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“Dean Winchester, please report to the principal's office,” Principal Harvelle’s voice booms in the classroom.
“Ooooooo,” the class says in unison.
“Quiet down,” Mrs. Talbot says. “Dean, go on down to the the principal’s office.” She nods towards the door.
Dean shuts his English book and notebook and shoves them in his backpack.
He slings the bag over his shoulder and heads out the door. He knows he hasn’t done anything wrong, so he has no idea why he’s being summoned to Mrs. Harvelle’s office.
He walks down the hallway and notices Charlie and Anna, making out against the lockers.
“Get a room, ladies,” he says with a smile on his face as he walks by.
Instead of the girls breaking apart, they give him the finger.
It only makes Dean laugh.
A few more strides puts Dean in front of the main office. Taking a deep breath, he heads in.
Jo’s behind the counter when he walks in.
“Study hall?” he asks her.
She nods. “Yeah, I decided to volunteer here during then, since I’m way ahead of my classes anyways,” she shrugs.
Dean nods. “Yeah, that’s not a bad idea,” he says clearing his throat, “Uhm, I’m here to see your mom,” he tells her.
“Oh, right! Come on back,” she says, stepping out behind the counter and using a fob to open the door to his left.
She pushes the door and lets Dean walk through. He waits for her and leans against the wall.
She walks past him and takes him down the long hall, passing four doors on the way.
Once they reach the green door, Jo turns and squeezes his shoulder. “Good luck,” she whispers and walks away.
Dean gulps and knocks on the door,. “Come in!” the voice shouts.
Dean opens the door and sees Mrs. Harvelle and someone else sitting there, waiting.
“Dean, thank you for coming. Please have a seat,” she motions to the empty chair to next to the black haired student.
Dean sets his backpack on the floor and takes a seat.
Mrs. Harvelle folds her hands and leans forward. “Dean, the reason why I called you to my office is because I have a favor to ask of you,”
Dean raises an eyebrow. “Alright..” he says a little confused.
She motions the student next to him. “This is Castiel Novak. He has been having some trouble in his classes, and in order for him to stay on the Football, Basketball, Lacrosse, and track teams, he needs to maintain at least a B average. Right now he has D’s in almost all his classes,” she explains.
Still confused, Dean asks, “Okay, and what does that have to do with me?”
Mrs. Harvelle smiles at him. “Well dear, I want you to tutor him.”
Dean’s eyes about bug out of their sockets. “Me? Why me?”
She laughs. “Because you are one of our straight A students. I would have asked Jo, but she’s already tutoring someone and with volleyball and softball, she has no free time,”
Dean sighs. “But I have science club, mathletes, and band.”
“Nerd,” Castiel mutters.
Before Dean can even respond, Mrs. Harvelle is reprimanding him.
“Castiel Novak, there will be none of that from you. If you want to continue to stay on your sports teams and even have a shot at scholarships, then Dean is your best bet.” She pauses. “Don’t burn bridges before they are even built.”
Castiel rolls his eyes. “This is so stupid.”
Dean stands up, “He clearly doesn’t want me to tutor him.” he says grabbing his backpack.
When he leans down, Castiel is watching him.
Dean has never seen a pair of eyes that are as blue as the sky. He was completely captivated by them.
Castiel’s eyes drag down Dean’s face and even his body. For someone who is a nerd, he sure has a nice body. And those green eyes - holy shit, do those green eyes touch his soul.
“Wait, I need you to help me,” Castiel whispers.
Dean nods and takes a seat. “Alright. I’ll do it.”
Mrs. Harvelle smiles. “Excellent. Dean I know you have quite a few study halls, and so does Mr. Novak. So during then, I want you to meet up and tutor him. Attend his classes with him when you have study hall of course, and meet after school as well. I am giving you until December to bring your grades up Mr. Novak,” she says glancing at him.
December. That’s two months away. The next two months are going to suck.
“Thank you, Mrs. Harvelle. I’ll try my best,” Castiel says.
She nods. “That’s all that I ask. Dean, I want a full report every Friday. You are dismissed.” she waves her hands.
Castiel bolts out the door before Dean can even ask him for a copy of his class schedule.
He sighs and grabs his backpack.
This was going to be a long two months.