A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out, but it's here now! Enjoy. Reviews are always appreciated.

Chapter 3

"Wait... what?" Dean's heart beat in his throat. "How the fuck does a kid not show up to school for four days and nobody calls his fucking guardian?" Castiel's blue eyes stared at him in shock.

"Dean- uh, someone's been call-" Castiel tried to explain.

"I don't fucking care. After that many days, somebody should have called me." Dean stormed out of the teacher's office. Castiel's jaw dropped; he wasn't used to people yelling at him. Stupid, rich jerks. Dean couldn't help but think bad about everyone who ran that school, especially at the moment. As Dean reached the school's office that he came in through, his thoughts were wild with rage. "You." Dean's attention was directed at the receptionist. "You're the girl that takes calls from parents excusing their kids from school, right?"

"Sorry, Ma'am, please hold" She rested the mouthpiece against her shoulder. "That's correct, now if you'll excuse me I'm on an important call."

"Then you know my brother, Sam Winchester, hasn't been to school since Monday?" Dean's voice shook.

"Sir, if you have an issue, you can make a formal complaint by filling out these forms" Without so much as looking at Dean she handed him a stack of white papers. Dean slammed his hand down onto the phone, hanging up her call.

"How's that for a complaint?" The look on the receptionists face would have been laughable if he hadn't been so angry. "Does my voice sound like the voice that called to tell you Sam wouldn't be in? No, I don't think it does. Maybe you should get this shit school together and confirm absences with the person who is in charge of the kid.

"Perhaps that is what they would do at a public school, but here at Saint Thomas we tend to have respectful and honest students, perhaps with the exception of your brother. This will be noted and brought to the attention of the headmaster, including your outburst." The woman's know-it-all voice made Dean want to smack her, but of course he didn't make habit of hitting people anymore.

"Aw fuck off. It's not my shitty rules that make it possible for a 17 year old kid go missing for eight hours a day." He put up his middle finger, "Sit on it."

As Dean stormed out, he vaguely heard the woman call for security. Where could have Sam had gone? What the hell compelled the kid to lie to him? Dean never gave Sam shit. He let him stay home if he was having a bad mental day whenever he needed. He let the kid pretty much do whatever he wanted as long as he knew where he was and that he was safe. Sam wasn't an idiot. He never took advantage of Dean, and it was hard for Dean to wrap his head around this act of stupidity from his brother.

Once Dean was back inside his truck, his head began to clear from the rage he was feeling. He sighed, trying to think of any reason Sam would skip school. It wasn't like his little brother. Where did he fuck up? Was it because he hadn't bought the kid a car yet? No way, even though he had been being a little bitch lately, Sam wasn't that shallow. With his head in his hands, Dean waited in the car. Sam knew he was picking him up today, so he'd have to show up at some point in time.

When Dean's phone buzzed in the seat next to him, he realized he had two unread text messages.

Dean, please let me know if you find Sam. The way you stormed out made me worry. Thank you for coming in today however. My best. Castiel Novak

Hey dean, i no u left in a hurry this morning but i was wondering if u wanted to do sumthing w/me later this wk? lmk Lisa33

After Dean read the messages on his phone, he didn't have time to reply because as soon as he looked up he saw a familiar looking kid and a not so familiar girl hanging off his arm. Dean's anger swelled in his chest once again. That fucker. In the roaring truck, Dean pulled up behind the two kids. "Hey there, Sammy! School must have gotten out early today, huh? It's just kind of strange 'cause I don't think the other kids know. They are all still in class." Dean laughed at the look on Sam's face. It was red with embarrassment. Once Dean was done talking, he winked at the girl Sam was with, and motioned for Sam to get into the truck. When Sam finally climbed into the passenger seat, he didn't say anything to Dean or the girl, so Dean drove off. If Dean thought the drive home the other day was painfully silent, this drive home was the kind of silent that drove people man, so he played Led Zeppelin too loud the whole way home.

Once the truck was stopped, Sam was out and heading to his room. After Dean shut off the truck and climbed out. He had no idea what he was going to do about the kid. He was getting way too damn moody for his liking. Once in the house, Dean went straight to the fridge for a beer. When he got comfortable on the couch, he opened his and decided that he should probably text Castiel and Lisa back while he waited for Sam to stop throwing a bitch fit.

Hey Mr. Novak, found Sam. He was walking back to school with some creepy looking chick. Never seen her before, and he hasn't talked to me yet. I'll let you know when we can start those weekly meetings. Dean.

Lisa, I've got some shit going on right now. I'll let you know when I have time. Sorry. D

Dean finished down the last of his beer when he finished texting. Being a parent was hard. There was no way he knew how to deal with this reasonably. He tried to think back to when his dad was still around. The old man was great before his mom died. He played catch, and walked around everywhere with him on his shoulders. But after his mom died, John spent way too much time at different bars, with different women. He wasn't there when Dean had his first kiss or even when he got laid for the first time. Dean had gone through his rebel stage when he was younger than Sam, but he quickly grew out of it when he realized Sam needed him to straighten out. And when John died, it seemed like things just got worse. He felt much other than 21. He felt more like 40, except with much less experience under his belt. The phone buzzed on the sofa next to him. Two messages from Castiel flash on the screen.

Thank you for the update. Teenagers are known to let their hormones think for them. Stay calm, Dean. You're a good guardian. I'll be alright. CN

And Dean, please call me Castiel. Not Mr. Novak. CN

He did not understand why a teacher would be this concerned with one of his students. None of his teachers in high school or college ever cared that much about him. Then again, he probably never showed as much potential as Sam.

Thanks for checking up. And yeah, hopefully it will all work out. Have a great night, Castiel. DW

Dean wasn't sure what else to say to Castiel, even though he felt the urge to keep texting the teacher, so he decided to end the conversation with a goodnight. When his phone buzzed again, he was disappointed when the ID didn't read 'Castiel Novak', but instead Lisa's name showed up.

oh, okay u no its fine if u dont u dont have 2 lie. L

Dean sighed. Great. This was exactly what he needed. A girl to make him feel bad for having shit going on his in life that didn't involve her.

Seriously Lisa, that's not the case. I'll get to you when I can. D

After Dean pressed send, he heard Sam's door open. He threw his phone to the side and took out another beer from the fridge. When he heard the creaking of the floorboards in the living room, Dean turned to see his little brother standing in the archway. Sam's head was low and his hands were in his pockets.

"Hey Sammy, come over here, kid?" Dean scooted over making room for the oversized kid. "We need to talk." Sam obeyed Dean and took the seat next to him.

"Man, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't do crap like that-" Sam began his explanations, but Dean stopped him feeling more angry than he intended to during their conversation.

"Sam, you seriously can't do shit like this. Do you realize how much I have to do to put you through that fucking school? Sam, I work six to seven days a week and most days I put in 12 hours a day. Not to fucking mention all the damn gas that it takes to get you to the next town and pick you up 8 hours later. Jesus Christ, Sammy, you can't do this. Not just for you, but for me too." Dean let his chest rise and fall in silence. He felt bad for being so hard to the kid, but his brother had been being a douchebag lately.

"Dean, you really don't understand. I want to spend time with Ruby. It's almost like, like I need to be around her to feel whole." Sam's voice was panicked, and he wasn't the only one panicked. Dean was freaked out, his little brother sounded obsessed.

"Dude, that's totally not health. How did you even meet this chick?" Dean's eyes were wide and his concern for his brother grew as Sam told the story about how when Dean was late for picking him up one day and met Ruby at the park. Apparently the creepy girl went to some public school near Sam's school. Not matter how Sam tried to explain his passion for the girl, Dean couldn't understand.

"Alright, alright, man. You have a girl, that's cool, congrats. I get it. It's easy to get caught up with wanting to be around with them. But you can't miss school and you need to stop acting like such a little bitch." Sam nodded, but Dean could tell he was just agree with him to get back to his room, so he go back to probably talking to Ruby.

After Dean's failed lecture, his attention went back to his phone. Three unread messages. I'm popular tonight.

No, thank you Dean. If you need anything do not hesitate to text me or call me anytime. CN

And thank you for calling me Castiel. CN

sorry dean-o text me whenever 33 L

Dean was way too tired to deal with the odd situation with the history teacher or the seemed to be crazy woman he had slept with. He cleaned his bottles up, made three sandwiches. He ate one while he put two into the fridge for Sam whenever he decided he was hungry. After he was done with his own sandwich, he decided to go to sleep since he had a double shift to work at the garage the next day.