After all the years dealing with demons, and shapeshifters, and witches, and all that crap, Sam never thought he would be inside another classroom. He especially didn't think he'd be teaching, not in a million years. The name plate on his door read, "Tyler Summers." It was a big lie of course, but then again, Sam had already gone beyond his fair share of lying and then some.
He pulled out an expo marker and started to write his lesson on the board for a class he was going to teach later. Sam looked up at his writing and over at his desk. "Never in a million years..." He mumbled to himself with a chuckle.
Dean walked in the classroom that had 'Tyler summers' on the door. "sup Tyler?" he asked smirking at his little brother. They were finally getting somewhat of a break from all the hunting. Though it was kind of sketchy that a bunch of book characters were coming out of their stories.
"Necromancy, mythical creatures, and defense against supernaturals," she said with a small smile and a shrug. They were fellow teachers after all. "History and ancient folk lore for you correct Tyler?"