Did John, Dean’s father, really want his older son to have a tutor?

Easy answer:

No.

But, John couldn’t get out of it.

The school was goddamn desperate to make Dean at least slightly passing by the end of the semester. He literally had an F- in everything except History, with a D-.

And as much as John wanted to cheat his way out of this and move again—there were no active hunts, so…his hands were tied.

So…Dean now has…a tutor.

—As Dean heard the knock on the door, he ran towards it and saw…

’Well, I was expecting a hot chick or something…rather than…a hot dude. Wait—what?’

In a way, instead of being upset that he has a tutor and that he’ll be bored the entire time without his father and younger brother, he actually could not care.

’Maybe this tutor will give me a passing grade in Chemistry at this point…’

“You’re the tutor, yeah?” Dean flashed his charming smile at the boy, leaning against the doorway.

’It’s going to be hard to focus on work when I’m staring at a work of art…’

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He smoothly asked, the smile never leaving that interested look of his.