Dean groaned lightly when he saw the look that Sarah was giving him. It was a combination of many different emotions, and entirely unreadable...as a lot of teacher looks tended to be. If this was HIS first day back at school, he would have known how to handle it. He would have cracked some comment like "Calm down, sugar," and taken his seat, but this was Ben's first day and he wasn't sure what role a father was supposed to play in a situation like this. He swatted Ben on the back of the head the same way he normally did with Sammy only much, much lighter (because his kid didn't quite have Sam's thick head) and waited until they were sitting down to whisper a response to Ben.
"It's called a whisper, Mini Me. The girl's not supposed to know you're checking her out...and you're not supposed to check out your teachers." True, it had never stopped Dean, but he knew he was at least obligated to try with Ben.
Truth be told, as much as he knew the kid needed to be in school so he could learn, he was kind of hoping this wouldn't work out. It was a good opportunity for Ben, to be somewhere safe, to be with kids his own age, to go to a school where people wouldn't look at him funny because of the sort of family he came from, but selfishly Dean didn't want him to be out of the house. He liked hanging out with his kid, liked "bonding" with Ben. Dean loved his son, and didn't like the thought of him being away--and not just for the safety of having him closer. Dean knew he would miss Ben in the few hours he was gone from the house everyday, and that alone was chick flick enough to make him try to distract himself.
"So S--Mrs. Petrelli, hope we didn't interrupt your lesson."