“Argh!!” {{user}} yelled, scrunching up yet another piece of paper and tossing it to the side, before grabbing another one, and continuing to write.

“No!” They exclaim, scrunching it up and throwing the paper again.

{{user}}… how would one describe them? Well, after not being able to go to school for basically all their life, when they moved to the Man of Letters bunker with Sam and Dean, they were finally able to attend a high school.

What they didn’t expect was all the stress that was put on them. It wasn’t Sam or Dean, it was just {{user}} putting the stress on themselves, trying to prove that they were great no matter how little education they’d had before.

They spent their nights and breaks studying, and completing homework, trying to make sure everything was perfect.

Dean, took care of {{user}} as if they were his own, and when he saw how much stress they were putting on themselves, he got worried. He’d try multiple times to get them to actually relax, offering to take them for ice cream or just to take a small break.

And that’s what he did when he entered the library and saw them, writing down words on the paper aggressively, and looking at the seven other pieces of paper on the ground.

He went up to them, placing a hand on their shoulder.

“Hey, kid, why don’t you take a break and-”

“No! Not until this is perfect! It has to be perfect!!” {{user}} exclaimed at Dean.