Fandom: SuperWhoLock
Warnings: AU, Highschool. Perhaps Spoliers if you haven't watched one of the shows.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these shows. The one adventure I could never have.
A/N: I've been wanting to do something SuperWhoLock-y. But, it seemed like everything I wrote just sucked and didn't make sense and the plot was...Then this happened. So, hopefully it won't suck that bad. Good luck! :3
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If anyone told you that the Taylor and Robinson Delton Independent School in London was a perfectly peaceful place to settle down and send your kids to have a quiet education. If they said something about how the bullying rate was little to none. How the teachers were amazing and the students were the normal kids you see on your everyday news article, somebody lied.
Because at the Taylor and Robinson Delton Independent School, or TARDIS as the children liked to call it, catty cornered to the parks is everything but. The school is filled to its ceiling with the type of children who would rather see what makes the teachers yell to the top of their lungs then see what the chalk board has to tell them for the day. The teachers themselves find that they have to throw caution to not only into the wind, but into a pit of fire and do something completely different than what the school system had originally assigned to them.
When you walk through the hall ways you see an average hall way. You see the average doors. But you are only on the outside. You aren't looking hard enough. You don't see the signs on the ceiling with secret messages from different people. You can't see the box blinking behind the trashcan behind the stairs to the second floor. In fact, if you were to see these things…perhaps you are meant to fit in there after all.
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At one point everyone was new. Everyone was quiet and scared and red in the cheeks when they were assigned lab partners or trying to find a table to sit at during their lunch hours. The first days of school are always the most awkward and still the best. Especially for the new comers.
But those days were gone and everyone knew everyone who was anyone.
Except for the new students. The ones from America. Brothers, one a freshman the other a junior. Or rather one was in year 11 the other in year 13. Winchesters.
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Dean already hated Europe. Everything was to clean and proper for him. Sure, the girls had accents. The people were tolerable, but there was just something about London that made Dean cringe. They had been forced to move away when Bobby decided that they needed a fresh start. Starting with a ten hour plane ride and a spit take on the first cups of tea.
Then the new 'flat' and school. What the hell kind of name is "Taylor and Robinson Delton Independent School" anyways? It was much too long to be a name for anything. Dean stared at the entrance of the school with a dull look. British people with British accents walked past him. He could defiantly feel all eyes on him and his little brother when they were standing in the fish bowl for a front office. But he just put on a charming smile for the secretary printing their schedules.
Dean walked to his locker after making sure Sam had found his and could open it at least three times on his own. Dean looked from the slip of paper held in his hand to the combination in front of him. He frowned when it didn't open after the first couple of tries. He sighed, still feeling the holes being burned into his back from all the stares.
"Uhm, excuse me." He heard from behind him. Dean turned to face a girl with flaming red hair. She was staring at him. "What do you think you're doing?" Her Scottish accent bleeding through her words.
"I thought I was opening my locker." Dean shot back, he watched as her eyes traveled to the paper in his hand to the locker behind him, and back to his face again.
"Right, gimmie'." The red haired girl said grabbing the paper from his hand without waiting for his reply. He furrowed his brow as she giggled nodded to herself then moved one locker over and started to open it. It opened the first time and she turned to him. "There. You just had the wrong one."
Dean could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks. He wasn't use to being wrong. And he sure wasn't use to being proven right by a girl. Even if she did have nice legs. She was going to be his locker neighbor, so he guessed it wouldn't be that bad. At least he wouldn't get confused again. Not even five minutes in his hall way and he already made an acquaintance.
"Thank you…uhm…"
"Amy. Amy Pond." She said, holding out her hand to him. He noted the brightly colored nails.
"Dean. Winchester." He said, shaking her hand. She moved so that he could get to his locker and she started to open her own.
"American, huh?" He nodded, "Long way away from home. Parents know where you are?"
"No. My dad's one of the reasons we moved here and I'd rather not dump the 'dead mom' story on you." He said smoothly. As if it was nothing at all. Amy blinked, surprised by his tone and comment for a moment. She reclaimed her face as he shut his locker.
"Sorry….I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine." Dean shrugged; he looked past the red locks to, trying to find a clock but instead found a boy with brown hair and was wearing what looked like a life preserver starring at them from across the hallway. Behind him was another boy. This one made Dean have to do a double take. He wore a bright red bowtie and had a glowing pen in his hand pointed at them. The two immediately ducked behind someone else walking though the hall way when they made eye contact with Dean.
"Uhm…hello? What are you looking at?" Dean blinked, looking back to Amy Pond. She had an eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip.
"Sorry….it was just-…it seems you have some stalkers." He motioned to where the two boys were now situated behind a boy with sandy blonde hair and a firm look to him, short though so he didn't make a very good cover for the two that were trying to duck behind him. The boy was also resting on a cane. Leaning on it as he shook his head, saying something that Dean could never hear through the loud hall-way.
"Rory!" Amy yelled, making the boy with the life vest and the nose jump up and come stumbling over. "What the hell are you two doing?" Dean watched as the boy fumbled over his words.
"Well…we were just…"
"You two were just spying me, yeah? And what in the /world/ is The Doctor pointing at us? Is that a pen?" Amy asked staring at the boy with the bright bowtie and glowing pen, shaking her head and folding her arms over her chest.
"He /said/ it was supposed to help him with his homework but he made his locker pop open just by pointing it at it! He said it had to do with magnets and stuff, but with all that stuff he has in his locker, you know it carries much more than it's supposed to! And he said that it was just to help him get to places faster but I don't know what-"
"Rory! Okay!" Amy said, pressing a finger to the boy's lips. Dean stared at him. How he could talk that much…, "Rory. Dean. Dean. Rory." Amy grabbed Rory's hand and holding it towards Dean. Dean smiled slightly, taking the hand and shaking it.
"Can I ask why the guy with the bowtie is named 'The Doctor?'" Dean asked, looking back over. The shorter sandy haired boy was gone, leaving The Doctor exposed. Dean locked eyes with him for a moment. These made the bowtie wearing guy grin and laugh, and make his way over to the three. He extended his hand immediately towards Dean, not waiting for him but instead grabbing it for himself. The Doctor quickly shook Dean's hand, and then pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Hello! Dean Winchester was it? I'm The Doctor!" he pulled back to see a gaping Dean. He just kept a grin on and turned to Amy and Rory. "Americans at our school. We'll be having more than we know it! Won't Castiel be happy to know about more Americans at our school? I was beginning to think he was feeling rather lonely what with his American…ness. He only had Gabriel and Anna, but they're his family. So they don't really count, do they? Then there's Meg, but she's a bit of a stalker so…" He was lost now, looking above them.
"Right." Amy sighed, shutting her locker and turning to Dean. "Find us at lunch? John and Rory usually have a table ready for us. They get out early since they're in the medical room and Mrs. T lets them go early since she has to go see Mrs. Hudson about the dogs." She smiled at him, the dog thing catching Dean by surprise. But, then again so had this whole conversation. And the glowing pen that opened lockers.
"Bring your brother if he already doesn't have someone to sit with!" The Doctor said warmly. "What's his name, now?"
"Uhm…Sam." Dean said, still confused on how this kid knew he had a brother already.
"Sammy! What a brilliant name." The Doctor nodded.
A bell rang and Rory cut in.
"Ah, we should go. We'll be late. What's your first class Dean?" He asked the last part a bit higher since Dean was taller and much more muscular. Rory could easily see Dean putting him in a trash can or pushing him down the stairs, tripping him, making him drop his books, making him spill his lunch on himself. Anything the football team didn't already do. Except for Lestrade and John. They would always make them stop. But, sometimes they weren't around. Amy always was though. And Rory was thankful for that because without Amelia Pond he was pretty sure he would be dead by now. Sure, The Doctor was helpful but he had nearly gotten them killed on several occasions due to his big mouth and all the stuff he knew. Amy would always come to their rescue though. Whether it be her good looks or her hard fists that would distract the bullies didn't matter. She would save him and he would try and do the same.
"Uhm…" Dean glanced over his paper. "Chemistry with…Mr. Novak?" Dean said, looking up at them hopefully.
"Oo...You'll get to meet one of Castiel's many family members already!" Amy laughed. "The Doctor will show you to your class. He's right next door to you. Come on Rory! We'll have to run or Mr. Ross will have our ars-"
"Amy!"
"Sorry, I forgot you were a virgin to swearing. Have our butts. Now come on! Lovely meeting you Dean Winchester!" She said, giving him a grin before tugging on Rory's sleeve leaving him to trip behind her. Dean turned to the Doctor who was hitting the pen against his palm now.
"Your pen not working?" Dean asked, making the Doctor look at him. A grin spreading across his face. This one was really starting to creep Dean out. A little bit. And if he hugged him again…something would have to be done.
"Don't worry. I'll have loads of time to fix it. I get bored. Can never be bored all the time! Now, come along, Winchester. We can't let you be late on your first day to TARDIS!" he chirped, and started hopping down the hall way. Dean watched him for a moment, shaking his head. Then he had to jog to catch up with him.
"So…why is your name 'The Doctor'?" He asked, sideways glancing at the jumping bean beside him.
"Because. I'm The Doctor." And that was the end of that discussion.
''
He had somehow managed to make it through his first few classes. Mr. Novak turned out to be an asshole. He would stare and stare until the student would be forced to do whatever it was that he wanted. His black suit made him more intimidating then what the students around him told him when he first sat down. Crowley was his first name. And he had siblings all around the school. Apparently they owned the place. Literally. He was only twenty something, but still had the look that he had been alive much longer than what his birthdate was letting on.
Dean plopped down next to a boy. He had an odd face on, one that said he had too much stress, his eyes were dark and his hair seemed to be going to light for his age. He looked up at Dean, an eyebrow raised.
"Uh…hello."
"Hi." Dean said, nodding. He watched as the boy blinked at his voice. "I'm Dean Winchester. Yes, I am new. No, I don't have a seat. And, yes I will be sitting next to you."
"Okay then…I'm Greg. But, everyone calls me by my last name." The boy smiled. It was a sad one though. It didn't hang correctly on his lips. Dean waited for a moment, raising his eyebrows. Greg stared back for a moment before catching on. "Oh! Right. Sorry. Lestrade. Everyone calls me Lestrade."
Dean nodded, returning with a grin. They both jumped when the sound of large books crashing down on their desk.
"Hello, Dean Winchester." Dean looked up at the man. Dark suit. Dark eyes. Evil smirk. Teacher. Defiantly the teacher. Mr. Novak. "You're the new student. And you're from America." He stated, circling around the desk. "So, this gives me a reason to pick on you, but don't worry. I'm sure by the end of this school day enough people will have told you about me and my ways to know enough to get you through my class. The best of luck." Mr. Novak smiled, walking back to the front of the room where he picked up his mug, raising it to his lips. "You are going to need it here."
Dean could feel all eyes on him, but he held the stare. This made the man in the black suit smile, nod, and start class.
"Jesus fuck." He heard from beside him. Dean turned to see Lestrade all wide eyed. "You are the first to stand up to him."
"But, I didn't-"
"No. You did." Lestrade lowered his voice. "Most people break down and ball when he comes at them. You and Sherlock bloody Holmes are the only two that haven't."
Dean liked Lestrade. He was a bit like him, though he was too willing and was easy to push around. Dean learned this when he was walking down the hall way with him. To many people came up to him asking about this and that, and Greg would just nod and keep moving on. Dean could tell the stress was getting to him. But, the boy still had a firm grasp on what was going on with things and liked Aerosmith. So, he was fine by Dean.
The next couple of classes were fine. He knew no one. He didn't attempt to know anyone.
And then lunch. Dean was dreading having to find the two guys he was told to look out for. He nervously glanced around the cafeteria when he heard his name being called.
"Dean!" He turned to see Sam walking toward him. Dean smiled, ruffling the boy's hair when he got into arm's length. Even though Dean was the older brother Sam was quickly becoming the next giant to follow Jack down the beanstalk. Sam swatted at Dean's arm and went to fix his hair, grimacing. "Why must you always do that?"
"Because, Sammy, there's only so much more time I'm going to be able to do that." Dean grinned and turned to walk into the lunch room. "How has your day been so far? I don't have to beat someone up yet do I?"
"It's been okay. No, not yet, anyways. But, lots of people asking about America. Not one asked about the burgers though, which is surprising because isn't that our stereotype?" Sam asked, looking up at his brother. Dean just shrugged.
"I don't know but burgers are great. But, only if you do it correctly. When you don't it all just falls to crap." Sam only nodded not wanting to get into that conversation. He had seen his brother go off on to many people about his food, and no. It wasn't pretty. They were about to sit down at an empty table when their arms were being grabbed and they were being hauled off across the room.
"What the-." Dean was thrown down opposite of Sam. He looked around and saw a whole assortment of faces. He only recognized three out of all of them. Amy was sitting next to him, Rory was next to her and The Doctor was busy wondering what Sam had for lunch.
"I thought I said to look for Rory and John, were you not listening or did you just think I was being sarcastic?" Amy asked taking a drink of a brand Dean had never seen before. "Well?"
"I…"
"Oh, leave him alone Amy." Someone on the other side of the table said. "He probably didn't want to have to deal with you three again."
"Well, no one asked you now did they, Meg?" Amy snapped. A girl with dark locks and an empty smirk on her face stood up. "Where's Castiel? Hiding from you, I'll bet. The poor thing, you don't leave him alone for one minute. I heard you switched classes just to have another one with him in it!"
And with that the girl huffed and stomped away. Dean looked back to the girl with red hair. She was eating an apple that had a face carved into it. It gave him a smile and he just looked up at her.
"Alright I've heard an awful lot about this, 'Castiel' guy. Who is he exactly? And who in the hell named him after an angel? Is that just a family thing, or…?" Dean asked, looking around the table. His eyes landed on the blonde boy from earlier. He was starring off somewhere else, not paying attention to anything. He looked up to Rory who just ducked his head.
"Hello." A gravelly voice said from behind him. Dean turned to find a boy standing there. He had dark messy hair that looked as if he has just got done sleeping on a table. His clothes consisted of a tie, a dress shirt, and a blazer. And over everything else was a tan trench coat that made him look paler than what he actually was. The thing that caught Dean was his eyes. They were piercingly blue, and they were staring right back at him.
"Castiel!" The Doctor shouted jumping up leaving Sam to clean up his lunch that was now spread out throughout the table.
"Doctor." Castiel nodded. He held giant books under his arm and an apple in the other.
"Not eating again, I see…" Amy said, rolling her eyes and giving him a fake smile while raising her own apple up as if to give him a toast. Dean watched this…Castiel boy. Something about him was odd. And Dean didn't know whether he liked it or not. "Anyways, sit down! We have new people to introduce you to. They're American so you won't be so lonely anymore, dear!"
Castiel sighed as Amy pulled him down in between her and Dean. He sideways glanced at the new comer, catching the green in blue. He looked away quickly, not liking the new feeling that was settling in his stomach. A flutter. Perhaps he wouldn't be eating the apple Anna had given him after all.
The Doctor was the one to ruin the moment. "Castiel, this is Dean Winchester. And this! This is his little brother Sam!" The Doctor was grinning at the boy next to him which made him look nervously at Rory which made Rory just give him a look to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully.
"Hello Dean." Castiel said with a curt nod. He set his books down on the table in front of him. He looked at Dean Winchester who was giving his books a look. The fluttering continued.
"What are you doing, reading that? It looks like a dictionary. But…old." Dean said attempting to poke it.
"I have a project in one of my classes. It's a rather old topic and this was the only book the library had dating back to that era." Castiel explained calmly.
"Right…well you seem like the type of person that gets a kick out of a book that old and that fat." Dean said, gesturing to his attire. Castiel furrowed his brow and looked down to his clothing. He always wore this. Well, not the exact same clothing, but the outfit was always the same. And sometimes he wore tennis shoes because The Doctor was in need of help and that always ended up in sometime of running. But, the new boy with freckles and green eyes was correct.
"I do enjoy the topic I was assigned…I am not complaining." He replied, looking back up at Dean for a moment before turning away, wanting the fluttering feeling to stop.
At the other end of the table Anna was watching her brother talking with the new boy. She had to admit the new student was cute and had a nice smile, but the way her brother was acting…
Anna looked away from them and looked across at John and Molly. She raised an eyebrow as she once again saw John watching the boy with curly dark locks and amazing cheek bones from across the room. The tall thin boy was sitting alone and not eating. Like her brother, Sherlock Holmes never ate. At least from what she could see. He never ate lunch. Maybe he ate at home. This was the most likely considering he was as rich as her family was and had a brother going into government already.
And she watched as John watched him. Something that always seemed to happen now-a-days. Anna found herself snapping her hand in front of the shorter boy in order to get his attention back to the conversation, all because the boy who never spoke to anyone walked by.
"Go tell him to sit with us." She said finally. John sat there for a moment running what she said through his brain before giving her a bewildered look.
"What? Who?" John asked, looking down at his lunch.
"You know who, you can't take your eyes off of him. So, either go ask him to sit with us, or I will." She said, a smirk forming on her face.
"Uhm…what?" Molly asked, looking up from her napkins. "Who are we asking to sit with us?"
"Sherlock Holmes." Anna said a bit too loud for what John likes because he was shushing her as soon as the name left her lips. He was looking around to make sure no one had heard her. Of course, no one had because this was high school and no one cared enough to listen to anyone else's conversations that weren't their own. She watched as Molly's eyes grew two sizes larger.
"What? Why!" Molly was at a frantic; she leaned in her voice getting higher. "He doesn't like anyone! I should know I'm his lab partner! He talks to me because he has to! And even then it's just a word or two. If I'm lucky I get a, 'Thank you, Molly. You didn't screw anything up today.' He won't come over here!"
"Yes, he will." Anna sighed, looking up. "Oh, Doctor! Could you come here a moment?" She called across the table. She saw the floppy brown haired boy pop up. She smiled when she heard John groan.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, watching as the Doctor plopped down next to Molly.
"Anna! Your brother is really hitting it off with Dean Winchester, don't you think? I thought they might become fast friends considering all the-" He was cut off mid-sentence by a finger being pressed against his lips. He looked from the finger to Anna's annoyed face.
"Doctor, what do you know about Sherlock Holmes?" She asked, an eyebrow raised. Anna removed her finger from his lips in order for him to speak.
"He's smart. Maybe even as smart as me and Castiel! But, he doesn't like people much. I tried asking him if he wanted to discuss…something." He glanced nervously at John. "But, he just told me to go away. He was in his, 'mind place.' Fascinating really, the way can read people the way he does. He sees things. Things that other people cannot. He's brilliant. Why? Are we planning something for him?" the Doctor asked, his eyes lighting up.
"Good." Anna paused, grinning at John and looking back over her shoulder to the now empty table. "And, yes…something like that."
Castiel wasn't one for making friends. He knew the people he knew because of Gabriel and Anna. They had introduced him to everyone in their friendship circle when he first had to go to school that was not in his house and not his older brothers. They had told him it was time for him to have social interaction with people his own age who were not his siblings. Castiel wasn't exactly happy about this new arrangement but he never denied or told his older brothers this. He would never go against their decisions. After all, they were closer to their father than the rest of them were.
Their father was always off on business meetings or something like that, never home. Just sent them messages and Christmas or Birthday presents when necessary. Sometimes it was hard because sometimes remembering what he looked like became fuzzy and it made them frustrated when they would get their hopes up of the thought that he would be coming home. Finally. Only to be let down by the sound of Balthazar's sigh that said more than what his words could.
And it was the lack of being around people that made Castiel have a hard time of making friends with other people. They thought he was odd because of the way he dressed. Or how he had no idea what they were talking about when pop-culture references came up in a conversation. They would tease and throw things and he would just take it because eventually they would stop. If he just sat there quietly and did nothing else to make them upset with him…But, this was still the problem because he did not know why they were upset with him. Castiel was just like the rest of them. Except maybe for the lack of emotion he had, because he never had any use for them before, but who could blame him for not crying when Rose let go. Or not getting angry at the fact that a website was down. Castiel just did not see what other people saw in things like that. It would take a miracle for anyone to understand what the hell was going on with him. Not even the people that let him sit at their lunch table would ever understand what it meant to be an outsider because they had people. People who they had found in this world. Through all the millions and billions of people in this world they had found each other. Castiel had tried to look around for someone. He looked high and low and still he could not find a single person around him that made him feel...like Castiel Novak.
The people he did find were just there because of his last name and the fact that his house was big and his older brothers had parties of the highest quality. No one would bother to know his likes or dislikes. His birthday or what he did on a Saturday so that maybe they could join him. The only people Castiel could find were the ones that belonged to someone else, and he didn't want to ruin their path to finding that they belonged to. Where they fit in. He didn't want to be that forced puzzle piece that the child would push into the only empty spot because he didn't want force. He wanted ease and comfort. Castiel wanted the missing piece.
And then, he found Dean Winchester.
