An Angels Touch (DESTIEL teacher/student AU)

Blue-eyes

"C'mon, Sammy, we're going to be late! Get your butt down here!" Dean Winchester bellowed from the front door of the motel they were currently living in, propping the door open with his foot, his navy blue back pack loosely slung on one shoulder as he scrolled through his phone impatiently.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Sam, Deans little brother, called down from the top of the stairs, taking two steps at a time until he reached his older brother.

"Got your stuff? And your coat? And your salt?" Dean asked, fussing over Sam.

"Yes Dean, can't we just go now?" Sam said, slightly irritated by his brother, though he knew he was only looking after him. The two brothers walked out the door and shoved there bags into the back of Dean's Impala, well, it wasn't Dean's exactly, it was his dads, but Dean used it more than him.

Slinging their bags in the back, the two boys drove off. It was only a five minute ride from the motel to the school, but the ride was silent. It wasn't an awkward silence though, a comfortable one. Dean expertly parked the Impala in the school car park and they headed over to the main block, or that was what is looked like. They passed loads of people on the way in, most student and a couple teacher  that already looked worn out. Dean felt a tug on his coat and turned round to see Sam standing about a feet away, his hands shaking and nervous.

"What is it, Sammy? We have been to loads of new schools, this isn't going to be any different," Dean reassures his brother, patting him on the shoulder. Sam gulped and nodded, following Dean into the reception office.

"Sam and Dean Winchester, am I correct?" Said a woman. They brothers turned around, startled at first until Dean smiled. 

"Yes, ma'am, we're new here," He stated, even though it was pretty obvious.

"Yes, lets get you two a time table shall we, there we are," She said, scurrying around in the room collecting pieces of paper and handing them to Sam and Dean. "There is a map of the school in case you get lost, and there is the timetable," She explained, pointing to the papers as she went. 

"Ah, thanks," Dean replied, "Come on, Sammy the bell is about to ring," He added, nodding a thanks to the receptionist and turning around, leading his little brother out the room. As if on cue, the bell rang.

"Dean," Sam said, uncertainty in his voice.

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me to my class, I'm not good at reading maps," Sam mumbled, looking at his shoes.

"Sure, lets have a look at your timetable?" Dean said as Sam gratefully handed Dean his time table.

"Come with me." 

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"Thanks Dean,"

"No problem, buddy, any time." And with a rub of Sam's unruly hair, Dean was away, not wanting to be late for his own class, art. Dean didn't really like art, but it passed the time. He diden't really need school, he only attended because Sam wanted to become a lawyer and needed his education. Dean had promised their father that he would look after and protect Sam, and what better way to do that than to go to school with him? 

Reaching A3, Dean pushed the door open to find every student looking at him. With a gulp, he turned to the teacher, who was sitting at the desk with an impatient look on his face. 

"Ah, you must be Dean Winchester. Late on your very first lesson? Hmm, not a great start. Sit over there," The teacher droned, pointing to a desk in the middle of the classroom. Dean walked through the starring eyes to sit down, letting his bag drop onto the floor beside him.