#izulkowa

»So you are saying that your brother, the hot English and Latin teacher, has a crush on my brother, the nerdy Physics and Maths teacher? H7.«

» Damn you. Yes, only what I have been hearing for the past weeks is that my brother, the language nerd, has the hots for the incredibly attractive science teacher.«

There he was. Sweater vest, pressed slacks, glasses perched on his nose, dark hair in a messy array on his head, talking to the rest of the science faculty, scrunching his nose in laughter at a joke on of his colleagues had made. Dean sighed into his coffee as he watched Castiel Novak, Maths and Physics teacher and the love of Dean's life. Sadly Castiel didn't know that yet.

Dean still remembered when he had first seen Castiel. There had been an explosion loud enough to be heard in the classroom where Dean taught Latin, so he had excused himself to find out where the explosion had been. Turns out just below his classroom, in one of the physics labs.

A little bit of smoke was coming out below the door, which Dean pulled open without regard for safety protocols. And came face to face with an angel.

There, right on the teachers desk, he sat.

His hair was standing up every which way, his glasses were askew and there was a little bit of soot on his face while he was calmly stating: »And that is why I don't let you conduct the experiment, Brian.«

Then he turned to Dean, who felt the tips of his ears turning pink under the assessing gaze of the other man's blue eyes. »And who are you?«

»D-chrm-Dean. Winchester. I teach Latin upstairs, so, um, if you could, uh, try not blowing us up, I'd be very, uhm, grateful«, Dean answered, withstanding his strong desire to just bang his head against the door frame.

»Okay«, the other man nodded. »I'll bear that in mind.«

He turned back to the class: »Now who still thinks safety measures are bogus, be prepared to lose your eyebrows during this class.«

Dean quietly closed the door, giving in to his need a second later, thumping his head against the wooden door, only to have it opened by again and nearly falling against the person standing on the other side.

»Are you alright?«, hot physics guy asked, eyes wide with concern that seemed... genuine? Yes, genuine. There was also wonder in those beautiful eyes that narrowed now, looking at Dean like he was a little stupid and Oh, he was supposed to answer.

»Yeah, I'm fine, I, uh, I'll just get back to my class and uh, teaching«, Dean tried to smile.

»Good luck«, he got a thumbs up from the other man.