When Boredom Attacks
Supernatural…HIGH SCHOOL EDITION
Chapter One:
Wait…does he actually GO here?
Andrea's 1967 Triumph Spitfire pulled smoothly into the school parking lot, the cherry red paint job glinting brilliantly in the late September sun. It was only after parking and stepping out of her convertible that Andrea (or, as her friends called her, Andie) counted only two of the three cars of her friends, a classic Mustang, painted glossy red similar to Andie's own car, and a Toyota pickup, belonging to Alex. Only Miranda's black 1969 Camaro was missing. Understandable, since it was Tuesday, and Miranda rarely drove over 40 unless she'd consumed an entire pot of coffee. Past noon, however, she was a speed freak, and a threat to pedestrians everywhere.
Smoothing her dark blue plaid skirt, Andie made her way into school, bee lining towards the second floor hallway, lined by benches routinely preoccupied by her and her 'clique' in the morning. Sure enough, two (now three) out of the four were sitting on the benches, each in identical outfits. Their school required uniforms, but were pretty lax about other things. The blue plaid skirt, white blouse, blue vest and navy blazer were mandatory, but the shoes were a personal choice, along with jewelry, makeup etc. Andrea, for instance, chose Converse, each day bringing a different color. Nicole preferred stilettos, also changing each day, but by height and style. Alex, the shortest of the group, usually preferred combat boots or runners.
Swinging her Nightmare before Christmas backpack on a vacant bench spot, Andrea began swinging her upper body, cracking her back.
"How was dance last night?" she asked Nicole.
"Exhausting. How was doing absolutely nothing?"
Andrea merely shrugged, pulling a water bottle from her backpack and taking a sip.
"Did you see Miranda on the way here?" Nicole asked as she reapplied her red lipstick with a small, compact mirror. Andrea just shook her head, but it was Alex who responded.
"I think I saw her. It's hard to tell sometimes. The most I recognized was the giant black sunglasses and to-go cup."
"Yep, sounds like her." Nicole said, storing her cosmetics back in her bag.
"Oh! I just remembered! The house on my street sold, and these guys moved in that are about our age." Alex said suddenly, her knitting momentarily forgotten.
"Oh yay, new kids." Andrea said with little enthusiasm.
She hated Tuesdays. It should be illegal to have to get up this early on Tuesday. Monday's aren't so bad, and by Wednesday, you're on a roll to the weekend. But Tuesdays…God forsaken Tuesdays.
Driving down the road towards her school, Miranda adjusted the volume, keeping the rock music playing at a comfortable (read; blaringly loud) tone.
While pulling into the school parking lot, she accidently cut off some car. Nice car too, a Chevy Impala by the looks of it. Black, like her Camaro, and a classic too. But hey, it wasn't her fault that this guy had a lead foot when it came to the gas pedal.
Pulling roughly into a parking space, Miranda sent a silent apology to her baby for enduring the torture of her driving before grabbing her messenger bag and to-go cup, still half full of sweet, black coffee, and grabbed her iPod, immediately turning it on, tuning the world out like always.
"You both got your schedules, right?"
Both Adam and Sam shared an annoyed eye roll. While Dean acted like some rebel-without-a-cause, it was once-a-older-brother-always-a-older-brother with him.
"Yes, for the third time today." Adam replied, a bit more attitude than necessary in his voice.
"Hey, I just don't want to have to save your ass when you get all lost and confused 'cause you forgot where – sonofabitch."
The breaks screeched momentarily as a jet-black Camaro pulled a sharp turn, cutting Dean off from turning into the school parking lot. Collecting himself quickly, Dean followed the Camaro, glaring menacingly. Sam had the wild urge to laugh, but he figured that would end very badly. A glance in the rearview mirror told him that Adam had the same idea.
While Sam and Dean were full blood brothers, Adam was only their half brother. Dean was a year older then Sam, and Sam was only six months older than Adam.
The Winchester brother's family was a depressing and messy story. After Sam was born, their parents, Mary and John, just couldn't make it work anymore. So, after Mary kicked him out, John met up with Kate Milligan, his official Rebound Woman.
Unfortunately, he also wound up with Rebound Kid, namely, Adam.
Everything seemed calm, until, when Sam was seven and Dean was eight, Mary died suddenly, leaving John as their only living parent.
Then, when Kate died six months ago, things got really messy. After taking Adam in, John decided that a fresh start was in order, so they moved to a smaller town. Sam and Dean were a little less than surprised to hear that they had a brother. Adam, on the other hand, was having a harder time adjusting to a new family and new town.
As they pulled into a vacant parking spot, Sam looked over at the Camaro menace, only to see a girl, about sixteen, with light brown hair in loose waves around her shoulders, big black sunglasses covering most of her face, and a coffee cup clutched in her hand, stepping out. Sam shook his head, and then looked over at Dean, who had also spotted her, and clearly wasn't sure if he should stay mad or try to hit on her.
"Com'on, you're gonna be late." He finally said roughly, exiting the car.
"Moorning." Miranda announced once she reached their morning rendezvous spot. She'd taken her sunglasses off, leaving her hazel-green eyes vulnerable to the florescent lights of the school. Nicole and Alex smiled and said hello in response, but Andrea was skimming a new schedule she'd received.
"I got switched into a senior Math and English class." Andie said, her blue-grey eyes staring up at the ceiling vacantly through her red-framed glasses. "I don't know whether to be happy or concerned."
Alex looked confused. "Why would you be concerned?"
"Homework or the amount of it."
"You don't do anything after school!" protested Miranda.
"I sleep! I don't sleep at night, I sleep after school."
Their argument was cut short by the bell, and the four girls went off in their separate ways.
While the senior math class was full of, well, seniors, Andrea didn't feel intimidated. Instead, she strolled in, and took a seat next to some kid she'd never noticed before. He was tall, with tousled, brown hair, and blue eyes that seemed to advert from everyone and everything.
"Hi." Andrea said casually, not wanting to spend the entire semester in an awkward silence. The boy turned to her, and then cocked his head slightly, like he was studying her.
"What are you doing in a senior class?" He asked. He didn't ask it like most of the other guys would, in a teasing, condescending manner. It was simply a question – what was a junior doing in a senior class?
"I got moved up a class, 'cause I'm smart like that.". Much like the tone the boy next to her used, Andrea's statement wasn't vain or prideful. It was simply a statement.
The boy simply nodded, before returning to starring straight at the chalkboard.
"I'm Andrea."
He boy gave her a nervous sideways glance before responding.
"I'm Castiel."
Andrea looked confused for a second, and then shrugged at the unusual name.
"I'm calling you Cas."
Now it was Cas' turn to look confused.
"Why?"
"Ummm…nickname?" Andrea asked. Cas only blinked a couple times.
It was going to be a long semester.
While Andrea relaxed in her seat, still waiting for the teacher to actually arrive, Castiel silently studied her. Her slight frame looked quite attractive in her school uniform. Her hair, on the other hand, confused him. It was clearly blonde, but the ends were a dark, almost black color. Her eyes looked over at him, and she gave a small, if not confused smile.
Cas then figured he should stop staring at her.
"There's a creepy kid in my math class."
Miranda stopped, taking a moment to consider the random comment from her friend.
"Creepy like, you-creepy or potential-psycho-killer creepy?"
"Me-creepy." Andrea replied, setting her tray down on the cafeteria table. Miranda gave a small smile in humor at Andrea complete lack of defensiveness towards her strange antics.
"So who's the creeper?" Nicole promptly asked, tying her blonde hair back. Andrea gave a brief glance around the cafeteria, before nodding towards the tables near the window.
"Him, guy with black hair. He's sitting with the new kids."
All three girls, including Alex, whom had just arrived, full on turned and stared, not really giving a damn about being discrete.
"Are you sure he goes here?" Miranda asked, craning her neck for a better look.
"Of course he goes here! His name was on the attendance sheet." Andrea said, picking at her sandwich.
"Really? I've never seen him before." Nicole said.
Andrea shrugged.
"His name's Castiel. I call him Cas."
"Castiel? That's…kind of a weird name." Alex said.
"Hence the nickname."
Nicole's gaze had shifted from the just-discovered-Cas to the three guys he was sitting with. They mostly looked the same, though one was older, and another had darker hair then the other two, but something told Nicole that they were definitely related.
The taller, dark haired one glanced up, having seemed to be the only one who realized they had an audience. The older boy was in an animated conversation with Cas, while the youngest of the three stared sullenly at his tray. Nicole gave a small, 'what's up?' smile, and a quick nod, before returning to her tray.
It took Sam almost two minutes to fully realize that the busty, very pretty blonde sitting not three tables away had just given him a 'howyadoin' nod.
Plus, he wasn't the only one who noticed.
"Dude, those girls are totally checking us out."
Ah, Dean. A one track mind to be proud of, Sam thought.
Cas gave a glance over to the table in question.
"The one with the unusual hair is Andrea." He said, before turning back to his food.
"You know her?" Dean asked, shooting another glance over at the girls table.
"Yes. She is in some senior classes with me, because 'she's smart like that'." Cas continued, quoting Andrea in a jerky, monotone voice.
Adam, finally acknowledging his game of Visual Ping-Pong going on between the two tables, also looked over at the girls table. He stifled a laugh afterwards, but Dean noticed.
"What?" he asked.
"Did you not notice?" Adam asked, nodding towards Andrea and the others.
It took Dean a moment, but then he noticed too. One of the girls at the table was the same one who'd cut in off in traffic this morning, the Camaro Girl.
"Son of a…" he muttered, while Sam also visibly cracked up. "Shuddup." Dean snapped irritably, and then saw his opportunity when Camaro Girl stood with a now-empty lunch tray.
Setting her tray atop a stack of several more green sheets of plastic, Miranda got a prickly, eerie feeling in the back of her neck. One that seemed to signal someone standing behind her. Sure enough, she turned to find a guy with light brown hair, green eyes narrowed in a glare, standing way too close to her.
"Whoa dude, personal space." She said, and to his credit, the guy stepped back.
"You know you almost crashed into me this morning."
Miranda didn't even blink. "I almost crashed into a lot of people this morning. What's your point?"
"My point is, you almost crashed into me and my car." The guy said, getting very agitated.
Oh crap. Impala guy.
"Oh. Sorry." Miranda said blandly, before attempting to go around him and back to her table.
Of course, it wasn't going to be that simple.
"I still don't think you understand the fact that you almost hit me." He went on.
Jeez, it was a little error. Then again, if he was anything like Miranda was with her car, she could see why he was upset. She opened her mouth to apologize, but apparently this guy wasn't done yet.
"You know, I don't know about you, but not all of us have Daddy's credit card to save us when we're in peril."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Dean knew he'd said something very infuriating. Camaro Girl's eye hardened into an alarming glare, and for a second Dean thought she was actually going to punch him.
Instead, she pushed past him pointed, before joining her friends back at their table.
"What the hell happened there?" Sam asked after Dean returned to his own table.
"Nothing." Dean said, not really caring about the girl or her stupid car anymore. Instead, he just turned to Cas.
"So, this Andrea girl – you like her?"
Cas' eyebrows furrowed.
"Do I enjoy her company? I can't really say, I don't know her that well. Her hair confuses me though."
Dean stared for a minute, before muttering to himself.
"Oh boy."