(A/N: Hey guys. So, this is my first published Supernatural fic. And yeah, Destiel high school AU, aren't I so original? But I did try to make it different. So here are your warnings.
Pairings in this fic include one sided Lucifer/Sam and Michael/Dean. There is some slight Sassy (Cas/Sam). There will be definite Sabriel (Sam/Gabriel) but it will not be the fic's focus. And lastly, a big heaping dollop of Destiel (Dean/Cas).
Also something really important to the story: there are gender swaps. As in, main character gender swaps. As in, Dean-is-a-female gender swaps. Among other people as well. There are a few female characters who in this fic are male as well as males being fem-ified. It's not for the sake of "OMG homosexuality is icky let's make Dean a girl!" but more of exploring how much the characters personalities will change once their gender is switched. I don't know, I just thought it would be interesting.
Lastly, the characters do not have the same names as they do on the show. That would be too easy. I'm not just going to name fem!Dean Deanna and be done with it. No, it has to get complicated. You even have to search for most of the minor characters. However, try not to focus so much on figuring out who's who and just appreciate the story. Not every character is based off of a Canon. Only one teacher is based off of Canon actually, besides Crowley. Crowley is fucking special.
So, I hope you enjoy this little fanfic I made mostly for my own enjoyment and to just get some more writing experience. See ya next chapter!)
Chapter 1: Invisibility Trench Coat
The building stood tall, imposing, as the seemingly small boy walked towards it. His wide blue eyes stared up at the brick structure with a look of inquisitiveness and a slight tinge of fear. It was, of course, his first day at this new, country-renowned, private school. For eleven years, he had studied at a small Christian school. The school was tiny, the grade rarely exceeded fifteen students, and the grounds were in constant disrepair.
The school in front of him was the exact opposite of that school. The glass front doors were polished to a fine sheen, the brick was clean and sturdy, the concrete pillars free of gum and graffiti. The boy examined the sidewalk as he approached the building, five long, white buses lined up in front of the school dropping off students as well as the cars of parents. Cadillacs and Mercedes in a perfect line up to the three large double doors that marked the entrance. Four large pillars, each with a flower pot filled with carnations and roses, stood at attention as the students flowed, each adorned with their pristine uniforms and shining smiles. The boy felt out of place among the happiness and finery, but followed the flow of the students into the foyer of the school, Stella Academy.
The foyer was as grand as the outside of the school, he noted. In the middle of the floor was the school's seal, a large white winged bird with a fierce beak holding the globe in its talons, surrounded by the many stars of the universe. To his right stood the door to the office, where two kind secretaries chatted with equally happy parents. To the left stood the door to a teacher's lounge, he assumed, judging by the round tables and stove. Both walls were adorned with banners and shelves housing awards. His eyes flitted over the awards. He spotted golden basketballs next to awards regarding soccer and football; lacrosse and baseball. Cross country and track, hockey and volleyball, even swimming. The boy even spied some awards that seemed academic in nature.
The boy followed the throng through the building, past walls of small cube-like cubbies, expensive-looking wooden benches, and large polished doors that led to classrooms decorated with various learning-related paraphernalia. The students filed through large doors into a dark-wooded auditorium with red-velvet theater seats. The boy found a seat closer to the back without invading bad-kid territory, and attempted to make himself invisible. He removed his generic black backpack and placed it by his feet before hugging his tan trench coat closer to his form. Castiel was invisible to his peers.
More students entered the dimly lit room, taking their seats, but never sitting too close to Castiel. Most kids had gone to this school for their whole life, and knew everything about each other. To them, Castiel was strange, and even though he tried to seem invisible, he really tried, he still gained some strange looks from other students. He could actually tell old students from new students like himself – the old ones looked at him, the newer ones were nervous and sat in various areas around him, alone, while the veterans found their friends and took their seats, laughing and joking about their summers where they had undoubtedly gone to some island with beautiful white sand and true blue waters.
Once the teens found their seats, the lights dimmed even more, and a spotlight shown as a tall man stepped onto the stage. He wore a navy blue suit with the school's insignia on the breast; clean, polished dress shoes, gold cufflinks, and the same uniform tie the other boys wore – navy blue and red stripes. He was middle aged, his hair resembling pepper with its sprinkling of black, white, and grey. However, he still demanded authority with his strong grey eyes. The student quieted as he reached the microphone positioned in the center of the stage. Castiel noticed two more figures standing behind him, one a short, older female, the other a stout male.
"Welcome, students of Stella Academy. I am sure you are all looking forward to a wonderful school year here at the Academy."
Various noises of agreement and disapproval sounded throughout the large theater, along with a few giggles. The authoritative man set a disciplining glare in their general direction and the students quieted somewhat.
"I am Dr. Grant, your Principal, for those of you that do not know me. I would like to go over a few ground rules before I turn the ceremony over to Vice Principals Dorsey and Crowley," he gestured to the shadowed figures behind him.
"Firstly, I would like to remind you that at this school we do not have lockers. Lockers are very private and can house anything from untidy books to spoiled lunches to things such as firearms and illegal drugs. Thusly, we do not support the concept of a locker.
Instead, we provide our students with Unprotected Personal Storage Units, or UPSUs. It is your job to keep your UPSU tidy and be prepared for inspections from a Vice Principle or teacher. If you do have what is fondly referred to as an UPSUnami, where your books fall from the unit, and it is noticed by an authority that your organization is not up to par, you will receive a demerit."
A few students murmured to each other about how stupid they thought the UPSUs were as Castiel began to sweat. His belongings would not be protected? What if someone were to steal something?
"Our school is based on principles of Honor. We trust you to respect each other's property. If something is stolen from an UPSU, the student responsible will be subject to detention and possibly suspension. Do not be afraid to report stolen items to the administration," Dr. Grant continued, as if reading Castiel's mind. He relaxed slightly, but still felt a bit uneasy at the idea.
"Secondly, we share this campus with the Lower School and Middle School. A few of your classes will be in their buildings, and at times your will have the opportunity of volunteering in their classrooms. I ask that you exemplify your best behavior when transitioning to classes and set a good example to the younger students. They look up to you – so do not run in the halls or yell in the stairways. And under no circumstances do we tolerate any sort of harassment regarding the Middle or Lower schoolers." He glared at the back few rows, where a couple teens fidgeted in their seats. The steady hum of conversation in the room died down as the Principal stared down the back row.
Dr. Grant cleared his voice and tore his eyes away from the back row, and the whole auditorium seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Castiel absentmindedly wondered what had happened that made the Principal so angry.
"That is all I have to say at the moment. At this time I would like to turn the speeches over to Vice Principals Dorsey and Crowley. Have a fun, safe, and productive year." The Principal gave a smile that did not reach his eyes and exited the stage as the two Vice Principals stepped into the spotlight. The woman wore a light blue blazer and shirt, which reached her knees. Under the blazer she wore a simple white shirt, and she wore a pin that Castiel was almost sure depicted the school's crest. The lady was obviously old, her hair cut short, dyed platinum blonde, and sprayed into a strange gravity-defying hairstyle that even Castiel knew was a fashion disaster.
The man beside her did not seem as concerned with his age as she was. He wore a simple black suit with a white shirt and black tie, the same pin adorning his blazer. His dress shoes shone just as brightly as Dr. Grant's. Castiel took him to be the kind of man that enjoyed spending his time sitting in front of the fire sipping scotch, while Dr. Grant seemed to be the kind of man that was weary from staying up all night doing taxes.
The woman attempted to nonchalantly grab the microphone, but the man was too quick and snatched it from her with a slightly pleased smile ghosting over his features.
"Good mornin' ya little beasties," he said, his voice undeniably British. Or was it Scottish? Cas wondered. A few of the girls giggled at the greeting, while a group of seniors shouted "Crowley!" at an unnecessarily loud volume. Crowley waved his hands to calm them down. The woman behind him looked like she wanted to snap his neck, although it was pretty well concealed.
"As most o' ya already know, I'm Vice Principal Crowley. Ya can call me Crowley or 'VP' if you so wish," he stated, moving around the stage as he talked, seeming animated and keeping Castiel's attention fairly easily. "But I will not answer to 'Crowls' 'C-dawg' or 'King of the Hall', although that last one 's true. I catch ya meandering the hall without a pass and it's detention for ya!" he cackled. A few kids chuckled nervously.
"And I will never, ever, respond to 'Fergus'," Crowley narrowed his eyes and glared at a student in the left of the auditorium, who was laughing like a madman.
"If ya don't backtalk and stay outta trouble, we'll get along just fine," the man grinned, and it seemed more malicious than it should, Castiel thought. This Crowley could go either way, he could be a good guy that just acts sarcastic, or he could be a devil in disguise. Castiel hoped he never had to find out.
The other Vice Principle introduced herself as Dorsey. Castiel wasn't really able to catch anything else she said, over the din of teenagers chatting and the horrible drone of her voice. After her introduction, Crowley released the students to their first period classes and Castiel was caught up in the ocean of students.
(A/N – Well, first chapter. How'd it go? I decided to have the setting be in a private school rather than a typical public school, firstly because I've never been to public school and I'd probably get something wrong, and secondly because I think there's a lot more quirks involving private schools, and the social dynamics are a bit different.
Please review! I'd love to know what you guys think!)