@CastielNovak So far, the first class went well. Thank you all for your kind words. All of them turned out great. I will be teaching the great egret class. Check it out.
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Dean sighed, using the back of his wrist to wipe a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He had been working outside on Baby and for some odd reason, it was in the seventies. He was shirtless and wearing a dark pair of jeans.

Right now, he was just looking around for anything that could've been fixed. He stopped, though, when another car pulled in the driveway.

Sam stepped out of his car and smiled, shutting the door behind him before pulling out his phone. "Hey, Dean. So get this-"

"Sammy, I saw that short beta over there checking you out, if that's what you were gonna tell me."

"What?" Sam asked, his face slightly tinting darker as he looked across the street at the new studio. "No, he wasn't. Anyway," he turned back to face Dean, "Barry and I decided to try out the class. It wasn't terrible but you wanna see my painting?"

Dean shrugged, "Sure, man." He picked up a clean rag to wipe his hands and followed Sam to his car. Sam opened the trunk and Dean eyed it warily. "It's.. um.. nice?"

Sam smacked his arm and gave him a dirty look. "You couldn't even try to sound convincing?"

"I mean, Sammy, it looks like you paid a kindergartner do this for you." The two laughed as Sam shut the trunk. "I'm just getting ready to close up. Wanna help?"

Sam just shrugged and started to help put things back where they belonged. He, also, lived upstairs with Dean, so it wasn't really a problem. Lisa still lived with her parents cause they were crazy religious and believed in 'saving oneself for marriage' even though that boat sailed a long time ago.

As they walked up the steps to the apartment, Dean asked, "You don't have to tell me, but you like dick?"

Sam tripped up the steps but caught himself using his hands. "Dean, you can't just ask someone that. It's rude."

"Okay, okay. Point proven." Dean smiled at him as he unlocked the door and went inside.

"It's called being 'gay', not liking dick," Sam muttered quietly. Dean almost didn't hear him.

"Sorry, Sammy. You could've just told me."

"Dean," Sam sighed as he sat on the couch. "You were the football team captain in high school. You made out with a new girl every day. Now, how do you think you'd feel if you were in my shoes?"

Dean looked down at his feet and inspected them carefully. "I don't know, man. Your feet are huge." Sam took a shoe off and threw it at Dean as he dodged it and laughed.

"Seriously, Dean. Just try? For me?"

He sighed, "Yeah, I guess in your position, I would feel the same way. But I'm straight so I guess I don't really know how you feel." Sam snorted and smirked. "What?"

"Nothing, you just agreed with me." Sam got up from the couch and headed into the bathroom. "I'm going to shower."

"My shower!" Dean called out after him.

Sam opened the door slightly to peek out and yell back. "Jerk!"

"Bitch!"

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Dean pulled Baby in the parking lot at the Roadhouse for dinner. Sam and Dean stepped out of the vehicle and shut the doors simultaneously.

Sam pushed open through the doors with Dean behind him by a short distance.

"Hey, Jody," Sam said as he walked up to the bartender. She turned to face him and smiled greatly at them.

Jody and Bobby had basically raised Sam and Dean. Their mom took off when they were young, before Sam could remember, and their father passed away a few years back. Dean was four years senior to Sammy. Sam was a genius, though, and managed to graduate high school a year after Dean. Bobby and Jody were both betas but it didn't matter to them, even considering they were both alphas.

"Sam, Dean, how are you boys?" she asked, making her way around the bar to give them a hug.

Dean spoke first. "Pretty good. I'm bored, though."

Jody laughed at him. "Yeah, you were always that way. You get bored easy." She pulled away from Dean's arms and wrapped hers around Sam. "How about you?"

"I'm alright, Jody. Thanks," he smiled.

She looked at them warmly. "You both want your usuals?" Sam and Dean both nodded. "Coming right up!"

The boys made their way over to their normal seat and slid in opposite each other. "What'd you do today, Sammy?"

"It's Sam," he corrected. "And I worked at the library for a couple hours and then stayed after studying for my LSAT."

"Dude, your test isn't until September," Dean replied immediately. "You remember that Jo girl? Blond, petite Alpha, about 5'4"."

"Yeah, Harvelle. Her mom, Ellen, too. What about her?"

"She invited us to her college graduation next Saturday."

Jody walked over and placed their food down on the table, saying, "Enjoy."

"Thanks," Sam smiled up at her cheekily and then took a sip of his water. "So?"

"Yeah, sounds fun," Dean replied, shoving his bacon cheeseburger in his mouth hungrily.

"Oh, and you're going to my birthday party. It's at the new painting place across the street."

Dean groaned. "Painting is for girls."

Sam gave him his normal bitch face before eye rolling. "I don't care," he said, pausing to take a sip of his water, "you're going."

"What are we painting at least?" Dean asked, as he continued shoving his face full of food.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, Dean. I'm letting Gabe pick it."

"Who?" Dean questioned.

"The painter guy I was talking to with Barry."

Dean eyeballed him with a smirk on his face. "And why is he picking it?"

Sam shrugged again, his face tinting a slight darker shade of red.

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"Really, Gabe?"

"What?" Gabe put his hands up and feigned innocence.

"A moose?" Sam groaned.

"Oh!" the beta exclaimed, "I almost forgot!" He ran out of the room which gave Sam and Dean time to glance at each other warily. He ran back in the room, a clear plastic bag in his hands. He reached in and grabbed the headband before going on his tippy toes and putting it on Sam's head.

Dean smirked and snickered. "You're a moose now."

Sam watched as Gabe went around the room and giving everyone headbands with antlers on them. People made their way to their seats as Gabe literally jumped onto the stage. He took a deep breath before starting.

"Hey, everyone. My name is Gabe and I'll be your teacher today. It's now 6 o'clock so we are gonna start. Just to preview, you have three brushes. The biggest one - his name is Larry, named after Lawrence. The medium sized brush is Jess. It was named after a teacher in this town who passed a few years back in a house fire. Then, finally, we've got baby Jack. Don't ask how we got that name - I have no clue. I think some random Twitter poll. Okay, so first you're gonna pick up Larry. Dip him in the water and then tap him off. Now take a huge glob of white paint and cover the whole canvas. Don't make it too much in one area, just lightly coat it."

Dean leaned over to whisper in Sam's ear, "Your boyfriend rambles when he's nervous."

Sam glared at Dean, muttering, "Shut up," and turned back to his painting.

The shorter brother looked up at Gabriel as he started speaking again. "Okay, so now you all are gonna wash your brush out and dry it on the napkins next to your easels. Next, you're gonna take a large amount of green and just brush it on there to mix with-" Suddenly, the door opened and a black haired man stuck his head in and whispered something to Gabriel. "Okay, I'll be right back guys."

Gabe hopped off stage and slipped through the door. Thankfully, for Dean, the door was all glass except for the frames. He watched the man and Gabriel talk for a moment before the man looked at him. He had piercing blue eyes that reminded Dean of gemstones. The color you'd imagine only in a place of royalty. It was almost inhuman and caused Dean to furrow his eyebrows in stupefaction.

"You good?" Sam asked, following his brother's gaze.

"Yeah, man. That guy's eyes look different to you?" Dean nodded towards the guy dressed in a trenchcoat.

Sam shrugged. "I guess. Your eyes are really different too. Are you planning on painting or just ogling him all day?"

Dean glared at Sam and turned his attention back to his painting.

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"Hey, Sammy. I'm gonna head over to Lisa's. Her parents are out of town if you know what I mean." Sam fake gagged.

"Dude, you're disgusting." Dean laughed and made his way across the street to Baby. He quickly put the painting on the porch, leaving it there for later. He knew no one would steal such an atrocity.

He backed out of the driveway and made his way to Lisa's house. About fifteen minutes later, he arrived. There were two cars parked in the front of the driveway so he parked behind Lisa. He stepped out and shut the car door. Dean walked up to the porch and knocked. When no one answered, he knocked again. Nothing.

Dean jiggled the doorknob and the door gently pushed open. He stepped in and shut the door quietly. Music lightly resonated from the bedroom and slightly got louder and louder the closer he travelled to it. A deep pit of anxiety and anger filled his stomach. He took a deep breath and flung the door open. No matter what he imagined, he couldn't have prepared for what he saw.

Lisa was on top of a blond guy, both of them stripped naked. The man on the bottom had his hands on her hips and her hands were on his chest. A split second later, Lisa had screamed and pulled off the man to face her fiancé. The man on the bottom looked between them in confusion, not even bothering to cover up.

"Lucifer, I think you should go," Lisa glanced over at the blond in guilt. He just shrugged and pulled his clothes back on. All the while, Dean stood in the doorway. If this were a cartoon, smoke would be blowing from his ears.

The man known as Lucifer smiled at Dean as he slipped by him to go down the stairs.

"You have two minutes to tell me."

Lisa looked at him, speechless. "Tell you what?"

"Why?"

I think that was a good place to end it. Lmk what you guys thought. Sorry for spending a million years on it