Sam licked her lips, eyes scanning over the students that she could see, the bricks against her back warm to the touch. She loved eating lunch in this spot, against a little wall that the bleachers sat against on the other side of it. It was far enough away that she didn't have to hear all the typical high school blather, but at the same time she could people watch. Every day from the first day she got to the school, she claimed this spot as her own. Sometimes Dean would join her if he was able to get an early enough lunch break, bringing her fast food. He had let her know earlier though he wasn't going to be able to stop by and Lucifer was busy also. She liked Lucifer well enough, he made Dean happy and that's all that really matters to her. Also he never looked at her like she was a freak like a few of Deans boyfriends, who didn't last a second past that look, did.
Her style really didn't have a name, goth would mean she would wear more black, though she did wear an awful lot. But punk would mean more metal and that really wasn't so either. She liked black jeans with either tank tops or a corset if she was feeling it. There were times she would also steal one of Deans band shirts and wear it with a pair of cut off shorts if it was hot enough. On her feet was always a pair of boots that had a small heel and had laces, though it just zipped up the side. It depended on how she felt if she wore cut off gloves or something similar like that. In her ears, she wore four studs in each lobe, three on the top left and two industrials side by side on the top right. In her tongue was a stud and a few people also could vouch that her nipples had them as well. She wasn't that big of a fan of ink, though she did have a few. A gothic cross on her left shoulder, had a small banner across it bearing their mothers name that passed when Sam was a baby. On her inner right wrist was two roses, one smaller red and one bigger black, symbolizing her and Dean and how they would always be there for each other. Dean having a matching one. Both of them knew that if John was still around he wouldn't of allowed any of it, but Dean had been her guardian since he had turned 18. The two of them living in a small little house, with Lucifer staying over more often then not anymore, not that Sam minded at all.
The other thing that made people look at Sam odd was her hair. For years she kept it about shoulder length, but just never was very happy with it. So when Dean suggested a mohawk, she said sure, why not. On the sides where it was shaved, it was still her original dark brown color, though the rest she dyed. The first two inches or so were a strawberry blond color, the rest a dark red. Most of the time she styled it up, like today, though somedays she just brushed it all to one side and left it at that. The only other part of her hair that was still any real length was two small one inch parts in front of each ear that she straitened to keep them down. But Dean could care less what she looked like as long as she was happy.
Taking another bite of her sandwich, Sam cocked an eyebrow watching the new student that was in the school coming outside and sitting on the steps. He was an odd person, didn't really talk to anyone and when someone would talk to him, even the teachers, he just would stare back. Something about him was a little appealing though, his dark hair was always spiky and messy though it wasn't something that looked on purpose. His eyes were the bluest that Sam had ever seen as well, his lips a little plump as well. The one time Sam had been really close to him, was when he ran into her when he had been looking at a map of the school. He had mumbled a small apology, turning red and moving around her.
She just finished her lunch, drinking the last of her pop as she stood up, watching as Castiel headed back inside, when the bell rang signaling lunch was over. Getting up, she grabbed her black messenger bag that doubled as a purse and tossed her garbage away. With a little smirk she headed inside, making a small decision. It had been too long since she went after someone who didn't nearly have the exact same style as she did and he was more than attractive. So why not, maybe even bring this one home to meet Dean and Lucifer. Since she didn't have a doubt she could get him.
As she got her books out of her locker, she suddenly smirked again at another thought.
Was he a virgin?