Author Note: By now, my mantra is 'I'm a serious writer…I'm a serious writer…' especially after writing Silence and having a guy with a turkey hat. (Silence is one of my other Ouran fics).

~CWA

Title: Not What You Think

Summary: Dean and Sam, along with their practically sister, Charlie, are on the hunt in Japan. However, the hunt lands them at Ouran Academy and Charlie has to pose as a student. It can't end well.
Rated: T
Genre: Friendship/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Ouran High School Host Club. I do not own nor claim Supernatural. I do own OC- Charlie Vixen. I do not own nor claim My Candy Love (it's mentioned, and brief appearancess but you don't have to know it).

Notes: Yes, it's the same OC from my My Candy Love/Supernatural fic called Huntress. No, you don't need to read that to understand. But for those of you that have read it (unlikely) this happens before the epilogue. Charlie's boyfriend is Castiel (From My Candy Love- a Dating Sims game) BEFORE THE ANGELS GET INVOVLED TO MUCH- In other words, it was still when their primary goal was to find yellow-eyes and before Castiel.

Prologue:

Charlie:
I kissed my boyfriend, Castiel, on the lips. His name was Castiel Noir and he was my boyfriend for about a year now. His sort-of long bright red hair and gray eyes were entrancing- and hell, I liked his style (leather jacket and all). I met him when I was seventeen at a hunt at his school the year before. It was hectic, but it worked out.

"Ehem," Sam faked cough and I glared. Sam sighed,
"You know Dean hates when you make out with him," he nodded to Castiel.
"I know," I smirked.

Sam and Dean were like my big brothers- my big, overprotective big brothers. My father, James, knew their father John and I briefly met them when I was really little. Still, fates crossed again and I met them again when I was fourteen and my father had been killed by a pack of werewolves. Considering the fact that I was already a good hunter and a great shot, they took me on the road with them. For four years I have been with them and I wouldn't trade my make-shirt family for the real thing anytime soon.

"Did you tell him yet," Sam asked gently. I sighed,
"I was about to," I nodded towards the door.

Sam took the hint and left.

"Tell me what."
I bit my lip and Castiel looked at me concerned. His gray eyes showed a lot of worry and his red hair fell slightly in front of his face. I pulled his black leather jacket- that he gave me- closer to my body.

"I…We're going to a trip to Japan…for a hunt."
"Like hell you are," Castiel protested, "why the hell….Japan!?"
"Trust me, cherry, I'm thrilled as you," I said sarcastically, "but…the thing is- it's the yellow eyed demon and apparently a few death omens or something."
"So….nothing good."
"Is anything good," I asked smirking. He flustered,
"That's not what I-….look…just…be careful, okay?"
He kissed me and I kissed him back.

"I will be, don't worry. I promise I will be back before you know it…look, I will even call you every night, deal?"
"Deal."

"So," I asked, "Do we know any hunters in Japan anyway?"
"Nope, but Bobby did say there was a family there that at least knew about hunters."
"Is that where we're staying," I asked hopefully.
"Yeah," Sam answered.
"Damn," Dean muttered, "they're just a bunch of rich bastards-"

Sam glared and Dean shut up,

"Bitch."
"Jerk."
I smiled at my brothers antics,
"So, what's the family?"

"The Haninozuka family and the Morinozuka family."

Dean whistled,
"And they're just going to help us out?"
"…Sort of….they did have a few conditions."
"Such as," I asked cautiously and I had a bad feeling in my gut.

"Well…Dean and I can't let people know we're staying there…as for you…"
"What about me?"
"….You have to go to the Ouran Academy as a transfer student."
"Talk about déjà vu," Dean muttered.
"The hell I am," I explained loudly and Sam sighed,
"Look, Char, there's not really a choice!"
"But why the hell do I gotta go to some stuck-up preppy school," I whined.
"They said to keep an eye out on their sons."
"Damn it," I muttered angrily, "just what the hell do we get out of it?"
"Besides a place tickets to Japan in the first place," Sam pointed out, "…they agreed to making us fake IDs and getting you a fake record at the school."
"Hot damn," Dean muttered as Sam handed us the tickets, "First Class here I come!"