Supernatural One Shots

Professor Castiel-Dean and Cas Not Romantic

Dean looked at the clock that was on his laptop, it read 10:06. The new maths professor was officially late.

The next time Dean looked at his clock it read 10:16. Dean looked around. There was a guy sitting next to him. He was wearing a dark blue sweater and a light blue button up on. The guy also only had a rather important looking briefcase.

Dean brushed him off as a relaxed, I don't give two shits 'bout maths. Kind of guy. The whispering was now full blown talking and screaming. Dean then saw a book fly from behind him and hit the whiteboard. Everyone got silent.

The guy next to Dean stood up and straightened his sweater and picked up his briefcase.

"Well, I guess we can talk about my favorite subject: me." Everyone heard the man because they were still silent. The guy jumped over the desks and people until he was at the front of the big room.

"Now, I am Professor Novak and I don't give two fucks about you little shits." The Professor introduced himself. Dean was in awe that he could even say that, but this was college now.

"Now let's find out what all you guys remember from high school." Professor Novak said, writing a complex equation on the board.

Dean copied the equation on his notebook paper and tried to solve it. Dean soon gave up, he clearly wasn't as smart as Novak wanted him.

After about five minutes Professor Novak wrote the answer, Dean wasn't even sure how he got it. "Alright, raise you arm if you got it correct." Novak spoke, clapping his hands. Around ten hands went up.

"Okay, nice to know we have some cheaters in this class." Novak said, eyebrows raised. The people, of course, went bright red. Well, all except one. Dean recognized him from high school. He was the 'smart kid' that everyone got their answers from. His name is Metatron. "Hey, Professor, how exactly did I cheat? I have my work written out." Metatron stated, holding up a notebook.

Professor Novak walked up the stairs to the third row and grabbed the notebook. "No, you wrote down random letters and numbers. You cheated. That was the hardest equation ever recorded, there is no way you got that answer and you are attending this school." Novak stated, slapping the notebook down in front of a now bright-red Metatron.

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Dean had two notebooks for Professor Novak's class. One was for note taking and showing work. The other was for hilarious things the young professor said/done. Here is the list:

-"hold onto your hats, kids, we're gonna do some algebra!!! ....what? that's a saying! that people say!"

-"you know, they used to call richmond 'fist city'. why are you laughing"

-"so, if you start your weekend with $250, and you end up sunday night with $10-stop laughing, you're gonna understand adulthood soon enough."

-"no, i can't put my age in the spreadsheet, it's gonna fuck up the results because you're aLL 18 and i'm OLD!"

-"i'm sorry an old man yelled at you, but that happens in the city. you just gotta get used to old men saying mean things. they're mean to me too."

-him: "okay kids, someone tell me a joke while i erase the board"
me: "my life"
him: "you think your life is a joke now? just wait 'til you're a grad student. god i'm sad."

-"you think you guys have it hard 'cause you have to do a page of math homework? i have 10 credits worth of classes, which is a FULL LOAD for a grad student, my teaching job, my OTHER job... i haven't slept in so long. who has coffee? no, fuck red bull i don't drink that shit unless i'm desperate"