A/N I bring bad news. Unfortunately due to this week being exams, I won't be able to update chapter 8. I shall returned next week once all my exams are over. Thanks for your patience! I'm very sorry.

P.S. Any mid chapters for like .5 little stories have nothing to do with the main story.

Becky tore at her hair looking at the math equation in front of her. "When did we learn this?!" She panicked knowing her dad would kill her if she failed her exams again.

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This was one of the days Jean hated. Having a vamp trying to attack her while she was coming to school almost made her late for her first exam.

Now Jean's head was in shambles, she couldn't think properly. Plus history wasn't always one of her strong suits.

Analyze and evaluate the impact of Andrew Jackson's economic policies, including his views on banking during the mid-19th century.

Yup. Jean wasn't making it out of this one alive.

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Dean sat down on the couch and turned on the television. "Where are the girls?" He asked his little brother.

Looking up from his laptop, Sam replied, "They're at school."

"What for?"

"Exams."

Dean cringed at the word. He remembered how much he hated those stupid tests they forced you to take. Although not that it mattered much since they never stayed in one place for too long.

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Biting down on her pencil, Becky looked at the last problem on the test. She had about 4 minutes 'til all tests had to be turned in.

"Becky." Becky jumped as the trench coat angel appeared by her side.

"Cas." She hissed, "You can't be here right now."

Castiel tilted his head in confusion, "I came because you were praying for help."

"What? Oh..." Becky's face turned slightly pink as she remembered that she prayed for anyone to help her remember how to solve the problem. "Uh it's nothing Cas. Just go before the instructor notices you."

"Are you sure?" His eyes were filled with concern. Castiel could sense Becky's frustration. He looked down at the piece of paper she seemed to be mad over and frowned. "Why would the man want to jump off a cliff? And why are they asking at what speed he would fall rather than helping him?"

"What?" Becky followed Castiel's eyes to her test. "Nevermind that Cas just go." The timer went off signalling the end of testing.

As the test instructor looked up, Castiel had disappeared leaving Becky to cuss as she quickly wrote down the first answer that popped into her mind.