Author's Note: Hello, darlings. This is my first stab at genderswap.. basically because I want more femslash in my life. Also , Dina is pronounced Dee-na or like Gina with a D. Please, enjoy.
Dina rolls her neck so her head lolls back and she's staring at the aging square ceiling tiles. Her long tawny ponytail brushes Charlie's desk behind her who promptly tugs it once and whispers, "Look alive, Winchester. She's on a war path today."
Smiling over shoulder, she checks back to see the teacher's still facing the blackboard writing while she drones on about religious influences on literature in the 19th century. Dina balances on the back two legs of her chair while trying to remember what's for lunch today. Burgers? God, she wouldn't be that lucky. Hopefully not tuna aga-
"Ms. Winchester." A clipped voice cuts into her thoughts. Dina quickly leans forward with an audible clank and sees she has the full attention of the class as well as one annoyed woman with a tight bun and no nonsense gray suit. Awesome.
"Ms. Naomi."
"That's Ms. Thatcher, Thank you."
"You're welcome," Dina says because she can't help it. "And I thought we were supposed to see you all as friends we could come to or whatever. I don't call my friends by their last names.. Naomi."
There's a heavy silence before Naomi clenches her jaw and points sharply at the door. "Out."
"Yeah, I'm going." Dina sighs and grabs her bag to throw over one shoulder. The class giggles nervously with that excitement that follows whenever someone's in trouble.
Dina takes a second to give Charlie a wink when she shakes her head up at her from her seat. As she turns back, Dina catches sight of a girl, few rows away, watching her steadily as she moves up her row. Her eyes have an intense dark focus with vibrant blue eyes that's distracting. She's someone Dina's never bothered to notice before. Not at the front with the eager beavers or the back with the slackers where she sits. Almost smack dab in the middle, blending in. She has dark almost black hair whacked short in a spiky pixie cut that leaves her neck bare to show off a string of pearls. Which is weird. Pearls?
Her eyes follow Dina which makes sense because most of the kids are watching her leave but with this one.. and then Dina almost falls on her ass when she trips over a backpack stuck out under a desk. Lucy's desk.
"Careful, Dina. Wouldn't wanna trip and fall into some girl's snatch."
"Bite me, Luce."
"Enough, Ms. Furr. Ms. Winchester, we're waiting." Thatcher holds the door open, pointedly.
Dina gives one last glance towards the middle of the class but the girl's head is bent down now and obscured by someone else. Then she's out the door and making the long walk to the Principal's Office.
She walks through the main office door and gets waved on by the secretary on the phone. Dina salutes with two fingers at her temple and keeps walking.
Principal Ellen Harvelle looks up from behind her desk. "Dina. Wish I could say it was a surprise."
She waits for her impromptu visitor to sit down and gestures with her hand to give it to her.
'"Nao- I mean Ms. Thatcher sent me. She got huffy for like seriously no reason."
"Look I know you've had it rough since your mama passed but missy, you're about outta breaks."
Dina clenches her jaw and slouches further into her chair.
The principal sighs and asks, "You heard from your father lately?"
"Not since Christmas."
He'd been a drunken mess then too. Which is why Dina was here, really. John Winchester could barely remember to feed himself let alone care for his adolescent children after his wife died in a sudden car crash over a year ago. So Dina was yanked out of public school and sent here to Lebanon's Christian Academy for Girls. Sam was sent to its sister school Eagle Heights' Christian Academy for Boys several blocks away. On campus living, education and meals provided.. like a freaking all inclusive vacation you couldn't come back from. Their father had said it was temporary.. for the best, but Dina was still bitter at her dad's weakness. They'd been hurting too but that didn't seem to matter.
"And your brother?"
"Sam's assimilating nicely." Dina's smile is tight. In truth, he seemed to find the classes interesting and it kinda irked her. Sam should be as pissed off at the injustice of their situation as she was. She hadn't seen him in a week. They were allowed out every other Saturday with a pass. Or if they were signed out by parents. Sometimes the schools organized joint events like dances or dinners but not often. After one of the Lebanon girls was discovered to be pregnant.. well it'd been a long time since the last dance after that
"Well it's not a prison, girl."
"So I should stop turning my bed on its side and doing chin ups?"
"Funny. You know, we're here to help if you'd let us."
"Thanks, Ma'am. 'Ppreciate it," Dina says, obligatorily but looks towards the door.
"Well, alright. Get outta here. And try not to tick off Thatcher again. That woman's wound tighter than-"
"Her bun?"
Ms. Harvelle twists her lips. "Don't help me."
"No, Ma'am."
The next day when Dina takes her seat, she spends a few seconds finding the cute little thing from yesterday. She was in the middle again in what looked like exactly the same seat, nose buried in a book. It wasn't their English text book or a bible. Squinting, she sees its Great Expectations. Her messy spikes were pinned back above on ear by a blue barrette. The only makeup she seemed to wear was black eyeliner softly framing those crazy blue eyes of hers that almost matched the little hair clip and studs in her ears. She wore pearls which didn't seem to go with the white button up blouse but looked oddly nice with the short hair ending below her ears and exposing so much of her neck..
Dina jumps when Charlie pops up over her shoulder. "Plannin' on taking another early exit, today?"
Eyes still on the girl, she says, "Anything's possible."
Ms Thatcher comes through the door and briskly assigns independent study before sitting behind her desk and holding her temples like she has a headache.
Dina pulls out a copy of The Hunger Games because it'll be a cold day in hell when she willingly reads a text book in class. She looks back to see Charlie already has out The Hobbit. Again.
When she turns back and catches little miss blue eyes staring at her, the girl quickly looks back to her book and slumps a bit in her seat.
Hmm.
Dina spends a few more minutes not reading a word before shifting her gaze to the right. Again she darts her eyes back to Dickens and keeps them there this time. Dina knows because she waits for her to turn her way again. It doesn't happen. For several minutes she makes every appearance of being engrossed in reading but then starts nibbling on a thumb nail. Dina smirks when she realizes it's been a while since she's turned a page.
When the bell rings, she grabs her books and little thigh length trenchcoat off the back of her chair and makes a beeline for the door without stopping to put it on. Dina's able to see for the first time that she's in a plaid gray skirt to her knees with white tights underneath and kitten heel black Mary Janes. Dear God, where had this girl been hiding?
When Charlie walks past her towards the door, Dina grabs her arm to hold her back.
"What's up, Winchester?"
"Hey, who's that?"
Charlie frowns and turns towards the door but she was already gone.
"Who's who?"
"The chick who sits a few rows over.. there? Kinda pixie cut with big blue eyes?"
"Oh. That's just Cas."
"Cas.." Dina tries it out. "Short for..?"
"Castiel."
"You're shitting me. Poor girl."
"Nope and I think maybe you should leave that one alone."
"Why? She could be the one. Make an honest woman outta me."
"Or you'll leave her in your trail of weepy school girls like the others."
Dina rolls her eyes.
"Besides she's kinda.. different. I don't know much about her, she's in Dory's dorm but I don't think she's gonna be your type."
"Maybe I can make her my type," Dean smiles with a suggestive eyebrow raise.
Charlie pats her on the cheek. "Yeah, good luck with that. Meetcha later for movies?"
"Yeah.. and hey when did it become 'Dory'? You and Dorothy becomin' a thing?
Charlie just shrugs, smiling big.
"Ugh well if I have to sit through you two being disgustingly lovey dovey all over each other then I'm pickin' Star Wars."
"A girl cannot live on A New Hope alone, ya know," she says before adding, "but Empire Strikes Back is on the table."
Dina shoves her hands in her jean pockets, casually surveying the halls of rushing adolescents on their way to the lunchroom. Heading that way and about to give up, she finally spots her. Outside in the courtyard, she's sitting on a stone bench with her fingers twisted in the pearls with her eyes shut tight. Her dark head's bent and brow furrowed in concentration.
Huh.
After a second, Dina approaches and sees her lips are moving silent and stead. Suddenly, this felt really awkward but she wanted to see her. Maybe talk to her if she'd stay still long enough. Dina sits at the other end of the bench only a foot away putting her palms down by her sides. While she waits, she focuses on getting a good look up close. Inky locks hang a little over her closed eyes. Smooth pale perfect skin and a sweet pink bowed mouth making breathy half-words. Dina's eyes trace her round cheek up to the shell of her ear with the little blue stone studs.
After another minute, she gasps and almost scoots off the bench when she sees her. Dina grabs her wrist to keep her from falling but her books tumble to the ground behind her.
"You ok there, Sugar?" Dina smirks with satisfaction at how much she affected her and hasn't bothered to let go but instead rubs a thumb over her pulse point.
"I …" she looks down at her wrist then back at Dina. "I'm fine. You just surprised me." When she slowly pulls her arm back, Dina lets her go. "Now, if you don't mind.." She closes her eyes and resolutely bows her head again. Her voice was lower than she expected but kinda sexy. Throaty. It made Dina wonder how it'd sound panting her name.
"And what are you praying so hard about, Cas?"
She opens her eyes at the use of her name but doesn't turn towards her. Dina scoots closer so her jean leg is almost touching her skirt.
"Impure thoughts?"
"What? No!" She crosses her arms looking flustered as she darts a prissy look at Dina before staring ahead again.
"It's okay. I saw you lookin'. I like lookin' at you too."
"Um…" Cas worries her bottom lip for a moment before bending to grab her books, her skirt twirling around her. Then she just strides away without another word or a backwards glance.
Dina lets out a disbelieving little laugh at Cas' abrupt departure. That usually didn't happen. Maybe she'd read her wrong.. and that'd be a real pity she thinks while watching the way her hips sway in that ridiculous plaid skirt. Dina thanked whatever God there might be that the school didn't enforce some kind of uniform. Give her jeans, converse and a tshirt any day but seeing the tempting sight Cas made.. she had to admit it had its merits.
Author's Note: Let me know if you're into reading more, my dears.