A/N: I asked on tumblr for ideas for a fic, and ciabattabatched gave me this idea. I hope you like it! Please let me know if you do like it (or if you hate it)

Chapter 1 – Paper Balls

"Come on! Let's go!" One boy said as he raced down the hallway.

Dean looked at them. He had just avoided a group of people that would make his day as bad as one could imagine. He sighed and continued walking to his classroom.

His day was just in the middle. He still needed to go to History class and then go to work. He usually just worked at Bobby's Repair Shop, but today he promised he would also help Jo with her mother's bar "The Roadhouse". He was going to serve tables and earn a few more dollars. He needed the money and Jo needed the help, so he offered himself to go.

He walked down the hallway and entered his classroom. He sat in his usual spot, near the front row and started getting his books out.

The teacher walked in and he paid close attention.

"Good afternoon class! We're going to talk about Napoleon. Who knows who Napoleon was?" Mr. Lafitte asked.

No one was going to answer and the teacher looked around the room for someone to ask.

"No one? How about… Mr. Winchester?" He asked, with an encouraging smile.

Dean gulped. He didn't like participating in class. He already was mocked for his clothes and way of being; he didn't need to be mocked because he was cleaver too. But, Mr. Lafitte had always been kind to him, so he answered him.

"Napoleon Bonaparte was a French emperor who tried to take over the world." He said as simply as he could.

Mr. Lafitte nodded.

"That is correct. Do you know anything else about him?"

Dean was trying so hard. He didn't want to be mocked… Not again, but he couldn't lie to Mr. Lafitte.

"Yes, sir. He was made commander of the French army in Italy, where he forced Austria and its allies to make peace, in 1796. In 1798, Napoleon conquered Ottoman-ruled Egypt in an attempt to strike at British trade routes with India. He was stranded when his fleet was destroyed by the British at the Battle of the Nile. Napoleon returned to Paris where the government was in crisis. In November 1799, Napoleon became first consul. In 1802, he was made consul for life and two years later, emperor. He tried to invade England but failed." Dean said as quietly as possible.

Mr. Lafitte beamed.

"That is correct, Mr. Winchester. You should speak more often!"

The class continued and about five minutes later a few of his classmates started calling him.

"Winchester… Hey! Winchester!" They were speaking in a tone that was a bit bellow whispering. They were being as quiet as they could. Mr. Lafitte couldn't stand people talking in his class.

And Dean knew that. Which is why he has no idea why he looked at them.

"What?" He said quietly.

"Mr. Winchester… Do you wish to tell me why you can't concentrate on my classes?" Mr. Lafitte was now near Dean's sit.

"I'm sorry… I thought I heard my name being called." He tried to apologize.

"Even if the pope was calling you that wouldn't be a good excuse to not pay attention in my class!"

Dean shivered in his seat. He didn't want to cause trouble. He always tried to avoid trouble but trouble seemed to like him quite much.

"I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again." He tried to get out of trouble.

Mr. Lafitte nodded.

"It better not happen again."

And so he continued talking about Napoleon and how he tried to take over the world.

About five minutes later, a ball of paper hit the back of Dean's head.

Just ignore it. Come on Dean, just ignore it.

And he was doing just fine, until the third paper ball hit him.

He turned his head and glared at the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Winchester, I take you know what I'm talking about too well, and that is why you keep turning back."

Shit.

Dean turned to look at Mr. Lafitte.

"I'm sorry sir." He said sheepishly to Mr. Lafitte.

But the teacher was having none of it.

"This is the second time you're not paying attention in my class today, Mr. Winchester. I suggest you leave now, and come back next period."

Dean sighed. At least he wasn't going to detention.

Time seemed to pass faster once Dean got outside his classroom. He found himself a quiet place and took his history book out of his backpack. He started by reading what they were talking about at class, and soon he was doing what he assumed Mr. Lafitte was going to ask them to do for homework.

It's not like Dean liked to study. In fact he didn't like it all that much, but he needed to. He wanted to open his own business someday, and he was only going to get it if he studied hard enough.

What seemed too soon for Dean, seemed to take an eternity to rest of his classmates. The class ended and everyone started gathering outside, so Dean took the chance and entered the classroom again.

He waited until every colleague of his was gone to address Mr. Lafitte again.

"Sir, I'm really sorry about that…" Dean started.

Mr. Lafitte sighed and interrupted Dean.

"I know you are Dean. And you know I want to help you. That's why I sent you outside. They were throwing paper balls at you again, weren't they?"

Dean lowered his head.

"Yes." He whispered.

"You can't let them get to you, Dean. You can't fight back if you can't ignore them first." Mr. Lafitte had always been the one teacher that seemed to realize what his students did to Dean, and once he figured it out, he approached Dean and told him to ignore them. After that, he started trying to make the others believe he hated Dean and because of that he didn't want to even listen to him. He did the best he could to protect Dean.

"I know… And I tried!" Dean said exasperatedly. "But when the third ball hit me I lost it!"

"You need to practice your patience… Why don't you come by my place one of these days? I can help with that…" Mr. Lafitte offered.

Dean smiled softly.

"Thank you, sir… But I don't think that will be necessary."

"If you need someone to teach you to fight, you know where you can find me!" The teacher said, as Dean sat on his spot again.