A/N: I wrote this at 11:05 pm during a blizzard, while listening to Toto and avoiding my laundry. Forgive the mistakes. Hearts to you all. :)
Charlie's new highschool was not normal.
Her guide to life at "the dungeon," as the students called it (why did that seem like a bad sign?), was a blonde named Becky Rosen. Becky seemed to know everything about everything at the school. Throughout the day, she was constantly pointing out details about their peers, gossiping endlessly about everyone, and telling pointless stories whilst giggling, a bit maniacally if you asked Charlie.
Ordinarily, this sort of behavior would only irritate her, but today Charlie was grateful. She learned who and what to avoid quickly and efficiently, with random facts interspersed. She needed to keep Becky around, that much was evident.
When Becky got started on "the mob," or the popular kids, as she was quick to explain after Charlie's incredulous look, Charlie began to wonder if she should be taking notes or something.
Becky, leaning on her locker, was just beginning her tirade on a junior named Gabriel who apparently called himself "the trickster," when she was shoved aside as a dude in a trenchcoat (a trenchcoat? What was with this place?) slammed a jock in a leather jacket into the wall of lockers behind her.
Charlie shot Becky a questioning glance, raising her eyebrow in disbelief. Becky and trenchcoat dude simultaneously opened their mouths and spoke.
"Dean Winchester," they said together, Becky as if it explained everything, trenchcoat dude angrily hissing the syllables at the jock's face.
They turned to each other, surprised, until the jock, apparently named Dean Winchester, broke the silence.
"Hey, ladies," he winked. "Could you give me 'n' Cas here a moment?"
Becky's face lit up.
"Yes, of course!" She squeaked, grabbing Charlie's arm and dragging her briskly down the hall. Charlie glanced over her shoulder as "Cas" began yelling at "Dean," Dean lazily grinning back at him.
"What's their deal?" Charlie jerked her head in their general direction, raising an eyebrow at Becky.
Becky sighed happily. Charlie looked back; Dean and Cas were kissing fervently now, oblivious to the rest of the school.
Becky laughed. "Who cares?"