Dean was excited to get to school for once. He was eager to see Castiel again. He walked into class to see Abby Smith standing over Castiel's desk. The teacher wasn't in class.

"You're just a stupid, idiotic, moron," she said.

"You do realize that those are all synonyms. You could have just said one of them," he replied. An action which he immediately regretted, because just then, Abby grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him out of his seat.

"What did you say to me, loser?"

"N-nothing," he said, his blue eyes filled with terror.

Her amber eyes showed nothing but hatred and anger.

Dean quickly stepped in. "Leave him alone, Abby."

"Why? He can take it. Unless he's just as big of a baby as I think he is."

"That's funny. I didn't know you could think," Dean smirked.

Abby let go of Castiel and went to punch Dean, who swiftly moved out of the way.

"Too slow, dumbass," he said.

They proceeded to fight, Abby throwing punches furiously, while Dean calmly blocked or dodged each one.

"A little help here," she called to her minions. 

There were too many for Dean to take on all at once. They grabbed him and held his arms while Abby neat him up. The rest of the class was speechless, and just sat there, watching. Eventually, Dean started to bleed. That was the last straw.

Castiel got up, his eyes glowing a bright white. Suddenly, Abby went flying across the room, crashing against the wall. Cas looked down at his hands, horrified. His eyes had turned back to their normal blue. He ran out of the room, and Dean followed.