Enemies Closer
Dean/Cas middle-school teacher AU. (5.2k)
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Dean had never keyed anyone’s car before. He cared too much about cars.
But this? This was a whole different kind of circumstance. Keying a car was about as close as Dean was ever going to get to retaliation without endangering himself or his job.
By the time he’d left the staff meeting, he had nothing but a head full of angry questions and half-formed insults echoing in his skull. He trotted down the staircase, hand skimming down the banister – which was cut and carved with middle schoolers’ names. The carving started as pure vandalism but had been promoted to tradition when nobody fixed it, and five hundred other people joined in. By the time Dean left the school building and stepped into the watery autumn sunshine, he let out a clouded breath, and with his mind made up, he marched towards the staff parking lot.
He looked around to find the guy’s car.
That had to be it, right? Golden Lincoln Continental? That dickwad bragged about having a nice car, and besides Dean’s own ‘67 Chevy Impala, this was the only other nice one here.
Gritting his teeth, Dean made his way over, fighting with his pocket to drag out his keys. He went up to the car’s left doors, where there was more room to move and his ass wouldn’t hit the pickup truck on the other side.
Dean look a quick scan of the area. Defrosted soccer field on the left, empty. Stone school building ahead, washed with golden afternoon light, reflecting pale on the windows. The faint smell of Tater Tots and boiled carrots wafted over from the steamy kitchens, lingering from lunch.
Dean took a breath and crouched, then emptied his lungs. “Sorry, girl,” he whispered to the car, and began to scrape.
He had to press harder than a touch, and it wounded him, made him squirm as the gold paint came off.
He started with one vertical line under the wing mirror, and wondered if that was enough.
No! He had to get the point across. So he kept going.
Twelve seconds later, a shadow moved into his sunbeam. “What are you doing to my car!” the silhouette demanded.
Dean gasped, standing straight, hands up. “Nothing! Wasn’t!” He glanced at his hand, then tossed his keys away, and they jangled onto the tarmac near the next car along.
The shadow came forward, and his dark hair split the sunlight, stern blue eyes and furiously flat mouth. “I saw you.”
Dean started to pant. “Wait. You’re not— Is this your car? This is— Ahhh, shit.” He let his hands down, one covering his mouth as he gazed at the scratches in the paint. “I got the wrong car.”
The man hugged an empty cardboard box to his side, looking disgruntled. “Aren’t you the student counsellor? Winchester?”
“Dean, yeah.” Dean breathed out, trying to grin, but grimacing. “You’re the, uh, science gay? Guy! Science lab guy. Right?”
“Castiel,” Castiel said, eyes narrowed. “And yes, I am gay, but that’s hardly any of your business.”
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almaasi:
Try-Something Tuesday ― almaasi
Dean/Castiel | NC-17 | 48,400 words
Summary: Human AU. Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He’s new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean’s curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not?
Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only…
Art by valiantparadox
LJ | AO3 | PDF
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princessniitza:
Cas as a primary school teacher though.
He’d totally be the teacher that encourages his students’ creativity and creates the best environment for their personality to grow - all the while teaching them SO MUCH (especially random facts about bees or ancient history that are of no use at all until they’re adults and smoothly slide it in the middle of a conversation and totally impress that guy/girl they have their eye on because for some reason they never forgot)
AND Dean as a high school teacher.
Who’d totally be the teacher to drag students back from dropping out and make them realize they can do better, and totally be the one some of them turn to when they simply cannot deal (with puberty or the situation at home), and totally be the First True Crush of so many teens (boys included, but somehow they all feel it’s okay) - which would lead to many a tear because he’s married–
UNTIL the students realize who he’s married to because OMG it’s that primary school teacher they never forgot and LOOKIT THAT THEY’RE EATING LUNCH TOGETHER ON A WEEKEND AND SHARING A SLICE OF PIE OMG THE CUTE I JUST CAN’T QUICK TAKE A PIC AND INSTAGRAM IT THE WHOLE SCHOOL NEEDS TO KNOW AND WE NEED PROOF
Teacher!Dean and teacher!Cas (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
I also started reading Try Something Tuesday and I really like it so far. The only thing is that's not how I remember elementary school being set up. We took school buses on field trips, had parent chaperons helping teachers and more than 10 kids in a class.I think I'm OCD or anal retentive or something, I'm so sorry. Maybe things are different now. I was in 3rd grade 20 yrs ago after all.
I grew up in England and moved to New Zealand, and school systems are different between the two countries, but they’re still very different to the US system, which I really have no knowledge of. And I don’t remember a whole lot from 3rd grade/year 3. What I wrote in TST was a mashup of a UK style classroom (maybe a 5th or 6th grade class) and a NZ middle school. One of my betas for that fic teaches in Puerto Rico and she was pretty sure what I wrote was accurate for the US, but obviously there’s discrepancies. Hopefully the difference is not too bothersome. Thank you for reading it, though! I hope you enjoy the rest~
[ fic link: Try-Something Tuesday ]
