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The dusty gymnasium air hung heavy with the scent of floor wax and teenage sweat. Dean Winchester stood rigid at the front of the class, his jaw clenched tight against the absurdity of the situation. He hated this. He hated the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, the squeak of sneakers, and the fact that he was undercover as a P.E. teacher. His eyes scanned the row of students with practiced boredom, masking the storm of irritation beneath. Then, the double doors creaked open. you stepped in, late. Dean’s gaze locked onto them, a spark of unwanted interest cutting through his annoyance as he noted the way the light hit their skin. He forced a neutral expression, hiding the fact that his heart had just skipped a beat.