Disclaimer: I do not own Skins, or any other book, movie, or TV series referenced in this fic. This is purely for fun, and oh how fun it is!

AN: Hello. So this is my new Supernatural Fic. It's got everyone in it but I'm pairing of Keffy and of course my otp Naomily. I've had so much fun jotting this down in my notebook and I really hope you all like it. Let me know what you think. Cheers.

Cook

"So we both know why you're here, Mr. Cook, but what I can't put my finger on is how two dozen people turned up dead without even being touched. Autopsies can't determine cause of death in any of the victims, but a few witnesses say that you and Mrs. Stonem were somehow involved. How is that?" This fat fucker just keeps repeating himself. It's not my fault if he don't believe me, is it?

"Look, mate, I already told you me story. I can't help it if you're too thick to take me seriously." I'm bored of this bollocks; perhaps I'll just show him…

"Why don't you say it once more." He says to me and I chuckle. That smirks gonna disappear real quick, innit?

"Well you see, officer, I'm what your government scientists would call a Faige. Don't ask me how they came up with that shit, but at least now we're communicating." Despite this bloke's insistence that the existence of supernatural anything is bollocks, I still caught the glint of fear in his eyes. "In our community, we're sometimes deemed these precious little nicknames that complement our abilities. They call me 'The Card Stealer'. See you normal folk are a lot more fragile than you think. You've got something called a life force. We have one too, mind, but yours is much easier to manipulate. I call them cards, because that's what they are; but on someone who still has theirs it would look more like a tattoo. If you could see it, that is. But only I can do that. Yours, for example, is positioned right there on the side of your neck." I point to it and he clutches at the spot. His fear is unmistakeable now and I'm basking in it. "I can take it whenever I want. I can't kill you by myself, though; I need Eff for that. But…" I hold out my hand and his card jumps into it. I twirl it in my fingers. His eyes gloss over and his head lolls to the side. He can't hear me anymore but I'm having fun, so I continue. "I can make you do whatever I want. Like, unlock the door, for instance." He does just that. "or, take me to Effy." He leads me down a narrow hallway and opens the door to a high security holding cell. She smiles at me and I return it. "Maximum security… Couldn't keep your wind under control, then, Eff?" I knew she wouldn't. She kills me with her adorable pout.

"I thought everyone liked a light breeze." She says and I beam at her.

"I know I do, Princess." I say, "Why don't you show this gentleman how lovely the breeze can be?" I shove him to his knees and Effy grins wickedly. I hold up his card between two fingers and then toss it towards her like a Frisbee disk. I watch as her icy breath makes its way towards the card. It stops in mid-air and freezes over before falling to the ground and shattering like glass. The man at my feet falls forward, stone-cold dead. I watch him fall and then grin back at my favourite girl.

"Pub?" I ask her.

"Sure." She says, as always, sounding completely disinterested. I grin at her.

"Tipsy topsy, Princess. Let's go fucking mental!" I howl at the top of my voice as I wrap my arm round her shoulders.

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Naomi

I'm sitting on a set of bleachers in the courtyard of my new 'school'. Apparently freaks like us can't go to college like normal teenagers. So as soon as the government gets wind of us, they ship us off to a boarding school in the middle of the countryside. Apparently the school's director has some sort of electrical shield around the place, keeping any normal people from entering the grounds. I laughed when I got my pamphlet in the mail. "It's like Hogwarts!" I had told my Mum. She just rolled her eyes and told me to finish my supper.

I pull the large necklace from under my shirt and inspect the pendant. The necklace came in the mail with the pamphlet. It said it was like our access key, all the students got one. With the necklace on we could cross the electrical shield and enter the grounds. The pamphlet said we should never take it off if we were on or anywhere near the grounds unless we want to get 'barbequed'. I tuck my necklace back under my shirt and look around. The bleachers are filled with people now and there is a man and a woman standing in front of us all. They are looking off to the side, in the direction of a small group that hasn't taken their seats yet.

"Right." The woman says, loudly, trying to get their attention, "We're starting. Please take your seats!" A couple of them sit down but the rest continue goofing around as if they haven't heard her. The man standing next to her raises a megaphone to his mouth.

"Pay attention, look, you!" He shouts into it. The group separates to reveal a boy with long dark hair and tanned skin floating on what looks to be a ball of air. He floats his way over to the woman as the rest of the group sits down. The boy extends his hand.

"Freddie." He says, introducing himself. She flashes him a smile that looks more like a sneer.

"Yes, that's very cute, young man. But this is a special education facility, not a primary school. I don't know exactly how old you are but you're certainly old enough to follow instruction. Now sit!" She points towards the bleachers. The boy now known as Freddie shrugs his shoulders and shoots himself into the air, landing in an empty seat at the back of the bleachers. I roll my eyes at him. School hasn't even started yet and already we have some arrogant prick who thinks he's God's gift.

"Alright." The woman standing before us all says, "I'm Harriet and I will be your God for the next year. Whatever I tell you, you will bloody do it, is that clear?" She waits for a response and receives an incoherent muttering from the crowd. "Now, in order to get you all registered, we have to find out what your abilities are. So Dough, here, will call your name and when he does you will come forward, do a demonstration, and return to your seats, Doug?"

The man with the megaphone steps forward again. This time he's holding up a clipboard.

"Frederick McClair" he says. The dark haired boy gets to his feet and extends his arms out to his sides. But before he has a chance to show off again, Doug holds up his hand. "We've already seen what you can do, hot shot, have a seat." Freddie frowns but shrugs his shoulders and sits back down.

"Pandora Moon" Doug says. A short blonde girl with a very loud outfit gets to her feet. A second later she has vanished. Everyone is looking around for her until she reappears next to Doug. He jumps back and she smiles at him. She looks around for a moment and her eyes set on a bench a few feet away. She pops over to it and proceeds to squeeze herself through the cracks in the wood. She looks as if she's turned to liquid. She stands next to the bench and smiles at Doug again before popping herself to her seat just as she did before.

"Very good," Doug says, smiling, "Jonah Jeremiah Jones" A curly haired boy with a goofy smile gets to his feet. He waves a Doug.

"JJ," he says, "Hello!" Doug nods and JJ starts to look around. His eyes fall onto a golf cart parked against the side of the building. He stares at it, hard, and electrical surges shoot from around him, throwing him to the ground. Doug rushes over to him and pulls something out of his pocket. He helps JJ to his feet.

"Terribly sorry, young chap. It's the shield. They didn't tell me we had one like you this year. Here you go, best keep this on." He hands JJ another necklace, similar to the one already around his neck. JJ put it on and smiles awkwardly at Doug.

"Quite alright," he says, "Out of roughly two thousand students, the likelihood that you would have heard of me specifically is very slim. Although perhaps my mother should have called in advance; or maybe I should have considered…"

"JJ!" The boy, Freddie, shouts at him from his seat on the bleachers. JJ shook his head, violently, and looked at him.

"Right, sorry, locked on." He said and he trained his eyes onto the golf cart again. This time the engine started and it began to drive around the courtyard on its own accord. JJ was grinning broadly. He then switched his gaze to Doug's megaphone and began speaking. And although he was nowhere near it, his voice echoed loudly through the machine. "I am JJ, the robo king!" he was saying, "Hide your electronics! For if you do not they will be at my will!" I laughed loudly at that. Fuck me, this kid was nerdy. JJ then sent the golfcart back to its place and took his seat.

Doug took a few seconds to inspect his megaphone before calling the next name. There was a boy named Thomas with super speed; a girl named Sophia who told us exactly what her mother was doing even though she was hundreds of miles away, and then rang her to prove it. She also told Dough his entire life story up to the day. There were kids who could create something out of nothing, kids who could make themselves invisible, and even one kid who could shape-shift into any animal he wanted.

But there was one girl who stood out to me. Her abilities were fucking awesome but that not what caught my eye. It was her smile. Her name was Emily Fitch and I don't think I could forget that name if I tried. She's absolutely gorgeous with short red hair and chocolate brown eyes. And she can manipulate water. For her demonstration she pulled the rain right out of the clouds and held it all above us like a giant umbrella. Then she collected it all into a ball and sent it rolling into a nearby field. There she let it fall to create an enormous puddle.

Throughout her whole demonstration she had the most brilliant smile on her face and when she was done her eyes met mine. I looked away as quickly as I could because the feeling in my chest was one I had never felt before and I didn't know what would happen. Doug called my name next and I stood up, ignoring the sniggers from most of the other students.

"Actually, Doug, I know it's a requirement but I'd really rather not." I told him.

"And why not, Miss Campbell?" he asked, making it clear with his tone that he was asking purely out of curiosity and wasn't going to let me skip my demonstration.

"Well because it's not exactly pleasant and I'd rather not use it unless I have to." I explained. He nodded understandingly but said anyway,

"Well I'm afraid, Naomi, that you do have to." I sighed deeply before nodding and walking up to him.

"When I said unpleasant, by the way, I meant for you, not me." I clarified. He gulped audibly and held his megaphone up to his mouth.

"Would anyone like to volunteer to assist Miss Campbell with her demonstration?" he asked the student body. I rolled my eyes. Of course the twat would rather one of us take it than him. I felt actual physical pain when I saw Emily stand up.

"I'll do it." She said. I opened my mouth to protest but Doug cut me off.

"Very well, then." He said. I sighed heavily again as Emily approached me with her brilliant smile. She wouldn't be smiling if she knew what I was about to do to her. Her smile fell when she saw that I wasn't returning it.

"I'm sorry." I told her, and I looked deeply into her eyes. Within seconds the brilliant, chocolate brown turned white and the skin around her eyes burned a violent red. The fear on her face was heart breaking. She fell to the ground, whimpering, begging me to stop. A tear escaped my eye as I broke the gaze. She lay on the ground breathing heavily and I looked, sadly, down at her. I held out my hand to help her up.

"I'm so sorry." I told her again. She took several more deep breaths and forced a weak smile.

"You weren't kidding!" she said with a dark chuckle. I shook my head, sadly.

"No, I wasn't." I said, "I don't even want to know what you saw." She looked confused.

"You mean you didn't-"

"No," I interrupted her, "They're your fears. I just make them feel real." She shook her head disbelievingly but then gave me a genuine smile.

"You're bloody scary, Campbell!" She told me. I chuckled at that.

"So I've been told."

Doug cleared his throat to get our attention and sent us back to our seats.

"Right, everyone!" He said, for once not using his megaphone as he addressed us, "Please queue up in an orderly fashion and see Harriett for your rooming assignments."

Once I had my room key, I set off about the campus in search of my temporary home. I found my room on the second floor of the girls' dormitories and was surprised to find all of my belongings already stacked at the foot of one to the beds. A second later the vanishing girl, Pandora, appeared at the open door.

"Hi! I'm Panda! I'm next door!" she shrieked excitedly as she let herself in, "Bugger! I wonder who your roomie is. This is gonna be brill!" She looked around once more before skipping off down the hall leaving me to stare wide eyed at the empty space she left behind.

"Jesus." I said to myself. I looked at the pile of things beneath the other bed and wondered who I'll be bunking with. I got my answer a few moments later when a fiery haired, chocolate eyed girl appeared in the doorway.

"Well I'll be damned." She said, grinning at me.

AN: Ok, So who's mad at me for making Cook the bad guy? Sorry, but it had to be someone and well, honestly, he was perfect for the role!