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New Videos and Eighth Graders

Dean's pov:

I shut down my camera and collapse my tripod after I finish filming. I get up from where I was sitting and my knees creak as I do it. I start over to the computer so I can begin editing , until I realize that I forgot my camera across the room. I'm always a bit out of it when Cas isn't here, and now that I think about it, it might be a little unhealthy. But if it's unhealthy, you can title me sick. Wouldn't you be if you were missing your other half all day? I walk across the room, the dark hardwood making a sticky noise underneath my feet, like when you peel paper off of wet glue. I pick my camera, a beautiful thing it is, and brand new too. I set it down on the table and plug it in and export the video to my editing software. I barley have to think when I edit my videos now. It's a routine that I have built into myself over the years. Editing videos gives me time for my mind to wander. Into the back of my brain, where memories and thoughts are stored, and sometimes repressed. While the final product loads my thoughts drift to my marriage with Cas, one of the better things for me to think about. I couldn't ask for a better person in my life, and even if I could, I wouldn't. Even after our marriage, I will never understand why he chose me. I have so many flaws, down falls that can't be changed or fixed- or at least that's what I think. Cas has a perspective on me like no one else does, and I don't know how he does it, especially when I'm a dick. Ding! The computer makes a noise to let me know it's done. I open my browser and login into my channel. I get ready to upload my video, after all these years and hundreds of videos later, I still get nervous. I take a deep breath and run my hand through my hair, my cursor hits the upload button, and within minutes the video is up on my channel. I never forget to put my wedding band back on after a video, ever. None of my fans even have the slightest clue that I'm married, and they won't as long as I can help it. I mean could you imagine the hate Cas would receive, I just couldn't do that to him.

I guess you could say my job has short hours, so I have the rest of the day to do what I please. When you think about it it's kind of daunting though, having a whole day to do what you like, what if you waste it? Or screw it up? I usually spend my day doing stuff for Cas. He works so hard all day it's ridiculous. So I'll do any errands he has to do and make sure to have supper done when he gets home. Some days I'll go out with friends, or meet with my little brother Sammy- I mean, Sam. He asked me to stop calling him that and if I can't do it in my mind. how can I do it out loud? Oh well, it's still early. I move to the kitchen to make my breakfast and then sit down to eat it by the tv.

Cas's pov:
When I walked into the school, I was the first one there aside from the secretaries. I walked in and greeted them with a smile. Good morning Margaret, and good morning Judy. They smiled back at me and gave me a schedule to tell me what classes I have this year. Four classes of eighth graders, fun times. I prepare my class room in twenty minutes, it's easy now, almost like a routine. I have a couple minutes before the day starts so I turn on my computer and go into safari. My fingers fly over the keyboard, I have typed this url a thousand times. Y-o-u-t-u-b-e-.-c-o-m. Dean's new video is the first thing on my home page. I see the thumbnail and smile. I was lucky to get such a catch. The whole package. Personality, looks, an anything else you can think of. I plug in my headphones and Dean's voice explodes into my ears. The video is about half done when the bell rings to let the students know to come to class. I minimize the window and sigh, the rest of the video would have to wait. Twenty-five eighth grade bodies file into my classroom.
"Oh boy," I mutter to myself. "Here we go again."