Dean is a YouTuber. Castiel is a teacher. They're together.

Monday

*Castiel's POV*

"Hey, Cass. How was work?" Dean asks.

I put my stuff down before walking over to the couch and sitting next to him. "Just a normal, boring day. Did you record tomorrow's video?" He puts an arm around my neck and pulls me closer.

"Not yet. I'm doing a reading your comments video, and I don't know which comments to pick. I have a list, just don't know which ones to put in," Dean tells me.

"Want my help?" I ask.

"Will you be in the video?"

"No, Dean," I sigh. "You know I don't want my students finding out about you."

"And why not?" He asks.

"Because they'll just use me to get to you. I haven't come out yet, Dean," I tell him.

"Right, sorry. I forget that sometimes."

Tuesday

I eat my lunch in comfortable silence, alone in my classroom. As I'm finishing up, the bell rings. I get out the worksheet for the class to do and place them on everybody's desk.

"Good morning, Mr. Novak!" Lisa yells, walking into the room.

"I'm right here, Lisa. No need to yell. Good morning to you too," I tell her.

After I'm finished giving out the worksheet, I walk to the front of the class. I watch everybody file in and take their seats. They're all seated by the time the bell rings.

"Good morning, Mr. Novak," the class says in unison.

"You too, class. That worksheet in front of you is due by the end of class today. If you finish early, you can do whatever."

The class cheers, making me laugh. I walk to my desk and sit down, pulling out my phone.

Me: Video up yet?

Dean: Shit, you woke me up. I'll have it up in half an hour

Me: You have a schedule to uphold, you know

Dean: I'll tweet about it or something. Aren't you in class?

Me: They're doing a worksheet I handed out

Dean: Smart, hand out a worksheet so you can text your boyfriend

Me: You're an idiot lol

Dean: Hey, you love me

Me: That I do

"Mr. Novak?" Amelia asks. I look up and see her standing at my desk. I put away my phone before turning back to her.

"Need help with something?" I ask her.

"No, I'm finished," Amelia says, handing me her paper.

"Already?" I ask, taking it from her. I look over the answers, marking them all correct. "Good job, Amelia. You may do whatever."

"Can I watch YouTube?" She asks.

"Sure," I say. She smiles and walks back to her desk.

Dean: Alright, it's uploading

Me: Sorry, a student needed their answers checked. How long will it take?

Dean: Eager, are we?

Me: I always watch your video during lunch, so yes

Dean: About ten minutes

Me: Ugh ok

Dean: How are you going to watch it with a class full of 12th graders??

Me: I'll figure something out

Dean: Any of your students watch my videos?

Me: Probably. I don't ask

Dean: I'm gonna go record tomorrow's video

Me: Okay. I'll see you when I get home

Dean: Love you

Me: Love you too, Dean

"Amelia! His video is going up in three minutes!" Lisa yells across the room.

"Who's?" Kevin asks.

"Dean Winchester's," Lisa tells him.

I shake my head, failing to keep in a smile. "Students, please keep your talking to a minimum."

"We all finished," Kevin tells me.

I look around the room, seeing everyone has finished. "Alright, just no yelling." They all nod.

"It's up!" Amelia screeches.

People get up to crowd around her. I walk over to 'make sure it's school appropriate'. She plays the video.

"Hey, guys. Welcome back to another reading your comments video. 'IloveDean67: Are you married, taken, or single? Tell us about them too!'" Dean chuckles, making me smile. "I'm happily taken by my lovely boyfriend. We've been together for three years, been living together for about half of that. That's as much as I can say, since he chooses to keep his identity a secret."

"Damn it!" Lisa whines.

"Language, Lisa." I say, still slightly smiling.

"Sorry, Mr. Novak," she says.

"'DeansImpala67: Where are you from?' I'm originally from Lawrence, Kansas. I currently live there too," Dean says.

The girls screech in excitement. "He lives here! In our town!" Amelia says loudly.

"'WinchesterTwins: Do you ever get noticed when you go outside? And when will we see you and Sam do another video again?' Yes, I've been noticed when I go out. I usually don't go out unless I'm going to someone's house, working in the backyard, or at the gym. Sammy is actually going to be in tomorrow's video," Dean says.

"Hey, Dean!" Sam says, walking into the room. I laugh, remembering that from the night before.

"Sammy, you ruined it! Go wait with C," Dean says. Sam rolls his eyes and walks out of the room. "'BabyGurl23: In numerous videos, you've mentioned C. Who is this?' Well, C is my boyfriend. Him and I came up with using that instead of using his real name. Sorry for the confusion."

"Dean, do you want some pie?" Sam asks, walking back into the room. "C got it for you. Told me to give you some since you didn't have dinner."

Dean groans in frustration, making me laugh. "Why do you even ask? And I told you, I'm in the middle of recording."

"Actually, you didn't. I ask because maybe you'd want to eat with me or C after recording," Sam says. "By the way, don't cut this out. I'm sure your viewers will be laughing about this when they see it." Sure enough, they were.

"Okay, Sammy. Just give me the pie already," Dean tells him. "I'll be out in a couple minutes. If C wants to reheat the dinner for me, I'll have that too."

"You eat too much," Sam says.

"Sammy!"

"Fine, fine. I'll go," Sam laughs.

"C gave me pie," Dean says, smiling happily. A smile spreads across my face knowing how happy I had made him. "I'm gonna end this here. Sorry if it's short, I know I'm gonna have to cut a lot of it out. See you all tomorrow."

Everyone walks back to their seat, including me. After I sit down, Charlie starts to speak. "Anyone else want to know who C is?" People mutter in agreement.

"If you like watching him, you should respect his boyfriends decision. There could be numerous reasons why he doesn't want people to know. Dean respects that, so should you," I tell them.

"Like what?" Anna asks.

"Like not coming out yet, doesn't want the attention. Maybe he wants to live a normal life," I reply.

My phone rings loudly. Everyone pays attention to me as I curse under my breath. I pick it up, seeing Dean is calling.

"Cass, did you see it yet?" Dean asks.

"Yes. You know I'm in class," I remind him.

"Oh. I thought it was over," Dean says.

"Of course you did," I laugh. "It's over in five minutes. Aren't you supposed to be with your brother?"

"He went to the bathroom like 20 minutes ago," Dean tells me.

I start to laugh, rolling my eyes. "Sounds like him. Can I talk to you when I get home?"

"It's dead silent in that classroom. What the hell is going on?" Dean asks.

"They're listening. Which is why I want to talk when we get home. I'll see you then," I tell him.

"Okay, love you."

"You too," I say. After putting my phone down, I sigh. "Sorry about that, class."

"Mr. Novak, what's wrong with being gay?" Charlie asks.

My breathing hitches and I look at her with shock. "I - uh, nothing. Nothing's wrong with it. Just some people aren't comfortable with everyone knowing about it. There's nothing wrong with talking about it, though. It just depends on the person." The bell rings, cutting me off. I sigh in relief. "I'll see you all tomorrow, class."

•••

I put my stuff on the dining room table and walk to Dean's recording room. I knock on the door, then hear the game music cut off. "Come in," Dean says.

I walk in seeing Sam and Dean already looking at me. "Sorry to interrupt, just wanted to let you know I was home."

"It's okay, Cass. How was work?" Sam asks.

"Well, the whole class watched Dean's video. Then they proceeded to ask about C. I told them to respect his privacy. Then one student asked what's wrong with being gay. So thanks, Dean. Oh, and while you were in the bathroom Dean decided to call me. All of the students were staring at me."

"Come here," Dean laughs. I walk over to him and sit on his lap. He kisses my cheek, making me smile. Dean wraps his arms around me as he talks again. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that, Cass. Did they like the video?"

"They kept laughing when Sam interrupted," I tell him, slightly laughing.

"I need you to go with Sammy to the store after we're done recording," Dean tells me. "Use my credit card." He reaches into his wallet and pulls out his credit card.

"Fine, but the only time we'll be seen together is when we enter, check out, and go back to the car. I don't want to be noticed, Dean," I say to him.

"I know, but I don't want him going alone. He's still my little brother," Dean replies.

"Yeah, I know. I love how protective you are of him. It's adorable," I say.

•••

I walk up to the register, placing the groceries into the conveyor. I pull out my phone and sign in as I hand the cashier the credit card.

Me: Register 7

Sam: On my way

"Mr. Novak?" The cashier asks. I look up, seeing Lisa.

"Oh, hey, Lisa. Didn't know you worked here," I tell her.

"Why does your credit card say...Dean Winchester?!" She screeches.

"Lisa," I start.

"Castiel!" Sam yells, running up to me. "Oh god, I just ran across the entire store."

"Sam Winchester!" Lisa screeches.

Sam opens his eyes wide and stares at me in shock. He looks over to Lisa and smiles. "Nice to meet you."

"Sam, this is Lisa. One of my students," I tell him.

"Wait, Castiel? As in C?" Lisa asks.

"Thanks, Sam." I say, groaning in frustration. "Yes, I'm C. Lisa, can we just pay?"

"Can you tell him I said hi?" She asks.

"Only if you don't tell anybody I'm C. You can say you met Sam, not me, and not C," I say.

"Deal," she smiles. "Can I get a quick picture with Sam?"

"Sure," Sam says. "Cass, can you take the photo?"

"Yeah," I reply. Lisa hands me her phone with the camera pulled up. I take the photo after they pose and hand it back to her.

"Thanks," she says.

I pull out my phone, deciding to be nice. I call Dean on FaceTime and wait for him to pick up. "Hey, Cass. You okay?"

"I want you to meet someone. Her name is Lisa, she's a student of mine."

"What? I thought you didn't want anyone to know," Dean says.

"She found out because of Sam. Said she wouldn't tell anyone if I told you she said hi. Wanted to be nice, so I called you," I tell him.

"Okay, put her on." I hand the phone to Lisa before walking to Sam and helping him pack the groceries. "Hi, Lisa."

"Oh my god, it's actually you," Lisa says. "Mr. Novak, here's the credit card." She hands me the card and I put it away. "I absolutely love your videos."

"Thanks, Lisa. I really hope you'll keep this to yourself as well as Cass being C," Dean says.

"I definitely will. It's been, like, my dream to talk to you," she tells him.

"Well it's nice to meet one of my fans, as well as his student."

"Well, there's other people in line. Thanks for taking some time off to talk to me," Lisa says.

"Of course. Bye, Lisa," Dean replies.

"Bye." Lisa hands the phone back to me after he hangs up. "I can't believe I met Sam Winchester, talked to Dean, and found out my teacher is dating him all in one night."

"Yeah," I laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow, Lisa."

"Bye, Mr. Novak," Lisa says.

Sam and I walk out of the store and go to Sam's car. He opens the trunk and we both fill it up with the groceries. I put the cart back while Sam closes the trunk and gets in the drivers seat. It takes about fifteen minutes, but we finally arrive home.

•••

"This was cute. Make sure to tell Sam I said thanks," I tell Dean.

"Our little date isn't over yet, Cass," Dean smirks. I raise my eyebrows as a smile comes across my face. "You know I love you, right?" I nod my head. "You know I'm not one for words, so I guess there's not much for me to say." Dean reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. I put my hand across my mouth in shock. "Cass, will you marry me?" I nod, not being able to speak. He takes my hand in his and slips on the ring.

Wednesday

Near the end of lunch, I sigh. Dean's probably still sleeping.

Me: I know we were up all night planning, but this is the second day in a row

Dean: Sorry, Cass. It's uploading now. Slept in a little late

Me: It's okay. I took a nap during lunch, just woke up like ten minutes ago

Dean: I'm gonna go back to sleep until you get home. Which class are you in now?

The bell rings, making me sigh.

Me: Fourth. Lisa's in this one

Dean: What's she gonna say when she sees?

Me: Don't know. Nobody's found out yet though

Dean: What are you gonna do this period?

Me: Gonna probably give them a free period to do work or watch YouTube. Can't watch your video today, I have to grade everybody's worksheet from yesterday

Dean: Okay. Just so you know, I talked with Sam about what I was going to do last night in the video

Me: Great. People won't be suspicious at all

Dean: Say you got engaged Friday night, but your ring was being sized

Me: Good idea. Thanks, love you

Dean: Love you too. Wake me up when you get home

Me: Will do

"Good morning, Mr. Novak," the class says after the bell rings

"Good morning, class. You have a free period again today," I say, writing 'FREE PERIOD' on the board.

"Mr. Novak, is that a wedding ring?" Amelia asks.

I hear Lisa screech, making me laugh and turn around. "Yes, it is. It was being sized, but we got engaged Friday night." Lisa screeches again. "Lisa."

"Sorry, Mr. Novak," Lisa says. "Dean's new video just went up."

"Are you going to watch it again with us?" Anna asks.

"Only the first bit, I've gotta grade your worksheets from yesterday still," I tell them. "Along with the tests from Friday."

"I've got it up," Lisa says. All the girls, some boys, and me all walk over to her desk. Lisa presses play.

"Hey, guys. I'm here with Sam, we've got another game for you today. But before that, I have something I want you all to know," Dean says. Lisa quickly pauses the video.

"I met Sam Winchester at work last night," she says.

"Did you get a picture?" Amelia asks.
Lisa pulls out her phone and shows everyone the photo. "Where was Dean?"

"At home, I presume."

"Did he say who C is?" Anna asks.

"I didn't ask. C wants his identity kept a secret," Lisa says.

I could see a fight about to start, so I butt in. "Ladies, calm down. Lisa, play the video." Lisa plays the video and all other conversations stop.

"Dean, what's going on?" Sam asks.

"Shhh, I'm telling everyone at once. I want to get your reaction recorded," Dean says.

"Shouldn't C be here then?" Sam asks.

"No." Sam looks at Dean with confusion. "I'm proposing, tonight. Yesterday for everybody watching."

"Oh my god. It's about time, Dean. It's been three years," Sam says.

"Be quiet, I wanted the timing to be right. We haven't had a date in awhile, so I figured we could have one tonight," Dean tells him.

"Need me to make it?" Sam asks, laughing.

"Whatever, Sammy. Let's just get to the video," Dean says.

I walk back to my seat and start to work on grading. Luckily, I have a free period after this with no students. That way I won't have to do anything at home. I keep working, listening to the video. Sometimes I'll laugh along with the class, but most times I'm focusing on the grading. The video finishes and the students start to talk, while I continue grading. I think about the situation, tuning out the talking. Weighing the pros and cons, I decide to text Dean.

Me: We can tell

Dean: Tell who what?

Me: Everyone. About us

Dean: Are you serious?

Me: Better late than never

Dean: Video or livestream?

Me: Livestream, so we can see their reactions right away. I'll have to wait till tomorrow to talk to my students about it

Dean: I'm so proud of you

Me: Don't be such a sap, Dean

Dean: Whatever, Cass

•••

I take a seat on the bean bag, out of frame. Dean sets the laptop on the pull-up coffee table, the camera resting on top of the screen. He sits in frame after clearing off the coffee table and lifting it up to only show his chest and above.

"Okay, I'm gonna start the video then tweet our about the livestream. I'll tell you when to come in," Dean says. He does just that, and he waits for people to join. After he skims through the chat, he starts to talk. "Hi, everyone. Sorry this is a bit unexpected. Like I said in my tweet, C is being introduced. He wanted to do it in a livestream, rather than a video. So here we are." Dean pauses, looking over to me. "Should I tell them a bit about you before you come on?" I nod in agreement. "Okay, so we met senior year of high school. We started dating junior year of college. He loves bees, and he's a geometry teacher here at Lawrence. He teaches 12th grade."

"You had to tell them about the bees?" I ask, laughing.

"Yes, now get your cute butt over here." Dean pats the seat next him as he laughs. I roll my eyes and sit down next to him. "Everybody, this is Castiel Novak. This is C." Dean puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer.

"Dean, how are you comfortable doing this in front of five million people?" I ask him.

"Got used to the camera. Used to being with you. It's just combining them," Dean shrugs.

Dean kisses the side of my head as I start to read the comments.

He's hot!
What's his name again?
I saw him at the store yesterday!
Oh my god, it's Mr. Novak
What's his name?
What does he teach?

"Dean," I start. He looks over at me. "People are asking questions."

"Answer them then," Dean tells me.

"My name is Castiel Novak. I teach 12th grade geometry," I say. I read more comments to myself.

Did your students know?
Congrats on getting engaged
It's Mr. Novak!

"No, my students didn't know. The only student who knew is Lisa. She was the cashier at the supermarket I went to yesterday with Sam. I told her to keep it as a secret since I wasn't ready to come out yet," I tell them.

I read a bunch more comments, seeing a lot of hate. I lean back into Dean's side and sigh loudly. Knew this was going to happen.

"Cass, what happened?" Dean asks.

"This is why I didn't want to say anything," I say, pointing to the screen.

Dean looks at the comments, seeing the hate. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down. "Please, don't send him hate. I'm very happy with him."

The hate continues to come in, but the comments section starts to freeze. Every couple seconds it'll refresh and there's hate and positivity. Dean sighs, starting to get agitated. "Dean, calm down." I kiss his cheek before leaning my head on his shoulder. He sighs, pulling me closer.

"Sorry, Cass, I just don't like seeing them give you hate. It was fine if it was just me, but it's you," Dean says quietly.

"I love you, Dean. No matter what people say," I tell him. "It'll just take some time getting used to." I glance back at the chat and quickly freeze it. Every single comment on the screen is apparently from people at the school. "Dean."

"Hmm?" He asks.

"Lisa, Anna, Charlie, Kevin, Michael, Jody, Amelia, Zach, Crowley, Ruby, Jo, Bela, Jack, Benny. All students or staff in my school. Look at what they said," I tell him.

A smile spreads across his face as he reads the comments. He unfreezes the chat and a lot of comments come rolling in. Except they're all positive. Dean pulls me into a hug. "I love you, Cass."

"I love you too, Dean," I reply, smiling.

Thursday

I walk into the school and immediately all eyes are on me. As I walk to my classroom, a bunch of people come up to me.

"I'm proud of you, Castiel. You finally opened up about it," Bela says.

"Thanks, Bela. It was difficult," I tell her.

"Can you tell Dean we love his videos?" Anna asks.

My phone buzzes. "Hold that thought." I pull it out, smiling when I see it's from Dean.

Dean: You forgot your lunch on the counter. I'll bring it in when your lunch starts

Me: You know what? Bring in some for you too. That okay?

Dean: I'll upload the video early then. Meet you at the office?

Me: Of course, Dean

"He's definitely texting Dean. Look at that smile on his face," Benny laughs.

"He's coming in for lunch," I say to them.

"Woah, seriously?" Kevin asks.

"Yeah, he's gonna upload the video early today."

•••

Me: Of course, you're late

"I'm not late, I had to use the bathroom," Dean says, leaning on the door and looking at his phone.

I stand up and walk over to him. "Hello, Dean. I'll take you to my room," I tell him.

"We are not doing it in your classroom, Cass," Dean jokes.

"No, we're going to eat. This is a public place," I tell him, slightly laughing.

We walk up to the classroom and see the same crowd from earlier standing there. Both of us stop in our tracks. "What are you doing here?"

Their heads all snap to face us. They look between me and Dean. "Uh, Cass?" I look over to Dean and see him typing on his phone. "Sam is on his way. He wanted to see your classroom when you had no students."

"That's great. Thanks. How close is he?" I ask.

"Right here," Sam says.

I jump and Dean grabs onto me in shock. The crowd coos and Dean huffs in embarrassment as he lets me go. "Hiya, Sammy."

"Good to see you too, Dean. How you holding up, Cass?" Sam asks.

"Can we please move this into the room?" I ask. I turn to the crowd before speaking again. "I will deal with you all later. Bela, Benny, you two are teachers. Get these students under control. Dean, and Sam, are people, just as I. Let's go."

I unlock my classroom door and open it for Sam and Dean. They walk in and I shut the door, locking it after. I walk to my desk and sit down at my chair. "Are you okay?" Sam asks.

"They do not understand. Sure, I knew that when revealing who I was, there were going to be difficulties. It's different now, though. I didn't expect it to affect everything, like my students or colleagues. They were fine last night but I guess they let the fame get to their heads," I tell them.

"I'm sorry, Cass. I didn't know. What have they been saying to you?" Dean asks.

I take a deep breath. "I'm fine, Dean. The teachers don't do much besides congratulate me for everything. The students, that's my problem, not yours. They're just kids."

"Cass, what are they saying?" Dean asks again.

"Dean," I start. "I'm fine, they're students. Gave out quite a few detentions though, so I'll be home late."

"You badass," Sam laughs.

"I do what I feel is right. They weren't behaving. I gave one kid a week detention," I tell them.

"A week?" Dean asks, walking over to me. He leans back, sitting on the edge of the desk. "Are you okay?"

"He became violent because I wasn't letting him talk while teaching. Started blaming it on you for no reason at all, saying that because of my sexuality, I've changed," I say, looking at the ground.

"What did he do to you?" Sam asks.

"I'm fine, Sam. It's just a couple bruises," I tell him.

"More than one?" Dean asks.

"Dean, I'm okay. He shoved me. That's all," I say.

"Tell me what happened," Dean says.

I sigh, knowing I can't talk him out of it anymore. "I was teaching, he kept talking. I told him to stop talking, but he did not. So, I walked over to his desk and asked if he wanted to teach the lesson since he was so fond of teaching. He stood up and got in my face. Said he always knew there was something wrong with me, that when he saw the stream he figured it out. I told him that the stream had nothing to do with the situation, because he was the one acting out. He shoved me, I hit a desk behind me. The other students started yelling at him. I gave him detention for a week. That's all."

"Is this the desk you hit?" Sam asks. I look over to him, then nod. "There's blood. You must've nicked yourself on something."

I sigh. "No, I didn't." The two of them look at me for an explanation. "I tried going back to teaching after the students calmed down. He was still very much agitated. He started hitting other students. I told him to go to the office, but he wouldn't. I went up to him again. He stood up, but something fell out of his pocket. It was some sort of knife, probably for protection. I tried to take it from him, and you can guess what happened next."

"Is he some sort of psychopath? Why the hell would he cut you for kicking you out of class?" Sam asks.

"You said that was all, Cass. If Sam didn't find the blood, I wouldn't have even known," Dean says.

"You would've noticed. He put up a struggle just to keep the knife," I tell him.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean asks.

"It means this," I say. I roll up my sleeve and show them the cut. "I gave him a weeks worth of ISS and detention. He didn't want me to give him OSS. We came to an agreement, no OSS if he sees the school counselor twice a week."

Dean takes one look at the cut across my arm before starting to pace around the room. I watch him as he has an internal debate in his head. Sam looks at me with confusion, as if I can tell him what's going on. I make the signal to be quiet, in which he nods. I roll down my sleeve as I watch Dean mutter things to himself.

"I'm staying until you leave school," Dean tells me.

"Dean," I say.

"This isn't a negotiation, Cass. I'm not taking another chance of you getting hurt," Dean says.

I sigh in defeat. "Lunch is almost over. Can you get out on your own, Sam?" Sam moss and walks to the door. I follow him and unlock the door. After he leaves, I walk over to Dean. "Your visitors pass, you have to keep it on. You can't leave this classroom unless you're with me. Then you'll stay with me when detention starts and leaves. Is this what you want?" He nods in agreement. "Take my seat. This is my obsessed class. Lisa, Anna, Charlie, Amelia, Kevin. They're all in here along with others. They watch your videos. So brace yourself."

The bell rings and people start filing in. Their conversations amongst themselves distract them from seeing Dean. I sit on the edge of my desk as Dean faces the whiteboard. When the class starts, they all watch me. "Good morning, Mr. Novak." I hear Dean chuckle behind me and roll my eyes.

"Please get out your laptops. I'll write a link on the board for you to type in. This will prepare you for the next lesson," I say as I walk to the board. "Can I have a marker?" Dean raises an eyebrow and smirks. I chuckle softly as he hands one to me. As I take it, he pulls away. "Give me the marker, I need to teach."

"Mr. Novak, who is that?" Kate asks.

Dean looks at me for permission. I turn around to face the class. "Do you not recognize him? His jacket is a dead giveaway."

"Please, you wear your trench coat more than I wear my jacket," Dean says.

"Dean," I warn. "We are not having this conversation again."

People screech at the mention of Dean. I chuckle at their reactions. "Dean?" Lisa asks.

Dean turns around and people gasp. I roll my eyes and take the marker from Dean. He gasps and glares at me. "Cheater."

"I would never," I laugh. I turn back to the board after picking up the sticky note with the link. I write the link on the board.

"You're boring, Cass," Dean whines.

"Quiet. You wanted to stay, that's your fault," I say. "And if anyone knows me here, it's you."

"Sign in," Dean tells me. I turn around and huff in annoyance. Dean has opened my laptop and is waiting for me to log in. "Cass, I know all of your passwords. Don't make me figure it out myself."

"Dean, no. This is my laptop," I remind him.

"Which you've watched my videos on before. I just want to watch YouTube," Dean tells me.

"Get to work, class," I say. I walk over to Dean and sign into the laptop. "Metatron is the only repeatedly violent student I have. You have no reason to be here."

"I wanted to be here, in case it starts to bother you," Dean says. "You're lucky that he's your student, you know."

"Trust me, I do," I laugh. "You don't like me getting hurt, Dean. That's why I didn't want to tell you."

"Wait," Dean says. "Did you say repeatedly violent student?"

"This was the first time it's happened to me. Usually it's other students. I'd rather me than them, though. Most people in my classes are 17, 18, 19. Metatron is 21," I say.

"Cass, he should be expelled. Especially for what he did to you," Dean tells me.

"Dean, no. If he got OSS, he would be out of options. Forced to move just to go to a new school. He wants to graduate, his anger just gets the best of him."

"I don't want you getting hurt, Cass. If he's here for detention then there's another chance he'll act out," Dean tells me.

"We'll talk about this later, Dean," I say.

•••

"How much longer?" Dean whines.

"Can't you hear all the lockers opening and closing? It's the end of the day. Detention starts now," I tell him.

Dean perks up when Gadreel walks through the door. I gesture for Dean to be quiet. Metatron walks in and he scoffs. "Of course, your little fiancé is here now."

"Is this him?" Dean asks.

"Metatron," I say, walking up to his desk. "Give me the knife. No issues this time. You don't want to piss him off anymore than he is."

"Try me," Metatron scoffs.

I look over to Dean and see his hands over his face like he's having an internal debate. "Dean, calm down. He's not going to hurt me if he doesn't want to make it worse. He's my student, okay?"

Dean takes a deep breath. "You're right. Can I just say one thing?" He asks.

"After Metatron gives me the knife. I know you, you still have it on you. I told you to keep it out of your classes if you need it that badly," I say.

"So he can lecture me? I'm not listening to that," Metatron tells me.

"Just give him the knife," Gadreel says.

Metatron sighs before reaching into his pocket and pulling it out. He hands it to me, holding it the wrong way. "Flip it around. I'm not hurting myself because of your idiocy." Dean gets up and takes the knife from him. "Dean, be careful."

"I'm fine, Cass. You know I've been hurt worse," Dean says.

"Of course I know that. I've seen it countless times. You taught me some of it, just like John had taught Sam too," I say.

"We grew up in a bad life, we had to learn," Dean says.

"Who is John?" Gadreel asks.

"Dean's father. He raised him and Sam alone," I tell him.

"Cass, can you not tell everyone my life story?" Dean asks.

"Well excuse me for wanting to talk about you. That such a crime?" I ask.

"That's not what I meant. You know that," Dean sighs.

"I told you I was ready to come out. Because of your channel I've had to be cautious about everything I say. Excuse me if it slips from time to time now that they know about you."

Dean walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Cass, come on. I know it's been difficult for you, but it's still us. Always has and always will be. Only thing that's changed is the people who know. I'm still me, the guy behind the camera who likes to take you on drives to cute little dates in our Impala. People will get over it. I'm not leaving you. I don't care if you slip up from time to time, but you know I don't like talking about mom and dad."

"You're right, I'm sorry," I sigh. Dean pulls me into a tight hug.

"As long as we have each other, nothing can stand in our way. We're family," Dean whispers in my ear.

And with that, I knew everything was going to be okay. We can finally live our lives, not caring about what happens to us. Because we're family.