HS AU KINd of...

A DESTIEL FANFICTION

WRITTEN BY XTOASTEDZELDA

A FLYING GLASS OF MILK ADJACENT PRODUCTIONS

NOT ASSOCIATED WITH FLYING GLASS OF MILK

NOT ASSOCIATED WITH ERIC KRIPKE

CHARACTERS BELONG TO ERIC KRIPKE

BASED ON TRUE FAKE EVENTS

Dean sauntered into his third period math class thirteen minutes late, expecting the usual scolding from Ms. Stevens for being tardy.

That is not what greeted him today.

A pair of bluey-blue eyes bore into his own greeny-green ones as he hurriedly closed the door behind him out of surprise and fear.

"Name?" The substitute asked in a deep, gravelly voice as a form of salutation.

He studied his shoes nervously before coughing out a quick "Dean" and finding his personalized desk in the back row of the class. Dean's desk had a plethora of obscene doodles across the surface, along with his name carved out with a knife he often brought to school out of habit and just plain ol' juvenile rebellion.

The dark haired sub narrowed his eyes at the teenager and scribbled in the grade book as Dean slid into his seat. He stood from the large oak desk and walked to the dry erase board at the head of the classroom. Dean noted the name behind him, scribbled and almost illegible. 'Mr. Novak,' it read. Below the strange substitutes name was scribbled algebra equations. Mr. Novak picked up a marker and uncapped it, continuing an unfinished one near the bottom.

The room was a delicate mix of dedicated students taking notes, kids who didn't care enough to take notes who were whispering to people near them, and slackers in the back sleeping. Dean was happily dreaming about driving his beloved Impala on a two-lane highway in a flat, rural area somewhere in Texas.

This went on for a few weeks. Mr. Novak was taking the place of Ms. Stevens indefinitely on account of her having a death in the family and travelling to some foreign country to be with them.

Dean continued to sleep in this class. He was dropping out in a few months anyways so what was the point?

A hand nudged Dean's arm and he slowly jarred himself awake. He looked up to see those distractingly blue eyes.

"What?" he growled.

Mr. Novak cleared his throat pointedly before handing Dean a sheet of paper. He quickly realized it was a test that was taken some time last week with a red 'F' written at the top. Dean grabbed in nonchalantly and tucked it in the nest of his arms and plopped his head back on top.

"Dean, do you need help in math?" the persistent math substitute asked him in a hushed tone as to not attract attention.

"No," Dean grumbled into his sleeve.

"But you're failing, Dean."

"Bite me."

Mr. Novak straightened at that and went back to his desk.

The next day, Dean walked into the classroom, again late, to find all the desks pushed together in groups of four.

Yikes.

Group work sucks and everyone knows it.

Dean mentally flipped off the permanent substitute as he slunk to his desk, positioned into a group in the back corner of the room. The other three kids in his group nodded at his arrival and continued to either work on their own or not at all. Dean slid down in his seat and rested his head on the back rest, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes.

His relaxation was short lived, though, as Mr. Novak loudly cleared his throat to get his attention. Dean opened one eye and glared at the blue-eyed man.

"You will not sleep in this class anymore, Dean." He slid a referral slip onto Dean's desk, notifying him of his detention after school today.

"Aces," Dean grimaced as he lazily grabbed the slip and crumpled it before tossing it in the bin a few feet away.

Mr. Novak frowned and Dean did not acknowledge it as he closed his eyes again.

"Dean, do you want to fail?" he scolded.

He smirked as he replied, "Sure, Daddy. I'm dropping out soon so it's whatever." Hold up, did Dean just say 'Daddy' to a teacher? What the fuck, Dean, get your shit together. Maybe no one noticed.

The entire class was silent and was turned to face the scene that involved the almost high school dropout and attractive sub.

Then burst out laughing.

Dean sunk lower into the seat as Mr. Novak's face reddened and he walked back to his desk, hiding his face in some book. Dean laughed internally at the teacher's reaction.

After the final bell rang that day, Dean contemplated leaving immediately but decided against it as he texted his brother, Sam, to find another ride home.

He pocketed his phone and entered the fateful classroom. It was completely void of anyone and he again thought of leaving but was brought out of his decision as a presence was felt behind him. He turned around to see Mr. Novak with a very pink face.

Son of a bitch.

Mr. Novak pushed past him and sat at the desk. Dean turned with a raised eyebrow and slid into the closest desk, figuring there's no point in sitting in the back of the room if there's no one else in the room to hide behind.

The two of them sat in silence for a long few moments before the teacher broke the silence with a cough. Dean looked up from the desk to see two determined blue eyes directed at him.

"Why do you want to drop out?" he asked suddenly, tilting his head.

Dean shrugged half-heartedly. "I've got better things to do than sit around and get told what to do."

"Like what?" He wasn't dropping this, was he?

The green-eyed teenager sighed. "You really don't want to hear about this, trust me."

Mr. Novak smiled lightly. "No, I do, Dean." He leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands. "Tell me why you're dropping out."

Dean sighed again and rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't believe me."

"I'm sure I would," the teacher pushed through clenched teeth. "Talk, kid."

"My family and I," he started, leaning forward pretentiously, "hunt monsters, dude. And my dad tells me I'm one of the best hunters out there. So why should I stay in school if I can be out doing something I love and that I'm good at?" He said this in like one big breath.

Mr. Novak blinked in surprise. "What?"

Dean continued, "No, really. Why do I even need to be here?"

"Dean, I'm talking about the hunting monsters thing." Mr. Novak stood from his desk and approached the student. He kind of looked down with his eyes and said to quietly to himself, "How did I not know about that?"

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Novak, what the fuck are you talking about?"

He didn't respond and went back to his desk. He leaned over it and opened the top left drawer. The dark haired teacher turned back to Dean and was holding a chrome, cylindrical and pointed object.

"My name is Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord."

A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT BUT I WAS LIKE "IF THIS WERE A LIFETIME MOMENT OF TRUTH MOVIE THIS WOULD BE MY ACT BREAK" AND IT WAS.

sorry.

(ps flying glass of milk is a thing and you should look it up)

(like on imdb)

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And also, I was just writing this to pass the time on a computer that had no access to the Internet but somehow this happened. (may become more than just 2 chapters *shrugs indefinitely*)