[notes]

I am so excited to be starting this :)

I know there are already a few SuperWhoLock High stories out there, so I'd like to remind anyone who doesn't know that I didn't come up with this idea. A lot of the SWLH stories are unfinished, so that's why I thought I'd start a new one :)

I would like to apologize for the lack of the Sherlock characters in the first few chapters.

Also I should mention I've only seen the first 2 seasons of supernatural. I know a lot about Castiel from my friends, but I had to do a lot of research to start off xD I am also really bad at writing for Castiel, so if you've got any advice, please tell me!

Also how about we don't question how the Impala got to Wales...

I hope you enjoy!

Warning: The 'Rory is the Master' theory will be used in this story. [Even though the show disproved it, I liked it and I'll be using it!]

American Vocabulary I will never use again to know:

Freshman = Grade 9

Sophomore = Grade 10

Junior = Grade 11

Senior = Grade 12

Chapter One: New Beginnings

Sam jumped out of the Impala. "I can't believe we're here!" he exclaimed. Sam and his older brother Dean had just arrived at Trenzalore High. "I mean, London would have been way cooler, but I hear Cardiff is awesome too!"

Dean turned his car off and unloaded the trunk, throwing Sam his bags. "Calm down Sam, we aren't even registered yet." Dean tried to seem uninterested in moving again, but he did have to admit he was a little excited to be in the U.K. He and Sam were sent here by their father, who was too busy to work to take care of them. Dean sighed thinking about this.

He was happy that Sam was happy. That's all that was important. He would do his best to make sure Sam had a great and awesome time here. Maybe he'd even get Sam to hook up with someone.

Dean looked around the campus. To his left there was a large apartment-like building, which he assumed was where the students lived. To his right was a large castle-like building, buzzing with students. Assuming by the size, that was the school. In between the two areas was a huge green field, covered in picnic tables and students hanging out.

With the amount of students here, maybe he could make a friend too. Maybe.

"Dean, come on!" Sam yelled already walking to the administrative office. Dean pulled his stuff out of the trunk and slammed it shut.

Dean made his way over to Sam.

Inside, there was another boy sitting down, waiting for the assistant to return. He looked about Sam's age. He had long (but not as long as Sammy's) hair, curved so that it ended up in his face. He was already dressed in the school uniform, a white shirt with a black tie, and long black pants. The boy was staring at the space in front of him, clearly in deep thought. He looked sad and tired. He wondered what happened to him.

Dean was about to say something when Sam rushed over and sat beside him.

"Hi, I'm Sam Winchester! I'm guessing you're new here too?" Sam said, way too enthusiastically.

"Yeah." Immediately the boy put on a smile, "I'm the Doctor! It's nice to meet you Sam!" The Doctor looked at Dean's direction. "And who are you?"

Sam spoke for Dean, excited to already make a new friend. "That's Dean, my older brother."

Dean glared at the Doctor. "Why do you call yourself the Doctor?" he asked.

The Doctor realized that Dean didn't seem to like him very much. "It's just a nickname. Everyone calls me that." he replied, his smile returning.

Dean didn't seem impressed. The Doctor seemed nice, but that's not what Dean was annoyed by. It was obvious to him that the Doctor was almost lying through every word he spoke. Not about what he was saying, but how he felt about it.

Couldn't Sam tell that this boy wasn't happy?

Apparently not, as Sam and the Doctor sprung into a full-blown conversation.

"Looks like Sammy will be fine without me." he realized

A few minutes later, the administrative assistant return. "Oh! You must be the three new boys. Another one was here earlier. You met him earlier." she nodded to the Doctor.

"Alright, if you three could all sign here…" she handed the three boys each a paper and pen. All three quickly returned their papers. Dean glanced at the Doctor's sheet. His registered name was The Doctor. "It was more than a nickname, then."

Dean didn't bother to ask; He didn't want to get Sam's new friend mad.

Sam and the Doctor walked off to their rooms, returning to their conversation, while Dean just left his bags in the office for a moment. He walked outside to a bench, and started to watch all the students playing. "Sam is going to love it here," he reminded himself.

"Well I guess this is the time I go and try to make a friend." he mumbled to himself.

He quickly scanned the crowd. A girl with fiery red hair caught his attention, talking to a group of friends. She was dressed in the girls uniform, white blouse, black tie, and black shirt. She had rolled her skirt up extremely high. "She looks pretty cute," he thought.

She noticed that he was coming in her direction and left her friends.

"Hi there." Dean said, smiling.

"Amel- Amy, Amy Pond." she replied, in a thick Scottish accent. "You must be one of the new boys. I'm guessing you're Dean?"

"Dean Winchester, yep."

"I'm guessing you've met the Doctor then?"

Dean's smile partially faded remember the sad boy. "Yeah, he went to go show my brother his room."

"You don't seem to like him very much." she noted.

"Not really."

Amy laughed, and slowly Dean realized something. "He's your friend, isn't he."

Amy nodded and laughed.

Dean felt really stupid now. He tried to change the topic. "So what are you, junior?" he asked, with his hopes up high.

"Freshman." Dean looked disappointed. Amy noticed this. "For your information, American boy, I have a boyfriend."

Dean looked even more disappointed. "Who's the lucky man?"

"Rory." she replied, and she ran off to go join her friends.

"Dammit, of course she's taken," he mumbled to himself. Was Rory the Doctor's real name? Probably was. He wondered if he should tell her later about the Doctor being upset, she should know if they were dating. He decided to keep to himself though.

"Are you Dean Winchester?" a deep voice asked behind him.

Dean jumped, and turned around, "Wow dude, you scared the cr-' Dean remembered he's supposed to watch his language here. "you scared me to death." he finished. He turned around and looked at the guy. He was slighting shorter then he was. He was wearing the normal school uniform, but was also wearing a long trench coat. Weird. Dean looked up, and almost jump backed. This guys eyes were piercing through his mind. There blue, really blue. Dean closed his eyes, trying to get image of his eyes out of his head.

"Yeah, I'm Dean." he finally replied.

"As our grade elective I have been directed to help you access your new room." he said, his face emotionless.

"Right… what's your name?"

"Castiel."

Castiel. What a weird name. Who names their kid Castiel?

"Alright than Cas, thanks."

Castiel glared at Dean. "Do not abbreviate my name." he ordered.

"This guy really needs to loosen up." he thought. But with the tiny morals he had for himself he didn't say anything.

Dean followed Castiel to his room. After a 5 minute silent walk, he was there. Room 225A. Dean was guessing due to his formality Castiel was from a strict Christian family. It was a partial guess, but he's good at reading people. Dean also learnt that how the rooming works. Freshmen were on the first floor. The Sophomores were split, some on the first, some on the second. Then Juniors on the second. Each floor had 26 rooms on each side, labeled A and B. Seniors had their own building somewhere else.

"Thanks." Dean said coldly, tired of Castiel's distant attitude. He went into is room, and shut the door.

This was going to be a long year.