Sherlock was bored all day. He had already deduced the principal and the librarian were having an affair, his history teacher had once been a junkie, and his English teacher hated her cat. He sighed. This was tedious.
He ate alone in the cafeteria, smelling like tea because a clumsy blonde boy with a hideous sweater had spilled it on him. He could see a group of kids smoking pot through the window. Sherlock had done pot before, and he knew he could become cool overnight from it. One of the boys saw Sherlock looking, and beckoned at him to join them. Sherlock walked over.
"Your new around here," the boy said in an Irish accent.
"Transferred," Sherlock said quietly.
The boy grinned. "I'm Jim Moriarty. That's Anderson, Sally Donovan, and Sebastian Moran." Jim pointed at each person as he introduced them. "And you are?"
"The name's Sherlock Holmes."
"You like pot, Mr. Holmes?" Moriarty seemed to love this, as if it were a game.
"I've done it before," replied Sherlock nonchalantly. "Do you have any extra?"
Moriarty handed him a joint, and watched as Sherlock expertly smoked it. "You'll fit in nicely 'round here Sherlock."

Castiel's bright blue eyes met Dean's as he walked over to the group from the Impala. They kept eye contact a few seconds longer than necessary before Cas looked away, blushing slightly. Everyone else in the group greeted Dean when he walked over. Jo and Ash, twins, had even stopped fighting for a second, a rare occurrence, and Adam tossed him a football. Even though Dean didn't play sports, he was muscular, and fairly popular. And he was always willing to help a friend or kick ass. But where Dean excelled in popularity and personality, he lacked in intellect. He barely passed his classes, and he spent all day wishing he could be working at his Uncle Bobby's auto shop.
Sam Winchester was the opposite of his older brother. He was awkward and liked running and exercise, but was too shy to try out for any teams. He was practically a genius, on his way to valedictorian. His only real friend was another junior named John Watson. John was quiet like Sam, and came from an abusive household he frequently referred to as "The War." Sam could relate, his mother dying when he was little in a house fire and his father being an alcoholic. Sam was happy in school, when he wasn't being picked on by Lucifer or Mas. He fit in there.

"You look ridiculous," River said. "I want to put a bullet through that... that... thing."
"Fezzes are cool," The Doctor replied calmly.
Out of nowhere, a boy with bleach blonde hair and a black hoodie snatched the fez of The Doctor's head. "What the hell is this?"
"It's a fez, Mas. Not that you're cool enough to know that."
Mas Simm laughed and called out for his partner in crime, Lucifer Pellegrino. "Hey Luc! The Dick-tor has a stupid hat!" Luc ran over and took the fez from Mas. He put it on, laughing.
"How do I look?" Luc and Mas roared with laughter. Luc took the hat off and chucked it, hitting Sam in the head. "Hey Winchester!" Luc walked over to his new target and Mas jogged over to keep up. The Doctor sighed.
"What's wrong sweetie?" River said sounding concerned.
"They took my fez."