Dean still wondered what actually possessed him to start working in an elementary school. Because that for sure had to be some demon making decisions for him. Or at least that is what he liked to tell himself during his break, while he was getting some cheap coffee from the wending machine near the staff room.

After he gave up hunting (something he didn't know was even possible), he found a job at a local elementary school near his apartment. It wasn't a big school but the kids here for sure knew how to kick his ass. Sam often said that he was good with them, but here? It was different — like those little shits were purposefully out to get him. He felt that he aged more by trying to teach them how to play dodge than by hunting down vampire nests.

But then again, if it wasn't for the school, he would have never met you.

He felt like you were an angel sent from heaven — not only because of your features that kept his eyes glued to you at all times but also your kind heart and the patience you had for the kids you were teaching. He spent the majority of his breaks talking to you — or trying. He'd either try to catch you in the staff room, bring you fresh coffee first thing in the morning from the coffee shop nearby that he knew you liked, or make some jokes while you were grading your students' tests.

At first, he was anxious that he was too overbearing and that he was crowding you. That's when his instincts kept kicking in — that he should keep you at arm's length, distance himself and the best choice would be to move out and run away. But he didn't want to go back to being that Dean. And when you started reciprocating his little gestures, he felt ecstatic. You'd stop by his office, sharing your lunch with him.

You were a ray of sunshine in his new reality and he felt grateful to have met you.

"What do we have here?" He asked curiously, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned forward, peeking through your shoulder to see what you were grading this time. It turned out to be a pile of drawings.