AN: AU in which Sam has an unlikely encounter with a boy in his year at school, Sherlock Holmes. They form a friendship which leads to much more. How will they be accepted?
In this fic, Sam and Sherlock are 15 while Dean and John Watson are 17. I know this isn't accurate but I wanted Sam to be 15 and for Dean to be in school.
Warning: strong language and homophobia (for the case of the plot)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, TV shows or actors. I make no money from this fic.
"Class, I'd like you to meet you new classmate, Sam Winchester." Mr Hall introduced Sam to the class.
Sam stood awkwardly at the front of his new class clutching his bag. The classes eyes stared up and him in an intimidating manner. This was the sixth school he had been to in three months and it was starting to irritate him.
He shuffled through the class towards an empty seat next to a tall, lanky boy with brown curly hair and the most amazing eyes Sam had ever seen. The boy was huddled forward in his chair writing notes that looked complicated to Sam.
The boy looked up at him as Sam sat in the chair and smiled shyly holding out his hand.
"The name's Sherlock Holmes." The boy said in a deep voice and smiled when Sam shook his hand firmly.
"Sam Winchester," Sam introduced himself and pulled out his notepad and pencil case.
Sherlock turned back to his work and started rummaging in his bag. Sam frowned and leaned over slightly to see what Sherlock was doing.
Sam's eyebrows rose as he saw Sherlock pull out a small box with a few holes in it. Sherlock caught Sam staring at him and gasped slightly.
"Please don't tell anyone," He whispered to Sam.
"Why would I tell anyone?" Sam asked with a small frown on his face.
Sherlock smiled softly. "You're not like the others, Sam."
Sam blushed and smiled shyly. "So...what's in the box?"
Sherlock slid the lid off the top of the box just enough for Sam to peek through and see a rather fat frog at the bottom surrounded by different plants and a small bowl of water.
"I'm measuring the amount of saliva produced by frogs when they are taken out of their natural habitat." Sherlock whispered with a small smile on his lips.
Sam grinned appreciatively. "That's really cool."
A large hand suddenly swiped the box off the desk letting it fall to the floor and the lid to fall off. Sam and Sherlock both gasped and Sam shot a glare at the boy who was sniggering behind his hand as the frog jumped out and Sherlock scrambled around the floor.
Sam joined Sherlock in an attempt to catch the frog. The class burst out into a fit of laughter causing Mr Hall to look up from his marking.
"What is going on?" He questioned, getting to his feet.
"Sorry sir," Sherlock apologised and looked up. "I – my frog."
"It was me," Sam spoke confidently as he caught the frog in his hands and stood up. "I pushed the box onto the floor and knew Sherlock had the frog in it. I'm sorry."
Sherlock smiled gratefully as Sam passed him the frog.
"I expected better behaviour from the pair of you," Mr Hall snapped. "Sherlock, put the frog back outside and you will both join me here after school for detention."
Sam bit his lip and nodded, aware of the sniggering around him. Sherlock had walked toward the window and leaned out carefully placing the frog on the ledge.
The bell went and everyone packed their stuff away.
"Sam?" Mr Hall asked as everyone filed outside. "Can I speak to you please?"
Sam nodded and stood in front of the desk wringing his hands nervously.
"Look," he sighed. "It wasn't Sherlock's fault. I caused it so you should just give me a detention."
"Sam," Mr Hall held a hand up silencing him. "I know that it wasn't either of you but Sherlock has been told not to experiment on animals in school. I'm asking you to join because I think some interaction between you and Sherlock would be a good thing. As I'm aware..." he dropped his voice. "He doesn't have any friends."
Sam swallowed and licked his lips. He said goodbye to his new teacher and headed outside to his next lesson. He was pleasantly surprised to see Sherlock stood waiting for him.
"Thanks for doing that," Sherlock smiled. "You didn't have to."
"Those guys were jerks," Sam shrugged. "I just needed to show them that they can't just walk all over you."
"You don't seem at all freaked out by me." Sherlock stated looking almost confused.
"Why would I?" Sam asked.
"Everyone here thinks I'm a freak." Sherlock looked at the floor; his dark curls falling over his face.
"Hey," Sam grinned putting a hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "I've always been known as a freak but you learn to live with it."
Sherlock nodded, smiling softly. "We better get to class."
Sam and Sherlock were both happy to discover that they had all of their lessons together. Sherlock helped Sam by explaining what they had been doing in each lesson. When lunch came around, they both headed down to the cafeteria and both picked out the same meals; chicken salad, strawberry jelly, an apple and orange juice.
They hadn't been eating long when Sam's older brother, the infamous Dean Winchester, came over to ruffle Sam's hair and eat his jelly.
"Dude, get your own food!" Sam laughed batting Dean's hand away.
"I would," Dean began, "if I didn't have a younger brother who I could steal food from."
"Jerk," Sam grumbled around a mouthful of chicken salad.
"Bitch," Dean chuckled and messed Sam's hair up just to further annoy his kid brother. "So...who's your friend?"
"This is Sherlock," Sam introduced his new friend and brother.
Sherlock smiled as Dean shook his hand.
"Well...it sounds like you've had a good morning." Dean muttered glumly.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked picking up on his brother's tone of voice.
"Just some dick in most of my classes who can't shut his god damn face when I ask him to,"
Sam bit his lip anxiously hoping that Sherlock wasn't going to be frightened of Dean. He could be terrifying when he wanted to.
"Who is it?" Sam asked curiously.
"John freaking Watson," Dean snapped, "World's biggest douche. I swear, if he doesn't lay off, I will beat him within an inch of his life."
Sherlock swallowed nervously hearing John's name. Dean turned to Sherlock.
"Do you know that dick bag?" He asked.
"Yeah," Sherlock choked. "He's my ex-boyfriend."
"Oh," Dean said shocked. "Well…better look next time, hey?"
"Dean," Sam hissed, glaring at his older brother.
"It's okay," Sherlock said quietly. "He never used to be such a jerk."
The boys fell into an awkward silence and Dean soon left.
"I'm sorry about my brother," Sam apologised. "He never knows when to stop talking."
Sherlock laughed softly. "I know the feeling. I have an older brother too."
"Really?" Sam grinned.
"Yeah," Sherlock said. "He's studying at Cambridge in England. He wants to be part of the British Government."
"What do you want to do?" Sam asked in a curious manner.
"I'm not too sure yet," Sherlock answered and slid his plate across the table, "Maybe a scientist or a detective. They seem interesting. What about you?"
"Well, some of my teachers have suggested writing but I have to go into the family business." Sam explained with a slight frown on his face.
"And what's that?" Sherlock asked looking at Sam.
"Err…" Sam bit his lip. "He's a mechanic."
Sherlock nodded slowly knowing that Sam was lying to him. He couldn't think of why that would be. What was so bad about it that Sam wouldn't tell him?
"Okay," He said softly and the pair picked up their plates and trays.
They put them on the side and walked out side by side. Suddenly, Sam walked straight into a boy a few inches taller than himself.
"Sorry," Sam apologised at the boy who was leering down at him.
"Watch where you're going, shithead." The boy snapped.
Sam's eyes widened and he felt Sherlock get a strong grip on his arm in an attempt to pull him away.
"Oh," The boy snarled with a wide grin on his face. "So, you're friends with the freak here. Better be careful of him, kid. He might wanna get in your pants."
"Let's go, Sam." Sherlock whispered in Sam's ear and continued to tug at his arm.
Sam glared at the boy before letting Sherlock lead him away.
"Who was that?" Sam asked.
"John," Sherlock told Sam quietly. "John Watson; my ex."
"You went out with that douchebag?" Sam shouted in shock.
"Sam," Sherlock hissed. "Shut up. It ended the other week. Just leave it, okay?"
Sam nodded and he and Sherlock headed off to their next lesson together in silence.
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