Title: Latin Time!
By: Mander08
Pairing: gen
Rating: PG
A/N:waves: 'ello all. This has no point whatsoever... so dont look for a point. ... I got bored and looked up latin phrases and decided to write a story. All the thinks with numbers after it I will tell you what they mean at the end of the page.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you honestly think I would be writing about them... of course not... ::smiles wickedly::
Summary: Diablous fecit, ut id facerem. THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT! No really he did, pointless drabble about one of the Winchesters in Latin class.


"Alright class, please take out your homework assignments." The teacher called out from the front of the room, each student pulls their crumpled homework papers that they had been assigned to a few days ago. It was only a couple weeks into school, and the teachers had thrown homework at them like it was nothing. After five isles she noticed one of her students still searching through a mess of colored papers.

"Do you have your homework?" She asked walking up to his desk. The student looked at her, his green eyes shining slightly in the light.

"Eheu, litteras istas reperire non possum.(1)" The words came from him gracefully, perfectly pronounced, as the teacher and the other students around him stared at him in amazement. "Quae? (2)"

"Where did you learn to speak Latin so well?" Funny how, when you tell someone you don't need to be in a Latin 1 class because you already know a whole hell of a lot more than them, they don't listen. So when you speak the language they all are impressed.

"My father had me learn it. He thought it would be useful to know." The teachers mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but then she closed it again just as quickly. "As I said, I can't find the papers. Would I be able to hand it in tomorrow?" The teacher smiled and nodded, hesitating for a few moments before going to check the rest of the class' homework.


Class had started over thirty-five minutes ago, and the teacher was still talking about death. No one knew why she was talking about death… maybe it had something to do with Prometheus being chained to a rock and having an eagle come to eat his liver and never being able to die.

A loud bang echoed through the room, as the teacher smacked the wooden pointer she had been using, on a desk. Everybody in the room jumped, even those who had been paying attention, but all that the student did was look up and stare at her.

"Dou you have anything to add?"

"Crudelius est quam mori semper timere mortem.(3)"

"Dude, what did you just say?" A boy said turning around in his seat to stare at the student and teacher.

"Bene, cum Latine nescias, nolo manus meas in te maculare. (4)"

"Dean-." The teacher was about to scold him but just as she started the bell had rung. All the students grabbed their books and stated hightailing to the door.

" Die dulci freure. (5)" Dean yelled out before he excited the door and walking down the hall, leaving the Latin room far behind him… well at least until tomorrow.

A/N: Told you it was pointless... see what happens when i get bored... no if only i can update my other stories.

Ok these meanings arent the exact meanings they are just meant to make the meanings of the sentences more understandable to us... I asked my latin teacher about them he said they are fine. ::two thumbs up::

1. Unfortunatley, I cant find those particular documents.

2. What?

3. It is more cruel to always fear death than to die.

4. Well, if you dont understand plain latin, Im not going to dirty my hands on you.

5. Have a nice day.