“Guys.” Castiel clears his throat. The break-room’s noise doesn’t cease in the slightest. Hale and Stilinski look to be deeply indulged in conversating ignoring their food as they do Castiel. across the table from them, Malik is sitting in Payne’s lap as they share a salad. Off to the side, Winchester stands in front of the television set placed in the room while he eats a slice of apple pie from the plate in his hand. They don’t even give him one fourth of their attention. “Gu-guys.” he says again and is met with the same fate. Taking a deep breath and clenching the stack of papers tight against his chest Castiel opens his mouth while squeezing his eyes closed. “Guys!” he raises his voice and this time the room is met immediately with silence with the exception of the tv’s soft murmurs.

“I think my student gave me the wrong paper.” he swallows before continuing. “Because this paper is about us”

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Or where our favorite otps are highschool teachers and their students ship them

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