Troubles And Teachers (Wincest AU)

We Don't Encourge That

Well, we ended up drinking. Not anything hardcore, just a couple of beers and maybe a glass of whiskey for Dean, but since we were teachers and drinking wasn't a good idea most of the time, our alcohol tolerance had weakened. Especially Dean's.

"Y'know, Sam, I like your new haircut. Makes you look less sad," Dean slurred, patting the top of my head a little too hard. I laughed and shooed his hand away. "Thanks, Dean. Let's call it a night, yeah?" I helped him up from the couch and turned off the TV. "But .... But," he mumbled, reaching for the bottle of alcohol on the coffee table. "Ah, no. Sleep instead," I managed to say through my chuckles.

Dean grumbled under his breath and allowed me to help him up the stairs and into his room. I brushed my teeth while he changed into pajama bottoms. When I came out of the bathroom, Dean was flopped face-down on his bed. I shook my head with a small smile, removing his socks and throwing them in the hamper.

"Thanks, Sammy," I heard him grunt. "No problem. Goodnight, Dean." I was about to close the door when Dean said my name once more. I turned around to see him looking at me with sleepy, but thoughtful, eyes. "Don't think too much tonight, okay? If you have a nightmare, come and get me. I mean it, Sam, or I'll kick your ass," he ordered in a gruff voice. I had stiffened at the mention of my nightmares, but Dean's expression made me relax. "Okay, Dean. Goodnight."

He mumbled and buried his face into his pillow.

I turned off his light and went to the guest room, where I got changed for bed. I turned off my lights and climbed under the covers.

It was a good thirty minutes before I could actually fall asleep, and even then disturbing dreams troubled me. They weren't exactly nightmares, so when I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, I decided not to tell Dean. I checked the clock on the nightstand. The numbers 5:42 glared back at me in ruby red. Rubbing my eyes and sighing, I got up and went to get dressed for the day. After that, I made some coffee and watched some more TV until I heard Dean's alarm for 6:15 go off.

"Morning," I said as I entered his room with a coffee mug and some Advil for him. Dean glared at me from under his thick blanket. "Go away and leave me to die," he muttered. He saw the Advil in my hand and straightened up. "Scratch that. C'mere, Sammy," he smiled lazily. I laughed and he winced. "Though not so loud," he hissed as he took the medicine and coffee. "Whatever. Hurry up and get dressed, we have a job to get to," I said, giving his back a pat and turning around. "Correction: you have a job to get to. I have the first two class periods off," he retorted, not moving from his spot in bed.

Putting on my best bitch face, I said, "You're my ride, remember? Now, get up. You can sleep at your desk." Dean groaned and went into the bathroom while dragging his feet like a child. I rolled my eyes and went back downstairs.

We reached the school at 6:43, and even though I offered to drive, Dean stubbornly refused, and I was subjected to his complaining.

"This is what you get for getting drunk on a school night, Dean. Deal with it," I sighed as we both sat at our usual table. Dean opened his mouth to no doubt say some witty retort, when --

" 'Ello, boys," a voice said behind us. Dean's expression became sour and I would've laughed if another person were talking to us. "Crowley," I greeted, eyeing him as he pulled out a seat beside Dean. "What, no love from my best friend?" Crowley said sarcastically when Dean didn't speak. "How can you get love from a best friend that isn't at this table?" Dean shot back. "Don't you have Kevin to terrorize?"

I smacked Dean's arm. "Not that we encourage that," I added to Crowley, who looked half-amused, half-annoyed. That seemed to be his go-to face most of the time. "Unfortunately, Mr. Tran's mother is in the hospital. He has a sub filling him in," Crowley sighed, looking to the table where Kevin usually sat. "Pining, much?" Dean muttered. Crowley rolled his eyes. "As if, Squirrel. Don't get too jealous," he taunted.

Dean's face turned red, so I said quickly, "Who's the substitute filling in?" Crowley gave a disinterested scoff and pointed to a man I hadn't noticed across the cafeteria. "Some bloke called Castiel Novak. I'm pretty sure he's Gabriel's younger brother," he informed.

Gabriel was the art teacher, and was constantly eating some sort of sweet. The man Crowley pointed out had messy jet black hair and was wearing a long, tan trench coat. Not that strange, but a little out of place. He looked awkward next to Gabriel and shuffled around a lot.

"Looks too young to be a sub," Dean commented offhandedly. I gave him a weird look and noticed the gleam in his eye as he gazed at Castiel. A strange feeling stirred in my stomach, but I was distracted from it as the first bell rang.

"See you boys later," Crowley said as he left. "Do you think the reason Crowley is so insufferable is because he teaches algebra? I mean, I hated all my math teachers," Dean said as we headed to class. I shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. Just don't fight with him like you did last year. You would've gotten fired if I hadn't intervened," I scolded him again.

Dean made a carefree noise and swerved suddenly to avoid getting run over by a bunch of students. "Sorry, Mr. Smith!" one of them called back. He waved to them and sighed. "Why did I become a teacher again, Sam?"

I glanced at him. "Was there a particular reason? If so, I don't know it," I laughed as we stopped in front of our classrooms. He shrugged and patted my shoulder. "See you at lunch," he responded as he unlocked his door. "Yeah. See you," I said as I entered my class long with a few late students.