"Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Is it done yet?" Castiel asks it repetitively, knowing that in an hour, he'll have gone to school and he won't be able to ask. He might as well get all the asking in now.
"Almost," Chuck replies, not looking up from the computer.
"So, another week?" Castiel asks, disappointed.
"No, now I'm actually almost done," Chuck says. "I'm working on the last scene and then you can read it."
"When are you going to finish?" Castiel asks eagerly. "Can I read it before I leave?"
"Maybe," Chuck says. "I'll tell you when it's done. It will definitely be done by the time you get home today."
"Yes! Finally!" He doesn't let himself consider the thought that Chuck might be slower than he plans. He wants that book.
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Castiel is about to leave, but he still hasn't been given the chance to read it. He bounds up to Chuck.
"Is it-"
"Yes, it is!" Chuck interrupts proudly. "Printing it out now. It'll be done when you get home."
"When I get home?" he repeats. "No way! I'm waiting for it to finish printing and taking it to class."
"Alright, sure. Just don't be late."
Castiel stands anxiously by the printer, wishing it would print faster. It's a good thing he usually gets to school way earlier than he's supposed to, because he doesn't want to be late. As soon as it's done printing, he grabs it, punches a staple through the corner, and heads out the door.
Castiel still gets to school before the first bus, even with his delay. He walks as quickly as possible to his classroom, leaving the door open for when the first person arrives. He plops down in his chair, causing it to roll a bit, and begins reading, editing almost every line.
"SENPAI NOTICED ME! SENPAI NOTICED ME!"
Castiel looks up from the papers to see Charlie bouncing into the room, an excited look on her face. She holds out a paper that Castiel can't read.
"CAS! SENPAI NOTICED ME!"
"I heard," he says with a laugh. "Who's senpai?"
"Carver Edlund! Carver freaking Edlund noticed me!" she squeals.
"Seriously?" He tries to sound amazed, but he already knew that. "What did he say? Destiel or no?"
"He wouldn't say," Charlie says, sounding slightly disappointed. "He basically said-here, just read it." She walks up to his desk and hands it to him. He scans it, pretending he's reading it, but he already has. As he fake reads it, he notices the rest of the class trickle in. He hands it back to her.
"So he has more books but he won't release them?" Castiel observes as if he didn't already know. "That's no fair."
Charlie nods. "I know, right? But he said we pick our own endings, so I'm saying Destiel is real."
Castiel chuckles. "Yeah, you do that. It's not true, but sure."
Charlie rolls her eyes at his insistence that it's not true.  She looks down at the pile of papers on the desk and points to it.
"Whose story is that?" she asks, eyeing all the editing he's done to it.
"My dad's," he says, grabbing it from the desk so she doesn't get to read it.
"You really marked that up," she observes. "Your dad lets you do that?" she says incredulously.
"Yeah, I've been doing it since I was young," he tells her. "My dad likes having someone check over is stuff."
"That looks like more than just checking over it," Charlie says. "You're, like, rewriting the whole thing!"
"No, I'm rephrasing a lot of it. It's basically what I do."
"Does your dad have any books published?" Charlie asks. "If you do so much to help, I want to read them!"
"No," Castiel lies. He can't give her his real name, because he doesn't use that for his books, and he can't say Carver Edlund because it's the biggest rule Chuck has. He wants to stay out of the public eye, and Castiel respects his wish.
Charlie frowns. "Aww, I wanted to read them!"
Castiel shrugs. "Oh well. Sorry."
The bell rings, and Charlie returns to her seat. Castiel looks up at his students and...
"Gabriel, what are you doing here?" he asks with a sigh.
Gabriel gives him a big, exaggerated smile, and says, "I'm in your class for today! What are we doing today?"
"Well, first, you're leaving," Castiel says. "Go, before you get in trouble for being late."
Gabriel shakes his head. "Nah, I'm good here. I don't really like gym."
Castiel rolls his eyes. "Too bad. Do I need to carry you out of here?"
"You can't pick me up."
"You want to test that theory?" Castiel asks, smirking. He knows he can carry his brother.
"Go ahead. I'll wait."
Castiel walks over to him and picks him up easily. Gabriel struggles to get out of his grip, and he ends up on the floor. He gets up quickly, glaring at his brother.
"How did you even do that?" Gabriel asks. "I'm not that light."
"And I'm not that weak," Castiel counters. "Alright, come on. Off to class."
Gabriel sits back down in his chair. "Nah, I'm still good."
Castiel sighs. "Well, you can't stay here, because I don't want to get in trouble for it. Just go to class."
"But I want to be in your class!" Gabriel whines. "Everyone talks about how cool it is."
"Too bad," Castiel says. "Let's go." He grabs Gabriel's arm, but he won't go. Castiel sighs.
"It's almost like you don't want me here," Gabriel observes. "Do you not like me?"
"No, I hate you. Shoo."
Gabriel sniffles and wipes away a fake tear. "But... But... But..."
Castiel rolls his eyes. He does that a lot with Gabriel. "Do I need to get the principal down here?"
"You wouldn't call the principal on me," Gabriel says.
"Okay, no, I wouldn't," Castiel admits. "But seriously, Gabriel. Get lost."
Gabriel gives an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. Have fun guys. See ya later, Samoose. Hey, can I-"
"Gabriel," Castiel repeats as a warning.
"Fine. Can I come back during lunch?"
Castiel shrugs. "I'll be here anyway. Just don't be... You, 'kay?"
"You love me," Gabriel says, grinning.
"If that's what lets you sleep at night."
Gabriel sticks his tongue out at Castiel, who rolls his eyes, but he's smiling.
"Seriously, Gabe. Get to class."
"Alright, bye. For real this time." He turns around to leave, and Castiel watches as he walks up to the door... And right up to Dean, who was watching the whole thing.
"Thanks for delivering him in one piece!" Dean calls to Castiel from the doorway.
"It almost didn't work that way," Gabriel says. "He dropped me on the floor."
"Why did-Never mind. Don't want to know. Alright, come on, Gabriel."
Gabriel follows Dean out, and Castiel's class is silent until the door closes. Suddenly, everyone starts talking at once.
"Oh my god, Cas, that was your chance!" Charlie says.
"I can't believe you didn't say anything!" Jess adds.
"Dude, he was right there!" Sam says.
"Gotta agree with them," Kevin says.
"I'm confused," Sully says, having not been with them at lunch.
"Castiel's in love and we're trying to get him a boyfriend," Jess summarizes.
"No!" Castiel replies immediately. "That's false. That entire thing was false. Basically, your friends are crazy and I hate my brother. That's about all you missed."
"I'm still confused," Sully admits.
"I'll explain," Kevin says. "Cas might like Mr. Winchester, so the rest of the class is trying to get them together, and Cas keeps telling them not to, buy they're too stubborn to listen."
"I agree with them," Sully says. "If you like him, tell him! Just talk to him!"
Castiel sighs. "Great, now everyone's against me? Okay, changing the subject. Get out the stories you all worked on yesterday."
Everyone pulls out a couple sheets of paper, except for Charlie, who has way more than necessary. Castiel raises an eyebrow.
"You realize you're not going to get extra credit for writing that much, right?" Castiel asks her.
"Yeah, I didn't realize it was that long until it was done. You can't write a short Leverage plot, though."
"True, true." He collects everyone's stories, and gives them their next assignment. "I hope you guys like poetry more than I do," he says. As the class gets to work, Castiel returns to his spin able chair, rotating a small amount back and forth as he reads and edits his father's book.
"Is that still your dad's?" Charlie asks him.
"It's not mine, is it?" Jess asks hopefully.
"Yeah, it's my dad's," he assures them. "I won't do this to yours. Unless it really deserves it, but you'd have to try really hard to fail that badly."
"Are you saying your dad failed?" Sam asks, amused.
"No, he's a great writer," Castiel tells him. Well, maybe not great, but he's not bad.
"But you're better?" Sam finishes, smirking.
"No, I-Ah, never mind. You're not going to be happy with anything I say, are you?"
"Now you get it," Kevin chuckles.
"Can we read that when you're done with it?" Charlie asks.
Castiel shakes his head. "No, my dad doesn't want people reading it yet. Besides, this is just the ending. Won't make sense without the rest of it."
"Oh, is that the one you were complaining your dad wasn't working on fast enough?" Sam asks as it clicks into place in his mind.
"Yeah," Castiel confirms with a nod.
"Was it worth the wait?"
"Definitely," he says.
"Wait, when were you complaining about that?" Charlie asks.
"At the diner," Sam replies.
"You guys went to the diner and you didn't tell me?" Charlie asks in mock hurt.
"Or me?" Kevin adds. "I mean, I wouldn't have gone, but really?"
"It wasn't supposed to be a big thing," Sam says. "It was originally going to be just me and Jess."
"'Jess and me,'" Kevin corrects him. Castiel is surprised he knows it isn't Jess and I.
"Grammar Nazi," Sam says, mock glaring at him.
"Grammar failure," Kevin shoots back.
"Comeback failure," Sam replies, seeming amused by his friend.
"He's right," Jess agrees.
"Gotta side with Sam on this," Charlie agrees.
"Even I'm siding with Sam on this," Kevin laughs.
Castiel turns back to Revolution, letting the kids talk about whatever. He's so involved in it, he doesn't even notice the door open until there's a finger on the paper.
"Who's that?"
Castiel looks up, annoyed. "Seriously, Gabriel? Do I have to carry you back and tie you to the bleachers or something?"
Gabriel grins. "Good luck with that. I think we've already decided you can't carry me. I'll just fall."
Castiel rolls his eyes and scoops him up. Gabriel kicks around, but Castiel doesn't drop him this time. Castiel just smirks at his brother, who pouts.
"Seriously, Castiel?" he whines and Castiel walks him to the door. Gabriel doesn't stop squirming, and the class laughs.
"I told you I'd do it," Castiel says with a grin. He walks Gabriel across the hallway and attempts to open the door. When he can't, Dean does it for him, looking entertained. Castiel puts Gabriel down on the gym floor, gentle this time.
"Thanks again," Dean says, an amused smile on his face.
"No problem," Castiel replies, not looking at Dean. "Okay, one more time and I'm telling Dad, got it, Gabe?"
"No, you won't," Gabriel replies. "Same way you won't tell the principal."
"Oh, I'll tell Dad in a heartbeat," Castiel says. "You freaking deserve it."
"Is this about that thing with the watermelon? Because that was a long time ago."
"No, I'm over that," Castiel says. "You're just annoying. Stay in class."
Castiel turns to leave, but the sound of Dean's voice stops him.
"Can I ask what this thing with the watermelon was?" Dean asks.
Castiel glances at Gabriel, expecting him to answer. Instead, Gabriel smirks and says, "Hey, Castiel, you should tell him."
Castiel glares at him before saying, "When I was in high school, I tried to blow up a watermelon in the backyard with rubber bands, but Gabriel told our dad, and he came out and threw a giant rock the at watermelon and broke it." He fidgets with his hands nervously throughout the whole explanation.
Dean laughs. "Seriously?"
Castiel nods. "Yep."
"Why did you try to blow up a watermelon?"
Castiel shrugs. "I was curious if it would work."
"And what did your dad do?"
"Um... He threw a rock at the watermelon?" Castiel repeats, not sure what else he's looking for.
"That's it?" Dean says in surprise.
"Yeah, why? What would your dad have done?"
Dean doesn't say anything for a moment, as if wondering how he can answer that. Finally, he says, "A hell of a lot worse than that."
It's quiet for a moment, until Castiel says, "I better get back to my class."
"They're probably blowing up a watermelon as we speak," Gabriel jokes.
"Knowing Charlie, that's very possible. Stay in class, Gabe," he warns before walking back across the hall. As soon as he steps back in the classroom, he wishes he hadn't.