Studying 101
Some of us have exams coming up. So I wrote a Little Cas trying to be supportive of you, trying to pass whatever specialty you doomed yourself to.
Please excuse the not quite up to par quality, but I quickly wrote this while studying for my own Doomsday tomorrow.
I wish you all the best of luck on your exams! If you want, let us know what Evil sorcery you learn for in the comments.
“Let’s see… a equals b as long as… no that can’t be right?!“ For what it was worth, you were pretty sure that the equation supernatural hunter times college equaled long coffee fueled nights of endless fighting — and that wasn’t considering the monster hunting part of your life.
Scratching your head you readjusted your position on the ratty motel bed, and started scribbling in your notes. It took some time but soon you were in the zone, you found your flow, your Zen, this was easy all you had to do was — Crash!
A body flew tough the window and landed in an undignified heap in front of your bed. “Hey, Cas! You alright?“ You were too tired to put any real emotion behind the question. Having an almost immortal angel as a friend had the tendency to make getting shot, stabbed, or run over by a drunken vampire's SUV — don’t ask — seem like a paper cut in comparison.
Said celestial, higher being only grunted while getting off his ass.
Shrugging you went back to your work. “So, if I quadrate the equation then, …“ The door was kicked open with enough force to send splinters of wood flying everywhere. The gigantic half man, half Ox rammed into a now very much distraught angel. “Cas, you’re sure you don’t need no help from anybody?“
“Yes! Just focus on your work!“ The man winced while getting punched in the gut.
That was dedication for you, the mother hen momentarily getting pummeled to death had insisted on you getting a degree after you had confessed to him that it would never be possible, considering the shit dumpster that was your life.
Cas was sweet like that! Though, looking at your exercise sheet, you weren’t that sure anymore. After another involuntary flying lesson for the kind man any hope for getting this stuff into your head evaporated.
Clap. The books hit the ground as you advanced the... whatever this weeks freaks special was. “Look buddy, I have no time for this. So do all of us a favor and shut your trap!“
The last thing the Ox saw was a pair of hands grabbing a shotgun — laying between sheets of equations and illegible scribbles- and the terrified eyes of his former angel victim. “Oh, shit!!!“
BAM