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Sorry it took so long! I’m not sure if it’s 100% what you wanted so I’m sorry if it’s not! Hope you like it anyway!

Warnings: None Characters: Sam Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Gabriel Summary: You and Gabriel have a contest between candies Reader’s Age: Any Word Count: 353

A/N: Sorry this one is so short. Wasn’t really sure where I was going with this but I just kinda started typing and this happened. Enjoy!

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"Okay, but like, skittles and starbursts are basically the same things if you really think about it," you unwrapped a starburst and popped it into your mouth.

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You stared at the numbers in front of you. You’ve been doing math homework for over two hours, and you’re still not even close to being finished. You’re still trying to figure out exactly how to do it, but you just can’t seem to get the hang of it.

“You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” Dean commented, breaking away from his conversation with Sam. You didn’t even hear him, you had tuned them out a long time ago. You flipped your pencil over and erased something on your paper aggressively. “Y/N,” Dean called. Dean looked to Sam and shrugged, reaching over and grabbing your homework from you. You huffed and snapped your head up. 

“What the hell, Dean? I need that,” you reached over to try and grab it, but Dean lifted it off the table and above his head.

“Don’t ignore me and I wouldn’t have to take it,” Dean replied, putting on his dad-like voice.

“Can I just get my homework done, please?” you asked, glancing at Sam.

“Are you still doing math?” Sam asked, making you nod, “It’s been like,” Sam checked his watch, “Almost three hours, and you’re still working on it?” 

You sighed and shrugged. “C’mon, Y/N, it can’t be that hard,” Dean huffed.

“By all means, Dean, you try and do it,” 

Dean scoffed and looked at the homework, glancing at you for a second before his eyes started scanning the paper. He readjusted his position as his eyebrows furrowed together with his lips moving slightly. His hands pointed to various spots on the paper as he tried to follow what in good hell was going on in this problem. 

Dean threw the papers onto the table, “I’m not in school anymore, I don’t gotta do it,” he leaned back in his chair. 

You grabbed your paper and pulled it towards you. “I just... Don’t understand it. It’s been like this for three weeks. I spend most of my time on math; trying to figure it out and then I barely have enough time to do any other homework.” 

“Three weeks? Y/N, if it’s been a problem for this long, why didn’t you tell us? You could’ve told us, and we would’ve done something,” Sam chimed in, sliding the homework over so he could look at it.

“I just thought I’d be able to figure it out myself,” you rubbed your eyes.

“Want me to teach you? I remember doing something similar when I was in school. Granted, it’s a lot more complicated now, but still has the same foundation,”

“Really? You understand this?” you questioned with a slight laugh.

“Yeah,” Sam grabbed your pencil and started writing this down as he explained what he was doing.

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I missed last weeks post