"No, no, no, no," Castiel Novak was whispering to himself as his English teacher, Ms. Brandon, was calling him up to read his paper.

"Come on up Castiel," Ms. Brandon was sitting back in her chair with her arms folded in a position of laziness but dominance. God, Castiel really hated all the teachers and students at Wayne's High School. Well not all, one of his teachers was really kind to him.

Castiel slowly walks up to the front of the room. His sleeves were over hands and his paper was clutched in one of them.

"Hello," Castiel speaks softly looking down at his paper.

"Speak up fag!" One of the football players in the back of the room calls, earning cheers and high fives from his monkey friends.

"Quiet down," Ms. Brandon hushes the blonde haired boy. Castiel could tell she was attempting to retain her own smile.

Sighing, Castiel starts again, "I researched Shakespeare. Shakespeare was.."

"213, 213, 213," Dean Winchester was roaming the halls of his new school completely lost. His family had just moved to New Jersey all the way from Florida so the freezing weather wasn't a great improvement on his already bad mood.

"Where the hell is it?" Dean leans against the wall and runs his hands through his hair.

Moving always stressed him out. Honestly he didn't know why it stressed him out still. He moved every year from ages 3 to 15. When his Uncle Bobby adopted him and his little brother Sam he thought things would change.

But no. It was a repeat of 12 years of his life.

"Um, you okay?" A female voice tore Dean from his thoughts.

Dean looks up to see a small, petite but tough looking blonde looking at him.

"Yeah," Dean nods, "Fine."

"Well, you don't look fine," the girl sighs and crosses her arms.

"Okay. I'm new and I'm lost. Do you know where room 213 is?" Admitting his predicament, Dean smiles sheepishly at her.

"Well, you're in luck. That happens to be the class I'm in right now," the girl smiles at Dean's thankful looks.

"I'll take you there," she turns around and starts walking, gesturing for Dean to follow her.

"Thank you so much," Dean walks after her. "My name is Dean by the way, Dean Winchester."

"Nice to meet you Dean Winchester. I'm Jo Harvelle."

Hi everyone! Thank you for reading. I hope it wasn't too awful.

My friend said I'm a good author and said I should do this idea for a fanfic. So, I guess this is me doing that. c:

Hope you liked it and continue reading. Please feel free to comment if you have any suggestions or ideas.

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