Fandom High School

While Dean was grateful that all the various forms of protections on the house had kept it bug free, he still had to walk through town to get to the school and so got more of an earful than he ever wanted. It set his teeth on edge and made him just a little out of sorts when he began today's lecture. "So today we're looking at complications that can come up in the pursuit of dating and/or sex. ( Specifically the kinds of weird complications that happen in Fandom that don't happen anywhere else. )

When everyone filed in, they saw two large boxes set at the front of the classroom.

Dean was dressed in a priest outfit, and bouncing on his toes just a little. ( This was one of his favourite topics. )

To say Dean was distracted this week would be like saying the Atlantic was a little wet. But being the teacher meant he couldn't actually blow off class to spend time with his dead mother, so he was present and more or less focused when the class filed in.

"Hi guys," he greeted everyone. "I know that a lot of you are in the middle of freaking out over visits from people who shouldn't be able to visit -- I'm right there with ya, really -- but let's do our best to just buckle down and concentrate for the duration of the class and then we can all get back to our freakouts." He took a deep breath and did his best to take his own advice.

"So last week, we did the introductions and most of you did pretty good imitations of a stoplight," he said, managing a grin. "Which, hopefully, if you get one thing out of this class, it'll be that this stuff is nothing to be embarrassed about.

"To get you started on that, this week we'll be doing what I affectionately call ( 'The Talk.' )

Dean was leaning against the desk at the front of the room as the class filed in. On the table behind him was an assortment of pies and drinks.

"So," he began, "today we're talking about the when Fandom weirdness can work for you. ( And when it does, it can give you some experiences you'll never forget. )

"Hey guys," Dean said when everyone had filtered in. "Short class today. I'm going to talk a little bit, and then give you an assignment, and you can then brainstorm, or even take off early if you want.

( Today we're focusing on toys. )

Dean had handwavily sent an email to everyone, telling them that today's class had been moved to Caritas.

When everyone arrived, they found Dean leaning back against the bar, munching on peanuts and talking to Chuck. ( He swallowed one last handful of nuts (not dirty) and turned to grin at everyone.  )

Dean was leaning against the desk at the front of the room as he watched all the students file in.

"Hey guys," he said once everyone was seated. ( Welcome to All You've Ever Wanted to Know About Dating, Hooking Up and Sex But Were Afraid to Ask. I'm Dean Winchester, the guy teaching it. Call me Dean; if you start calling me Mr. Winchester, I'm going to look behind me to see if my Dad's back from his hunt and standing behind me. )