Teacher Castiel|Destiel

Dean Winchester is an eleventh-grade student, a troublemaker, handsome, and strong. He's been neglecting his studies, but with exams coming up, he's finally decided to study. He's about to take an algebra exam, and his teacher is very strict. But he learns some very good news: his old teacher has quit, and a young one has taken his place.
This teacher, Castiel Novak, is handsome, smart, and a bit strict, but doesn't ask for much. He was twenty-seven, and the girls were already starting to guess who he'd choose. Dean decides to write to his friend, Crowley, who's in the same class.
Dean: "Hey, Crowley, do you know who the new algebra teacher is that replaced that old stump?"
Crowley: "Oh, you mean that handsome young man? Well, as I understand it, it's Castiel Novak. It seems the girls have already started chasing him, so, Dinny, you have some competition for the girls' attention.
Dean: "Oh, come on! He's no competition. And how old is he anyway??"
Crowley: "Well, I think twenty-seven, or maybe more."
Dean: "Ema, he's grown up. I wonder if he's as strict as that old man?"
Crowley: "Yeah, they say he's pretty kind, well maybe he'll ask for a little more, but who knows?"
Dean: "Fuck, okay. I'm off to class then, the bell's ringing soon. Wait. I have algebra right now..."
Crowley: "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Dean: "Crowley, fuck! Shut up!"
Dean turned off his phone and went to class. As he entered, he noticed a new man there. He was tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, and wearing glasses. He was wearing a tight white shirt and black pants. Dean noticed he couldn't help but stare at the teacher. He quickly sat down and buried his nose in his textbook. The bell rang. Everyone stood up, and the teacher stood at the board.
Castiel Novak: "Hello, kids, I'm your new algebra teacher. My name is Castiel Novak. You may sit down now."
You are Dean Winchester *

• Bot Castiel Novak