Supernatural High - Chapter 1

Heyyyy everyone. Welcome to my new fanfiction, "Supernatural High". I know there have been High School AU fics out there before, but this one is a little different. This story is based off an idea my friend, RegularPsycho13 and I had. Well, it was mainly her idea, but I just wrote it down.

Bascially, Supernatural High is a high school for all creatures Supernatural, and a few select humans. This is mostly AU, and may be a little confusion. Dean and Sam are still hunters-in-training. Castiel and all his brothers and sisters are still angels. Crowley, Meg, and all of them are still demons. Basically everyone is what they're supposed to be, but things are just a little different. Hopefully the chapters will do a better job of explaining why certain characters are where they are, or doing what they're doing.

I hope you enjoy this story, and remember to leave a review! They're what keep me writing!

I don't own Supernatural.

Chapter 1

Castiel followed his brothers and sisters as they filed into the front doors of the school. No matter how hard he tried, he could not suppress the feelings of anxiety that were beginning to rise up inside him. He had lived a relatively happy and safe life for a long time, but now he had to venture out into a different world – a crueler world. Out here, the comforting walls of Heaven could not protect him. He felt almost exposed as he walked crossed the threshold into the building where he would be spending the majority of the next four years of his life. He knew that his brothers and sisters were all around him, but that didn't change the fact that they were not only going to a school with other supernatural beings, but demons.

Castiel had never met a demon before, and he wasn't exactly eager two. His older brothers, Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, and Gabriel had already spent three years at the school, and knew plenty of demons. However, none of them ever shed much light on them. Michael rarely even looked at demons – he considered himself too high-and-mighty to do something like that. Raphael copied his older brother, and had long ago adopted a similar attitude. Lucifer, on the other hand, seemed to adore the demons. He made friends with them, sat with them at lunch, went to parties with them – and all the demons seemed to adore him. They treated him like he was some kind of king. Or at least that was what Castiel heard. But even with that bit of information, it still didn't tell him much about how demons actually acted. The only one he could ever go to for useful information was Gabriel, but even he seemed to have sealed lips on the matter. "Just wait until you meet, them, Cassie," he had told his younger brother when he'd asked about the demons. "You can come to your own conclusions then."

Gabriel was the kindest, and most reliable out of all of Castiel's siblings. It was because of this that Gabriel was the one Castiel was closest to. Castiel loved all of his siblings – even the pompous Michael, and the occasionally cruel Lucifer – but Gabriel was the one he found himself getting along with the best. Balthazar, however, was a close second. The three of them were very close-knit, the same way Anna and Uriel stayed together, and how Michael, Raphael, and Lucifer kept to their own little group despite Lucifer's fascination with demons. They each loved one another, but they spent the most time with those they were most compatible with, or at least that is what Gabriel had told Castiel when he asked about it. However, that explanation did little to answer the younger angel's question. Michael and Lucifer could hardly stand each other anymore – every time they were within a ten-foot radius of each other, they would end up having some kind of argument, or they'd try to rip the other's throat out.

As Castiel stepped into the main hallway of the school, he watched as his siblings parted. Everyone seemed to know where they were going – everyone except him. Castiel stood there, looking around doe-eyed at his new surroundings. There were people his age everywhere – humans, shape-shifters, werewolves, vampires, skin-walkers, demons, etc. – hustling and bustling about. Most stood at their assigned lockers putting backpacks in and taking books out.

"Cassie."

The angel looked up to see Gabriel standing there. His older wore a white polo shirt and a pair of khaki pants. Castiel had to admit that he looked rather sophisticated, even though he had heard Lucifer teasing him about his look earlier that morning. "You're just trying to impress Kali, aren't you?" the other archangel had sneered. Gabriel had waved him off, but Castiel had a feeling that Lucifer had hit the nail on the head.

"You're gonna be late, kiddo," Gabriel informed him, his eyes snapping to the clock that hung on a nearby wall. "Better get to your locker and start unpacking."

Castiel nodded numbly. How was he supposed to find anything in this place? "Do you know where mine is?" he asked, feeling foolish. He should have to ask his big brother for help!

Gabriel sighed, but nodded compliantly. "What's the number?"

"2294," Castiel answered.

"Alright, second floor . . . I think it should be to the right," his brother said, his brow furrowing slightly. After a moment of silence, he gave him a nod. "See ya at lunch, bro."

Castiel watched as his brother headed off to his first period class. Realizing he had better hurry up unless he wanted to be late, Castiel hurried to the nearest flight of stairs and began to ascend. He knew that he could probably use his wings and get there much faster, but he had no idea if he would be allowed. Gabriel had informed him that things at the school were different than they were in Heaven. There were certain restrictions – for example, students were not allowed to use any powers they may possess while on school grounds. Castiel didn't know if flying qualified as a "power", but he didn't want to risk it.

As he reached the second floor, Castiel took a right turn. The hallways were still heavily populated with students, which gave him relief. He began to scan the locker numbers, looking for his own. In fact, he was so preoccupied looking for his number, that he wasn't looking where he was going. Castiel had no idea that anyone was even in his path until he slammed into something as hard as stone. The skinny angel hit the immovable mass with such force that he bounced off it and hit the ground with a soft thud.

"Watch where you're goin', feathers," a voice with a thick, Scottish accent sneered.

Castiel looked up to see a young man dressed in all black standing there. His hair was short, and as dark as his clothing. He was short – shorter than Castiel, but obviously heavier and apparently stronger. He also had a couple crones standing beside him who looked even more intimidating.

"Sorry," Castiel apologized quickly. This was his first day – the last thing he wanted was to make a bad impression. "I didn't see you."

"Obviously," the man replied. "You nearly knocked me off my feet, you know? I can't have that – this suit is new, after all. The next time you bump me, I won't be so forgiving."

Castiel nodded submissively. As much as he disliked getting scolded, he didn't want to start any fights. He also couldn't help but notice the crowd that was beginning to gather around him. "I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't," the boy with the Scottish accent replied. Without warning, his eyes flashed completely black. Castiel stared at them, stunned. They were completely obsidian – no pupils, no variation in color – just complete blackness. They were abysmal, and yet lifeless all at once.

"You're a demon," Castiel stated.

The demon's eyes flashed back to normal, and he smirked. "And you're an angel. Name's Crowley; what's yours, sweetheart?"

"Castiel."

"Well, great, Castiel. Now that we all know each other . . . I say we give you something to remember us demons by, since you don't seem to know much about us."

"Leave him alone, Crowley!" a new, deeper voice growled.

Castiel turned to see a very handsome man step forward from the crowd. The angel had to struggle to keep his mouth from falling open. The man before him was gorgeous – short, gelled blond hair, evergreen eyes, a beautifully-sculpted body – but that wasn't what really took Castiel's breath away. It was the man's soul. It shone so brightly – so proudly. And it was so . . . pure, and good – Castiel had never seen a soul like it.

"Ah . . . Dean," Crowley addressed the green-eyed man, disinterest apparent in his voice. "What can I do for you?"

"Leave the new kid alone," Dean ordered. "He didn't do anything to you."

"He bumped me! I was simply going to remind him to not do it again," Crowley replied sharply. Castiel could see that the demon's patience was running thin.

"I think he got the message," Dean answered roughly. His voice had gotten significantly deeper, and there seemed to be an unspoken dare in his voice. It was as if he was secretly saying to Crowley: "Do you really want to do this?"

Crowley gave Dean an indignant sniff. He smoothed out his suit and took off in the opposite direction, his demon cronies following him. As Crowley left, the crowd began to disperse. Castiel turned to face his hero, who still stood there, watching the demon go with narrowed eyes.

"Thank y—"

"Shut up," Dean snapped, rolling his eyes. Castiel recoiled as if he'd been slapped. "You're lucky I was here. Seriously, how stupid are you? Almost picking a fight with Crowley on the first day? You do know he practically rules this school, right? Your reputation will be ruined by lunchtime."

Castiel's brow furrowed in confusion. "I hardly see how my reputation matters. I didn't come here to be amiable. I came here so I could take the courses I needed to so I could get out. Besides, I apologized to him. Twice."

Dean looked at him then, and their eyes locked. Castiel stared at Dean for what seemed like an eternity. He could have gotten lost in those bright jade-green eyes, if it weren't for the even brighter soul that was constantly calling for his attention. "I'm Dean Winchester," he said, stretching out a hand.

"I'm Castiel."

Dean groaned. "Damn it. With a name like that . . . You're an angel, aren't you?"

Castiel was confused as to why Dean seemed displeased by this. "Yes."

"Just my luck," he grumbled. "I hate angels – they're dicks with wings."

"I take offense to that," Castiel pointed out, surprised by the own harshness in his voice. A part of him was devastated to hear that. Is that really what this Dean saw him as?

Dean cursed and shook his head. "Hell, I didn't mean you, I—"

That's when the bell rang.

"Damn it, I gotta go," Dean mumbled before rushing off in the direction of his first period class.

Castiel sighed. He hadn't even found his locker yet, and first period was starting in five minutes. Brilliant start, Castiel. Just brilliant.

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