“…re you go, buddy. You call me if you need any more help, all right? Natalie, you good there?”
Knocking on the ajar door, you peek into the classroom to find the 5-year-olds on their morning break, eating and talking, a teacher with them who’s currently helping a little girl opening her bottle of apple juice. The same teacher your friend keeps telling you about, the same teacher everyone is in love with, according to her. Dean Winchester. She’s mentioned him so many times that his name is now seared into your brain.
“Can I help you?” His eyes find you, and right then it’s easy to figure out why the moms like him. He’s way too attractive.