Chapter 2
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"Why are we even in Wales anyway? It's rainy, damp and I miss America! The burgers, the bars, the babes! Come on Sammy! Can't we just skip one hunt?" Dean growled at the Sasquatch that loomed over him. Sam huffed in frustration and flexed his jaw. "Dean. Stop being such a baby and stop whining. We must complete this mission. Bobby said this was a big one! I'm sure there are some decent girls here that will satisfy you!"
The Impala screeched to a halt at two large iron gates next to a sign that read "Welcome to Arch-Angel Catholic school. God bless all who enter these holy grounds." Chilling. They parked up around the back behind a shed full of sports equipment and quickly changed into their uniforms that they had acquired on their way into the middle of nowhere. Looking in the car mirror at himself, Dean's eyebrows raised so high they nearly flew off his forehead! "Shit Sammy! I look like some pretty boy bible basher for sure! I can hardly recognize my sexy self. At least I can pray for my libido to survive this shit-stain of a school." He grumbled. Sam rolled his eyes and pleaded "We haven't even gone in yet. Give it a chance Dean, it might not be that bad!" Dean scoffed in reply and grabbed his bag following Sam who was walking up to the stone carved entrance of Dean's personal hell for a month or so.
They headed into a small room decorated with names of pupils that have excelled in this school. They stared wide-eyed at all the countless names that littered the old crumbly walls of the school reception area. The brother's silence was disrupted by a voice. "Excuse me?! Excuse me? What are you doing here pupils? You should be in form!" They stood there confused to where this voice was coming from. "Well? Explain yourselves!" Finally, the boys noticed the voice was coming from a short nun in front of them. She looked like a little pudgy tomato wrapped in a nun's habit with sharp eyes peering up at them through her glasses that rested on her pointy nose. Sam coughed and in a disgruntled manner, he said" Oh I'm sorry Sister we are new students from America. Sam and Dean Winchester. We have never experienced British schooling before so we have no clue what to do." Satisfied with the response, the pincushion of a nun gasped "Oh well that's quite alright. You must be in Year 12 I believe. Follow me." Sam let out the breath that he had been holding and eyed at Dean to follow the Nun. He obliged while dragging his feet.
The short figure lead them to a courtyard which held many green doors that students lingered near. "Sam, Dean. This is your form room. You will be registered here daily before lessons start. You are expected to arrive at school by 8:45 AM, any later you will be given a detention. The first lesson is from 9 to 10 AM, second is from 10 to 11 AM, from there you will have a break which lasts 30 minutes. Next, the third lesson is from 11:30 to 12:30 PM, the fourth lesson is from 12:30 to 1:30 PM. Then it's lunch which lasts 50 minutes, as you are sixth formers you will be allowed to have lunch and break times off site. Last but not least fifth lesson is from 2:20 to 3:20 PM. You will be allowed five minutes between lessons to get to your lesson venue and have toilet breaks. Tardiness will not be tolerated. Good luck boys. Oh, and by the way, I am Sister Abbot. If you need any help with anything, come and find me." With a firm push through the nearest green door, Sister Abbot welcomed them into the classroom. The room was cluttered with pupils.
Every pair of eyes was on them and Sam squirmed a tiny bit while Dean stood there unaffected until he saw a pair of blue piercing eyes at the back of the classroom that took his breath away. Everything else in the atmosphere faded away into irrelevance. His firm mouth fell slightly agape at the striking creature in front of him. Suddenly, Sam's elbow found its way into Dean's ribs and the haze was broken. Dean's eyes fell on another nun that was sitting at an oak desk near a chalkboard. "Welcome Sam and Dean" The melodic voice chimed. "I am Sister Charlotte Bevan. I am your form tutor. Find a seat anywhere." Sister Charlotte was a short nun but not like Sister Abbot at all. She had skinny legs that peered under her black skirt. She had bright green eyes and feathered red hair. Seemingly, not a stereotypical nun. The boys found a desk and slumped down on the solid wooden chairs. "What was that?!" Sam screeched at his brother discretely as possible. Dean shrugged and muttered a "Nothing." As he tried not to notice the eyes that he could feel staring holes into his back.
Harry stared at the mysterious boy that had gazed into her eyes. She smiled thinking about his bulging jawline, dusty brown hair, and his gorgeous eyes. Yum. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. "Holy shit Harry! Dean was totally eyeing you up! His brother Sam is one mountain I'd love to climb. Let me at him, Momma!" Naomi all but screamed. Lorna rolled her eyes and looked at her best friend. "Please Naomi, you wouldn't need to climb him! You are around the same height! Ya bloody yeti!" Harry snorted and couldn't contain her laughter at the two. "Well, at least I won't have to crane my neck looking at him like you two dwarves! Where's Snow White bitches?" Naomi growled in reply and turned away. Lorna's nostrils flared at the taller girl and she turned to face the other away. Harry's giggle ran around the room just as the class settled quietly. All heads whipped around at her and she blushed terribly. She could feel his eyes on her. Her small hands found her puffy hair and she tucked it neatly behind her ear while putting her head down to hide her cripplingly red face.
A buzzer echoed loudly in the classroom and Harry stood with the girls and went to head out the door until Sister Charlotte called her over to the place where she stood by Dean and Sam's desk. Horror masked her face as she realised that she would have to approach the new boys. Lorna smiled widely and threw her arms around the shorter girl's shoulders. "Go get him Harry Bean! See you break time." With a wink from Naomi the door closed and Harry slowly approached the group of peers. As composed as possible Harry smiled at Sister Charlotte. "Harriet, please could you take the boys to the office to print out their timetables. I noticed that you have Bible study first lesson like the Sam and Dean here so please could you accompany them to that lesson. Here's a late note so you won't get in trouble." Harry gulped and carefully accepted the note from Sister Charlotte's hand. "Of course, Sister. It is not a problem." She gathered all the courage she could muster and looked up at the brothers in front of her. Her legs jittered as they took her to the door where she held the door open for Sam and Dean. "Thanks. So, it's Harriet, right?" Sam smiled down at her while Dean walked silently next to his brother. "Yes, but please call me Harry. I know it sounds odd calling a girl Harry but I hate being called Harriet." She politely addressed the tall figure next to her. Sam nodded understandably and said "It's not odd. Harry it is then. Do you like this school, Harry?" "Well…. I didn't want to go here. My father forced me to as he is a pastor in the local church but it isn't as bad as it seems. The nuns can be a bit strict at first but will warm up to you if you behave appropriately. Not to mention you make great friends here! My friends Lorna, Naomi and I will happily help you around the school. Why did you decide to transfer here from America if you don't mind me asking?" Sam's eyes widened and he rapidly gasped "Um... Our parents are part of the military and our grandmother who we normally stay with died recently. We live here with our aunt now." Harry's eyes filled with sympathy. "Oh, I'm sorry if I overstepped." She met Dean's eyes and it was like he was staring into her soul. "It's okay." his manly voice said to her. His voice was like music to her small ears. She smiled kindly at him and he returned it.
They arrived at the office and Harry turned to the pair of muscular men that stood behind her small form. "I need your last names in order to get your timetables." "Winchester. Sam and Dean Winchester." Even their names were perfect, she gushed to herself. After that, the trio walked to the library which held their first lesson. Bible study. Dean could already tell that this would be the most boring hour of his whole damn life. Harry smiled to herself as she sat at a desk with a Bible and a notepad. In her gut, she could feel that this week would be not as bad as she thought thanks to these new boys.
Hey, people. Hopefully, this chapter is a good addition to the fanfic so far. I'll try to update it as much as possible. Special thanks to my best friends for supporting me and helping me edit my work. Feedback is always appreciated so please review :D Thank you. Hollie x