Author's note:

This story takes place in a small country of Croatia (go google it. Or don't. You don't have to take orders from me.)

It is co-written with Marionette008 (link to her profile can be found on my profile).

I told myself never to write OCs. Ha-ha. You will recognize some of the characters, but others are purely a product of our imagination.

Also, since we couldn't agree on the title, the title is by Fall Out Boy, Three Days Grace, Fall Out Boy again and The Beatles. Then we realized FanFiction can't handle all that awesomeness (i.e. the title was too long) so we shortened it a bit.

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First we were Young Volcanoes then I got Lost in You but This 'Aint a Scene it's a Goddamn Arms Race so get on with our Magical Mystery Tour

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On a sunny, April Monday morning, Dean woke up with a headache. He groaned; he couldn't wait for this hell to be over. Getting up for, yet another, day of torture the first thing he did was to stub his toe.

This day just keeps getting better and better, he thought. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and willed the pain away.

"Deeean!" a voice pierced through his ears, "Dean, are you ready yet? You need to drive me to school!"

He groaned again. ''I'm up, but not ready!'' he shouted. Gee, this kid is up before the birds are, Dean thought. He remembered the time when he was as enthusiastic about school as Sammy is today. Those days were long gone, though.

Moving over to the wardrobe, he sighed deeply. Mondays were the worst. He had worst subjects, worst teachers and the traffic was just unbearable. He threw on some pants and a green shirt. Running a hand through his hair, he pulled open the curtains and smiled brightly. Down at the parking lot was his baby. Standing sleek, black and proud. The '67 Chevy Impala.

Sammy was banging on his door now. "Dean, what do you think you're doing? I don't want to be late! I have Geography the first class and you know the teacher is strict!" Dean shuddered, God no, the Geography teacher. Her name was Inja, and if the gossips were true-which they probably were- she had a crush on Dean. Talk about inappropriate.

"Chill, Sam," What a teacher's pet that kid was. The best student in his generation and an editor of the school's newspaper.

He snapped open the door when Sam wouldn't quit banging against it. ''I said calm down; we still have, like, half an hour to get there. Don't get your nerdy knickers in a twist.''

His little brother huffed and rolled his eyes, his school bag already swung over one shoulder. "I'll just wait in the car," he said, grabbing the keys and hurrying off.

Dean glared at his lanky brother as he took off. He chuckled and went back to his room to get ready for another day of perdition. 10 minutes later, he found his brother on the passenger's seat, tapping the screen of his phone. Probably talking to that girl Jess again.

"Oh, look who finally decided to show up" Sam said when Dean slumped into the driver's seat.

"Can it, lover boy. We still have plenty of time," Dean said and turned the key. The Impala purred as it came to life. He ran a hand over the dashboard and smiled fondly.

"Would you two like some time alone?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow. Dean grumbled in response, and turned on the radio.

Sam groaned as the first tones of "Back in Black" screamed out of the speakers. Dean smiled; the kid could never stomach classic rock. They pulled out of the parking lot, and made their way towards the school.

Having reached their destination, Sam jumped out of the car and rushed over to another brown haired boy. The guy's name was Gabriel. They met only a few months ago, when Sam started his first year at high school, but they were quickly becoming best friends. Dean smiled, glad for his brother. His smile faltered quickly as a girl approached him.

"'Morning, Dean!" said Rose. Dean tried to bring back the smile. Rose was nice, he liked her, and she was a good friend. Friend. It seems like her brain couldn't quite comprehend that word and its meaning.

"Hey, Rose," Dean said and then nodded at the other girl, the one with long black hair on one side of the head and shaved on the other.

"Yo," was all that she, Alex, could muster. She averted her gaze. There was an awkward silence, and Dean cleared his throat, "'s there anything I can do for you on this fine morning?'' He asked with a slightly fake smile.

Alex produced an animalistic sound at the back of her throat. Rose just shook her head, blushing some more, embarrassed about her friend's behaviour. Sure, Dean was hot, but Rose never hoped for anything from him. She glared at Alex, "No, nothing. Thanks, uh-we have to go!"

She dragged Alex after her, but Alex turned around, smirking at him. Dean raised an eyebrow. She winked at him and in the next moment she was gone. Dean sighed. He really didn't know what he expected.

"Yeah, I'm just going to go now," he said to no one in particular and went to find his other classmates. He made his way to the front of the school where two of his closest friends were standing. They both smiled warmly as they saw him.

"Winchester!" The taller boy chirped.

"Charles, Dan. Always a pleasure.'' he smiled.

''Saw you got blocked by the dynamic duo,'' Chuck said.

Dean sighed, ''Yeah. They mean well, but they're weird.''

"Aren't we all a little weird?"

"No, seriously," Dan joined, "I thought I had a shot with Alex when we had those creepy eye contacts on the bus last year, but she could only keep talking about you."

"Let me get this straight," Chuck continued, "you did tell them you're gay, right?"

"Yeah, I did. Sadly, that doesn't stop them from ogling," Dean looked around to see where they were. He spotted them immediately, since they were accompanied by Mela and her bright green hair, and Gordana. They were another two of his classmates.

Charles laughed at Dean's face expression, "I feel you man."

Dan chuckled, "Not that I'm interested, but what's up with that Gordana?"

Gordana was always standing a few steps away from everyone else and kept acting weird in general. Friendly as Dean was, he tried to get to know Gordana a few times, but failed miserably. So he just shrugged off his friend's question.

"Beats me."

"Yeah, Dan, try not to wreck your brain over it." Charles smirked and Dan made a face.

"Guys, we need to get going," Dean reminded them and lead the way to the school. They had History the first period. Professor Michael was a cool guy and he really tried to make the class interesting. You could exactly see he is very passionate about it, but he didn't manage to transfer that passion to Dean.

"I see you're thrilled to have History." Charles said, as they entered the History classroom. Walls were covered with historical maps and posters. It seemed like some faint smell always lingered in this classroom and if you squinted really hard, you could see dust dancing in the air.

Dean grunted, "I just don't see the point of learning things that had already happened."

Dan sighed, "We learn it so we that we know what not to do in the future."

"Yeah, like I'd go and drop an atom bomb onto Hiro-what's-its-name," Dean replied.

Charles shook his head, ''Hiroshima, Dean, and that's not the point."

He looked at Dean's bored face, "I give up." He raised his hands up in surrender and Dan laughed.

"You know Dean, Historia est magistra vitae," Dan looked at him pointedly.

Dean groaned, "Great, we have Latin too."

"Latin's after lunch, you still have time to copy the homewo…" the bell cut off the rest of Dan's sentence. Dean sat in the last row with Dan, and Charles sat at the bench in front of them. Alex and Rose passed by them and sat at the far right side of the room, with Alex giggling the whole time and Rose biting her lip, trying to suppress the blush on her cheeks. Behind them, a tall guy whispered oh-not-so-quietly, "You two do realize Dean's gay, right?"

"We know. We just hope he changes his mind," Alex said dreamily.

"I mean," the guy, whose name was Goliath, pretended not to hear and continued his monologue, "Even if he didn't come out in front of everyone, I'd know. I recognize a gay person when I see one. Isn't that right, darling?"

He lovingly looked at the guy sitting next to him and put a hand on his thigh. The lanky blonde opened his mouth too say something, but Goliath was faster.

"David here didn't even know he's gay until I made him see it."

Rose chuckled, "You do know David can speak for himself."

David smirked as blush crept onto Goliath's cheeks.

"Thank you Rose, besides we saw him last summer making out with a guy. Where was it?" David looked at his boyfriend.

"Um, down by the old Castle?"

"'Yeah, that's the place."

Rose quirked a brow, "What were you two doing-" She was cut off by Alex's hand.

"Stop, we don't want to know!" Alex lifted her black glasses up her nose a little further. Just as Goliath was about to sass something back the professor entered the classroom.

"Good morning," a tall, dark haired man with astonishing facial features said.

"Good morning," the class chanted back and slowly fell quiet. Professor Michael cleared his throat.

"Class, I have some news for you." He saw puzzled expressions on their faces and continued, "A new student will be joining you for the rest of the year. He travelled all the way from Amsterdam and…"

Dean chuckled, "Who would trade Amsterdam for this place," he whispered to Dan.

"Mr. Winchester, please. As I was saying, I have the honour to present you your new classmate, Castiel Novak."

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A/N, again

Just to make it clear, Charles/Chuck isn't the Chuck from Supernatural.

All names and other similarities to real life people are purely coincidental. Except, of course, SPN characters. Which we don't own, by the way.

This fic is also posted on AO3, link on my profile.