in front of a tall stack of papers, probably grading another test for his french class. (A/N: I'm gonna use this later and I'll put translations at the end of the chapters.) "How'd this one go?" He shrugs, pretty decent, a hundred from the one who's family is French, like always, but other than that same old 85-90 range." I smiled at him. "That's great, honey! Those are better than just 'decent'." I say mocking him at the end. "I love you, angel" I mumble into his shoulder, knowing he'd answer in French, which I love. "Et je t'aime." He said lightly , just as West began to cry.
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Cas' POV
After we put West down for the night, hours after he had started crying, we settled down, and I drift off dreading work in the morning.
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I woke early, prying Dean's arms from my waist, waking him in the process. "Uggg, I didn't have to be up for another hour." He groaned shielding his eyes from the sun with his arm.
"You act like you have a 9/5 job." He just chuckles at this. I opt for a 3 quarter sleeve Henley and old blue jeans too lazy to dress nice. "Shit, almost forgot to wrap my arm." I wrap my arm to cover my tattoo and thin scars that litter my arm.
****A week before****
"...hey I brought coffee" "Thanks" "Just cut this out of the vid later." He smiled at me. "It's off I just finished filming." "Mmmkay." Little did we know it wasn't off and Dean messed up the editing and hadn't cut the part
Where my tattoo and scars could be seen as I handed him the mug. The school had buzzed with, 'who was the man in Dean Winchester's new video?' I had tugged on my coat sleeve and have wrapped my arm since to keep our secret safe. "Seeya, hun!" I called behind me, and closed the door behind me off to a long say at work.
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Dean's PoV
At Cas' lunch break I call and tell him I was scheduled for a collaboration with (A/N: if you don't like him don't kill me, I just think their personalities in one room would be hilarious) Onision. (Shhh, I know) He said it was fine, and by the time Greg had showed up it was about one. We filmed a video more my style not his. A never have I ever video. "Never have I ever... Gotten a speeding ticket." "Damn." He said taking a shot. I think I should stop it here so you don't crash on the way home. We both sign off individually so we have a copy for both channels. Later on, I got a panicked call from Cas. "I think I screwed up."