A/N: This is my first fanfiction so I apologise if it's not that good. Any mistakes are mine as I don't have a beta. All reviews are welcome. Also I'm English so some of my spellings will be different. I might write a sequel if my inspiration stays.

Warning: some cussing

Disclaimer: Anything recognisable is not mine and never will be.

The head had briefly mentioned that we were receiving an unexpected transfer that morning called Dean Winchester and he should be arriving in my lesson. I had nodded with a smile and said that was fine. I had been slightly excited as what kind of parent makes their son move so late in the year? Then when no Dean turned up I was strangely disappointed. Nevertheless I began teaching.

20 minutes into the lesson a boy with a scruffy leather jacket, ripped jeans and a smirk sauntered into the class holding up a tattered slip from the office. Dean. Not moving from my desk I asked him to introduce himself.

In a bored voice he recited "I'm Dean."

"Would you like to tell the class something about yourself?" Dean turned towards me and I forced myself not to flinch under his green gaze. He smirked again.

"Not really sweetheart." The class whispered in shock and I could feel a blush creeping on to my face. He sat down. He didn't bother to take out a pen even after I handed him a notebook. He spent the rest of the lesson flirting with Anna who's face seemed to be stuck on a permanent pink.

I put up with this for a few lessons and didn't pull him up on the constantly 'forgotten' homework: he was new so I wanted to cut him some slack. The next week my patience ran out.

On Monday he turned up 15 minutes late without his homework or books or even a pen. "Dean why have you chosen to grace us with you you presence without your homework books or pen?" I asked all out of patience.

"Forgotten them, love." The class started to murmur excitedly.

"You will address me as ma'am, miss or Ms Garthately. You haven't done you homework, have you?"

"You've found me out honey."

"What extraordinary circumstances caused you to be unable to complete your essay?"

"You should know baby, you were the root of them."

That caught me off guard. "What?"

"Yeah, I was so busy doing you I didn't have time to do my homework babe."

"DEAN!"

"Oops I forgot you didn't want everyone to know." He winked at the the rest of the class. "My Garthately definitely wasn't in my bed on Saturaly night."

But there was only so much I could put up with. I began calling on him in class only to be answered by a lazy shrug no matter what the question. It was unbelievably frustrating.

His file contained very little information- only the names of his previous schools, his grades and an emergency telephone number. There was so many previous schools!

The thing that really got to me was he was perfectly capable of doing his homework. It wasn't like he was dumb, on a few occasions he made an intelligent comment or a brilliant insight only to slip back into shrugging and smart comments. When I spoke with other teachers they agreed with me completely. Expect for Dean's history teacher. They were currently studying Rome and every piece of work Dean wrote was adamantly written in Latin. Latin! The teacher had thought it was some kind of joke and not really Latin but when the translations came back they were actually pretty good essays apart from one or two which were full of cusses. How did Dean know Latin?

The next day Dean walked into the classroom 40 minutes late with a black eye, split lip and heavily bruised knuckles. He was also limping slightly. "Dean!" He flashed a faint smirk at me that seemed to exhaust him. "Have you seen the nurse?" I knew the answer even before he shook his head. "Go now then but bring a note back so I know you've actually been." His gaze seemed irritated and tired. But he nodded an affirmative before limping out the room.

30 minutes later he was back and looked even worse if that was possible. I searched his face for any trace of the excruciating pain he must be feeling but couldn't find any. The note advised Dean to go home and I certainly agreed.

It was the end of the day and I was ready to go home. What I did not expect to see was Dean Winchester hanging around the front of the school flirting expertly with several girls at once. I felt an irrational anger rise within me as I hurried towards the gathering. "Dean Winchester!" I shouted.

He turned towards me looking almost bored, "Yeah?" Dean drawled with a slight Texan twang. It was the first hint of an accent I had heard from him. Usually it was unidentifiable. I motioned for him to come toward me.

"What are you doing here? You're meant to be at home!" I exclaimed.

Dean opened his mouth to answer, probably with more than a few smart ass comments when a younger boy appeared. Her was small and had rather long hair. Basically he was quite cute despite the scowl on his face. "Dean where were you? You said you'd be at the front of school!" He said while punching Dean in the arm. It was at that moment I realised Dean's bad boy attitude was an act. Obviously this boy didn't require the same facade as me. I could literally see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to work out what to do with this dilemma. He dropped the bad boy facade.

"Sorry Sammy, miss wanted to talk to me." He said to the younger boy. Dean had a brother?

Sammy scowled even harder. "It's Sam. Let's go already!" Dean shot me a glanced that dared me to argue then gave a curt nod to Sam and walked off.

Two days later I was walking to my car when I saw Sam and Dean talking and couldn't resist listening.

"How was school Sammy?"

"It's Sam and fine!"

"Well obviously it wasn't or you wouldn't be acting like a girl on her period."

"Jerk."

"Bitch. "

There was a few minutes silence and I felt myself yearning for more.

"Seriously Sammy tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it."

"Just them jerks it's nothing."

"It's nothing?" I could hear the sarcasm clearly. "Just give me names and they won't bother you again."

"I don't want you to get into fights."

"I will be fine Sammy. It's just some jocks."

"I know you'll fine. I just don't want you to put some innocent civilians in hospital!"

"Fine you do it! Why you taking this from them anyway? You could win a fight against them blind folded!"

"I also don't want to be avoided like the plague the remainder of the time we're here. I want to be normal for once!" This comment sparked a slightly awkward silence. I was confused by the conversation. Surely tiny Sam couldn't beat anyone up. It must be some internal joke. And what did he mean by normal for once. Before I knew it the Winchesters walked away.

The next day two kids in Sam's grade were admitted to hospital and once again Dean had purple bruises on his knuckles. I felt a surge of panic. What was I meant to do. I couldn't let Dean go around fighting younger students but I had no proof. I agonised over the decision before eventually deciding to talk to Dean about it.

At the end of the lesson, when Dean was getting ready to leave, I asked him to wait behind feeling slightly nervous. With a scowl he flopped back into his seat and kicked his feet onto the desk. He smirked and said in an arrogant voice. "I knew you couldn't resist me but don't you think this is a little inappropriate?"

"Dean drop the attitude we both know it isn't real." I snapped feeling surprised at what had come out my mouth. He raised an eyebrow and his eyes skimmed over me like he was reassessing me with those searching green orbs. "I know you beat up those boys." There. I said it.

"So?"

I stared at him in shock I hadn't expected him to admit it! "Dean you couldn't just out everyone who you disagree with in hospital! I'm going to have to phone you parents!"

He grin widened. "Dad's working. He won't pick up." I tried the number listed under father anyway and got voice mail.

"Who else can I call? What about you mother?" I couldn't just let this go. The number under mother was blank and I assumed that Dean's parents were divorced but he must still see her.

For the first time I saw a flicker of real emotion under Dean's careful facade. It disappeared in an instant but I knew I had imagined that expression of pain and hurt. "Your welcome to try. If you manage I'd like to speak to her if that's not to much trouble."

I hesitated, unsure what to do. "Fine, what's her number?"

He smirked his trademark smirk but it looked fake. "H-E-A-V-E-N."

My hand flew to my mouth. I felt awful. "I'm so sorry I didn't know."

He shrugged but it looked forced. "Shit happens." I was too embarrassed to reprehend him for cussing. He glanced at the clock at the exact moment there was a timid knock on the door.

I cleared my throat and called "Come in."

Sam poked his head round the door and relaxed the instant he saw Dean. "Sorry I was just wondering where my brother was."

At the sight of Sam I was reminded of my original purpose for this chat. Maybe Sam would be more fore coming. "Sam is there any relatives I can call who can come and see me about Dean's behaviour?"

He shrugged and shot an anxious glance at the culprit who was feigning nonchalance. "Nope."

"No grandparents, aunties or uncles." I pressed.

Sam shrugged again. "Nope."

"What about your dad? When will he be back?" I asked desperately.

Sam eyes held a tinge of uncertainty. "Um later tonight?" It sounded more like a question. I surrendered and let Dean go with a weeks worth of detentions. I could hear them in the corridor.

"Shit. Dad's gonna be pissed."

"Nah you were just following his orders." The voice dripped with bitterness. "Protect Sammy."

"Like he's gonna give a fuck about that. The only thing he'll care about is the fact he specially told me kept my shit together and not draw attention to myself. Besides he won't believe it was to protect you. You coulda beaten the shit out of those guys yourself."

"It's your own fault. I told you not to do it."

"Shut up, bitch."

"Make me, Jerk."

And then they were gone leaving me more confused than ever.

The next day Dean turned up on time. Well on time for him, which meant five minutes late. Once again he didn't have his book and let's say I wasn't exactly hopeful for his homework so it took me completely by surprised when he handed in his assessment. The assignment was to write detailed instructions on a subject of the students choice. Dean's essay heading was Howto Get Rid of a Vengeful spirt. Fuming I quickly read through it noting that there wasn't a word over the minimum.

How to Get Rid of a Vengeful Spirit by Dean Winchester

1) Make sure what your actually dealing with is a spirit.

2) Always have salt on hand because it repels spirits instantly. If you see any sign of the spirit make a salt circle and stay in it. Iron also repels spirits so it is good if you have any of that.

3) The next step is to actually get rid of the spirit. First if all see if you can find an experienced hunter if not then you need to dig up the corpse, cover it with salt then burn it.

4) If the spirit doesn't go away or it's been cremated then don't worry there is probably a lock of hair or teeth or blood stain somewhere. Salt and burn this too.

5) If the spirit still doesn't go away there are two possibilities a) you missed something b) it's not a spirit and you're probably dead anyway.

Good luck!

The audacity!