Previously on A Supernaturally Glee Club: Lisa just found out she is pregnant and she has to tell Dean. Castiel is showing trouble with his leg, and it isn't stopping. Balthazar is married to coach Pierre's brother Michael, and the couple has adopted a daughter called Grace. Crowley made his three best cheerleaders join the Glee club to spy on the club, and Dean is tricked into joining the glee club by Mr. Pierre, but he doesn't know it. And he still thinks the Glee club is stupid and gay. Not to forget, Sam is head over heels for Jess.
Warnings for this chapter: A little bit of cursing, teenage pregnancy. Mention of underage drinking and sex. Cheating. Coming out of the closet, crush for teacher, homophobic behavior, hurt!Castiel and skipping class if that's a warning as well?
Anyway, I know jack squad about how the high school in Glee Club works, so I just write the way I think it goes in the series. Sorry for mistakes, I'm tired, I need to work tomorrow, so I haven't checked on them just yet.
I have done research on prosthetic legs, but it's probably still wrong. If that's the case, don't hate me, it's just a story and I actually needed Cas in a wheelchair somehow because I don't know why...
Also, Samandriel in this chapter!
If one would ask why Jo ever joined the cheerios, her answer would be "Because it's the best way to be popular." People would accept that as an answer, because Jo indeed was very popular. She, Lisa and Cassie were the three girls on top of the whole school. Everybody wanted to be them; nobody dared to get in their way. The bad part about it was that people assumed they were plain mean too. Yes, it was true that they often avoided situations that required helping. Cassie didn't like getting her hands dirty. Lisa just had her head in the clouds most of the times, and Jo… well, she was distracted as well.
See, the real reason why she even joined the cheerios was because of her childhood best friend. She hated the cheerios at first to be honest. She hated skirts, hated dancing, hated having her hair up in that ugly ponytail all the time. But, the moment Dean joined the football team, their contact diminished immediately. They barely talked anymore, Dean always at practice, during lunch always at the jock's table. No, Jo couldn't have that. She wouldn't lose her best friend. So she lost her jeans and jackets, put up her hair and auditioned in front of Coach Crowley. She took up Lisa's bitchy attitude, and later even befriended her. Together with Cassie, they then reached the top of the cheerleading squad, becoming Crowley's top-cheerios in very little time.
Yeah, joining the cheerios was all for Dean; hoping not to lose her best friend, but also trying to show him that she was ready to change all she was just for him. She had become what she hated most; a cheerleader.
And in return, Dean went out with Cassie for one week, which Jo could forgive them. They had just tried, and it didn't work. They fought too much. So Dean remained on the market a little while longer, and at that time, Jo was plotting her plan on getting Dean for herself.
But then he started dating Lisa.
And it didn't end. They stayed together. One month passed, to months, six months… and now they're one year further, and they were still together, not seeming to break it off soon. And Jo stayed in the sidelines again, close to Dean, but not enough.
Jo couldn't hate Lisa for it; despite everything she was still her best friend, and she even felt bad for having feelings for Dean now.
And now, sitting in this dumb Glee-club, having to dance even more, makes that bad feeling in her stomach even worse. To begin, this class was filled with losers. Nerds, punks, and even that weird art-girl who dressed up as if she just grabbed things from her closet and put it on without checking if it even fit together. She could feel her popularity already dripping away, being absorbed by the uncoolness of all these people.
And the teacher, Mr. Pierre, just kept on showing them dance moves, and they repeated it without any trouble – except for Jimmy's nerdy brother of course, he was just tripping over his own feet and eventually even ran out of the class. Mr. Pierre had wanted to follow him, but Jimmy had insisted that he needed to be alone for a moment. His twin brother would know better, right?
But Jo noticed that Lisa was acting weird as well. She wasn't paying attention, always gasped in surprise when Dean touched her, and eventually she just sat down, staring in front of her. It was weird.
But, maybe this was the first sign that their relationship was going to end soon?
Jo felt so dirty and wrong for even starting to hope again.
After Glee, Jimmy waved at Dean, telling him he would see him at football practice. Dean had nodded, and then the boy was gone, headed straight for the library, where he was sure he would find his brother. He was right of course. He knew Castiel better than anyone, so when his brother ran out of class, it was clear he would hide up here in the religious section where nobody ever came.
Castiel was sitting on the ground; eyes closed and head against the bookcase. His breathing was soft and even, so Jimmy knew he had calmed down a little bit.
"So now you just run away?" Jimmy asked, and Castiel startled, opening his eyes and then relaxing when he saw it was only his brother.
"It was that or risking a panic attack during practice," Castiel offered, scooting over so his brother could sit down next to him. Jimmy did, lowering himself against the bookshelf and pressing his arm against his brother's, nudging him on.
"Trouble with the leg?" he asked, and Castiel sighed loudly, looking down at his right leg as if it betrayed him, which it kind of did, come to think of it.
"It hurts more and more," Castiel said, biting his lips and shaking his head. "At first I thought it was just that typical pain that comes and goes, but this feels different." Jimmy then sat up straight, and gestured at the leg. Castiel nodded, allowing his brother to lift up his pants as far as his leg allowed.
Every time again Jimmy was taken aback by the prosthetic leg; it was a piece that replaced his brother's lower leg, but it felt wrong. Castiel was too young, too innocent to have this. Nobody deserved losing a limb, but Castiel most definitely didn't. Yet, he still got ran over by a drunk driver, and he was lucky his lower leg was all he had lost. During his revalidation, he was home-schooled (because he refused to repeat a year on school). It was only when he had to stop using his cane that he agreed to return.
"Cassie, it looks red and swollen. I'll have to take it off to take a closer look," Jimmy said, not even waiting for his brother's agreement. He undid the clips, loosened the belt and then pulled off the prostheses, seeing his brother's clearly swollen leg. Castiel groaned in annoyance, pressing his head back against the bookshelf.
"Okay, we are going to the nurse, I think this piece of wood isn't really a good fit after all," Jimmy said, holding the leg under his arm and then reaching out for his brother. "I'll have to carry you, so if you don't want to people to see it, hurry up."
And Castiel tried to get up, holding himself straight against a chair. He rolled down his pants again to hide his lack of leg, and pulled back from his brother's arms. Then he tried to jump to one of those desk-chairs in front of the computers, dropping himself on it, and eventually leaning back.
"This has wheels," Castiel explained, and Jimmy rolled his eyes, stepping behind his brother and starting to push the chair forward into the hallway.
The school nurse only confirmed what Jimmy had said, and then she called up their mother to pick up Castiel. The boy had received crutches and was now making his way to the school exit. His brother had returned to football practice after he made sure their mother was coming, and now Castiel was walking alone, cursing when his books fell down on the ground. He sighed loudly, bowed forward to reach for them, but then fell too.
"Castiel!" then came from behind him. A pair of strong hands helped him up right, grabbing his books as well. "You're going home?"
Castiel's face blushed again because he knew it was Mr. Pierre who was helping him here. His throat suddenly felt dry, and it took him a lot of effort to breathe again. When Mr. Pierre's hands left Castiel's arms, he felt cold and alone again. He didn't lift up his head, and gripped his crutches tight, only wishing his teacher didn't see him in this state.
"Y-yeah," Castiel then answered. He finally looked up, only to stare into his teacher's blue eyes. He looked worried, and a few wrinkles were already showing on his skin. But that didn't matter. Professor Balthazar Pierre was still one of the most beautiful people Castiel had ever seen.
"Take care of that leg, then, okay kiddo?" Mr. Pierre asked while taking off Castiel's backpack and putting the books he had been carrying inside. When Mr. Pierre held the bag up high again, Castiel turned to let the teacher put it on.
"Thank you, Mr. Pierre," was all Castiel could say before the teacher walked away again, walking towards the teacher's lounge. Castiel knew that Mr. Pierre was free the hour after Glee club. He was ashamed to admit that he knew when the man had to teach, and when he had his breaks.
Yeah, Castiel had fallen deep for his teacher, and he should really get over it. But how?
Then he heard a car arrive on the parking, and he made his way outside to leave the school.
Football practice was the same as always. Dean and Jimmy both knew it well enough; they sucked. There wasn't a team that was as bad as they were, and they kept on making fools of themselves each game.
But so far this team was his only way to stay in a good spot with the teachers. Dean did a good job, in fact. He was a good quarterback; he gave good tips to his teammates, was fit enough and really shone on the field whenever they played. Apart from Jimmy, it was the rest that just plainly sucked at it all. Nobody listened to each other, half of the team was out of breath after running for one minute, and they preferred bullying each other.
So, yeah, Dean was actually glad when practice was over, walking up to his locker to take his soap, shampoo and towels. Jimmy followed him to the showers, also with his stuff in hand. A few other showers were taken, but luckily there were two still free. At first it had been awkward showering next to other guys, but in the end they'd grown used to it. They even had full on conversations in the showers. As long as no-one peeked over the walls that divided them there was no problem at all.
"Man, Lisa's acting strange," Dean said when a few of the other guys had left. He was shampooing his hair now, keeping his eyes closed to avoid getting soap in them. Jimmy looked up in surprise when Dean started talking, face turning pale at the mention of Lisa.
"What? Why? What'd she do?" he asked seeing Dean rinsing out the shampoo before the other guy looked at him as well.
"She's been sick or something, I don't know," Dean started. "She doesn't want me to touch her."
Jimmy then frowned, but didn't immediately respond. He now rinsed out his hair as well, causing the water to filter out any talking around him. When he was done, Dean was already toweling himself dry.
"Maybe you should talk to her?" he asked his best friend, and Dean sighed.
"Yeah, I've tried," he said. "You know I'm not that much of a talker, but believe me, when I try, I seriously mean it."
Jimmy nodded, washing out the last bit of shampoo in his hair, and then reaching for his towel as well. When he looked up, Dean was already walking out, and right at that moment, Jimmy let out a deep breath, actually sounding relieved.
When Balthazar came back home, it was to the smell of chili-sauce coming from the kitchen. On the ground in de living room there was Grace, playing with a new doll; brushing it, talking to it and eventually even filling a fake cup of thee for it. Balthazar greeted Michael shortly, and then sat down on the ground next to his daughter, receiving a big smile from her.
"Who's your friend?" Balthazar asked, as he was certain he had never seen that doll before. Grace dropped the plastic teapot and held her doll up high. The thing had short golden curls, and a pale white… wel… it wasn't skin but Balthazar didn't really know how else to call it.
"Angela," Grace said, hugging the doll tightly and then crawling up to his father's lap, pressing her hand against his cheek. "Wanna play?" she then asked with her high pitched cute little voice. Her big brown eyes stared up at him, and Balthazar could only smile back, picking up a teapot and pretending to drink from it.
They continued playing until Michael announced dinner. Then Balthazar picked up Grace from the ground, and sat her down on her little seat, taking the small plate Michael was handing him and setting it down in front of Grace.
"Now sweety, if you finish your whole plate I will read you a bedtime story," Balthazar said, and that made Grace clap her hands, taking the plastic fork in front of her and eating the pasta's Michael had prepared. Then the two adults sat down, Michael with a big sigh.
Last Saturday Luke had come, as agreed, because Michael had an announcement that even Balthazar actually didn't know of. As it appeared, he was selected for a promotion to become chief-inspector. It was a great opportunity, and he would earn more money, but it would also take on a lot of his time, causing him to be even more tired every evening. Balthazar had only congratulated him until Luke had left (because, yes the two had found another reason to start a stupid argument before Michael kicked him out – again). After that they had talked for hours, agreed that Michael would take the job and checking their schedules for the daycare for Grace.
And now, Michael didn't like to talk much about his work. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but being so exhausted made him want to talk about other things. So Balthazar talked about his students. About his skepticism of the cheerios, his guilt over tricking Dean Winchester, and even his worries over Castiel Novak who still had trouble with his leg.
"Castiel Novak, you say?" Michael suddenly reacted, and Balthazar nodded. "Yeah, I remember him. Drunk driver hit him a about a year and a half ago or something. Poor boy lost his leg and the driver was even too drunk to realize his mistake."
That was new for Balthazar. He hadn't known much about Castiel to begin with, but just the fact that the school had kept silent that one of its students had been hit by a bloody car was even more disturbing.
"The parents asked to keep the story hidden," Michael said as if he had read Balthazar's mind. The teacher then frowned, but didn't answer further. "That driver, though, man…" Michael shook his head.
"What about him?" Balthazar asked.
"When he sobered up and heard about what he did? Took his gun and…"
"Okay, stop right there," Balthazar interrupted, not wanting to hear about his husband's suicide-case from months back. Michael only chuckled lightly, but his eyes weren't smiling along.
When the three of them had finished eating, Michael took Grace out of her seat and brought her into her bedroom. When Balthazar had finished cleaning up, he followed them, keeping his promise about the bedtime story.
The Winchester's home was a house like any other. It had four bedrooms and a big garden for the dog. Dean and Sam actually had it really good at home. Loving parents, naïve younger little brother… Yes, everything was good.
John Winchester was the chief of the firefighters of Lawrence, even called a hero by some people he saved from house fires. Mary Winchester worked at a restaurant, cooking mostly – and with reason, as her cooking skills were indescribably good!
Dean and Sam were that evening both sitting on the couch, Sam making his homework and Dean texting Lisa, hoping to get some answers out of her. When Adam then returned from his karate-lessons, Mary called up for dinner, and the three boys immediately went for the kitchen, sitting down at the table.
"So how was your day?" Mary asked to nobody specifically. Dean took a big bite of his dinner, earning him a frown from his mother. Adam was drinking at his glass, meaning that Sam was the one left to answer.
"Good, Glee practice is really awesome!" Sam said enthusiastically, grinning his teeth bare. Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's words.
"Seriously brother, I have never been in something as lame and gay as the Glee club," Dean muttered, and Mary looked at him with an angry expression. She then turned her head to her husband who just shrugged and continued eating. Then she shook her head.
"Yeah, well, Dean, I'm not really sure I understand why you ever joined the club?" Mary then asked, and that made Dean swallow his food wrong. He started coughing, and Adam was slapping his back to help him get the food out.
"Somebody tricked him," Sam said as if it was the most normal case in the world. When he didn't explain further and now both their parents were looking at them in a questioning stare, Dean sighed, finally free of choking. He thanked Adam and closed his eyes.
"Somebody put drugs in my locker and the teacher found it," Dean said, biting the words out in his eternal hatred to the person who did it. Mary only frowned further at her son's words.
"So?"
"So, I have to prove I'm a good kid by joining this stupid club," Dean finished, making clear with his expression that he didn't want the conversation to continue. Both John and Mary looked at each other in surprise.
"Why hasn't the school warned us about it?" they asked, and Dean sighed again. Then he explained in every possible way what exactly was agreed with Mr. Pierre. After his story, he stood up, took his plate and went to put it in the dishwasher. Sam and Adam remained silent as they continued their dinner, and even Mary and John weren't speaking for a while. When the shock of Dean's story was over, mostly, Sam started talking again, continuing his story about the Glee club.
Castiel was sitting on his bed when Jimmy entered his room. The teenager was still wearing his green jock-sweater – the one that every football player was wearing most of the time. Jimmy dropped down on the mattress, lying in his brother's bed and staring at him until Castiel started talking.
"My leg needs to heal again, and after that I'll get a new prosthesis," he explained, sighing loudly and lying down as well, turning his head to stare at his brother. "I'm not allowed to walk," he added, dreading his own words.
Jimmy closed his eyes for a moment, but then opened them again, putting a hand against his brother's arm and consoling him with his stare. Castiel kept quiet, turned his head back up and looked at the ceiling.
"I know we haven't done it since we were eleven, but would you mind sleeping here tonight?" he asked, actually sounding embarrassed. Jimmy chuckled, shook his head and scooted closer to his brother.
"Of course, Cassie," Jimmy said. "I'd do anything for you."
And indeed he did. When it was time for them to sleep, Jimmy helped Castiel to the bathroom, both boys brushing their teeth and getting into their pajamas. Then Jimmy carried his brother back to his bedroom, and both pulled the covers over them, falling asleep immediately.
When they woke up the next day, it was from a heavy panting next to their faces. There was another presence on the mattress and Jimmy groaned, reaching out his hand and receiving a big lick of a very wet tongue in return.
"Good morning, Puddling," he muttered, and Castiel too groaned when he realized the dog was present too.
Now, not many people knew it, but the Novak family was actually very wealthy. But that was even too soft of an explanation. They were literally loaded with money, millions of it.
And their mother, Rachel Novak, therefore wanted the dog that fitted best in the description of rich, buying this giant poodle immediately without even discussing it with the others.
Now, the way the boys always thought poodles were, was proud, neat and independent. Puddling here was absolutely the opposite. She loved getting and giving attention. She had to get her fur done more times than the average poodles because she loved messing around in the dirt. She was very obedient, and most of all, she was their very best friend.
Nobody knew they were rich. No-one knew where they lived, what their parents did for a living, and nobody knew they had a poodle as a dog, because most people wouldn't understand. Jimmy mostly feared his best friend's reaction.
True, the meaning of best friend was that you were able to say anything to them, but Jimmy knew how Dean Winchester was. He was a good friend, and cared a lot about others, but he also knew Dean showed homophobic behavior, and he just wanted to protect his brother from that.
Yeah, Jimmy knew his brother even better than Castiel did himself. Jimmy knew his brother was staying in the closet, probably even denying it to himself most of the times, but to Jimmy it was clear enough that his brother preferred guys over girls. It didn't bother him at all, Castiel was still his twin, but he just wished that Castiel stopped lying to himself.
Jimmy had often given his brother subtle indications that he knew, that there was nothing to be ashamed of, but giving hints to his brother was as if he were interrogating a chair. Castiel was clueless about most things.
When the two were dressed and had eaten their breakfast – and given Puddling her morning sausage – Jimmy unfolded the wheelchair they had kept in their supply closet right after Castiel had refused to stay in it. This time the boy didn't protest and allowed his brother to help him in it. Then he packed up both their bags, attached Castiel's to the back of his wheelchair, and gave Puddling a big smooch on her snout.
It was no use calling out for their parents as they were on tour again since yesterday and wouldn't return until the end of next month. Luckily they still had Joshua and Zachariah to take care of them. Joshua was the friendly gardener who looked out for the boys as if they were his own. Zachariah was the grumpy butler who mostly complained about everything when he was alone. Castiel and Jimmy only pretended they didn't hear him most of the times because it was just so funny to listen to it.
Zachariah was already standing next to the car that would bring them to school, and he helped getting Castiel inside. Both boys were then on their way to class again.
When both Dean and Sam arrived at school, the boys patted each other on the shoulder as a way of saying goodbye, and then went their separate ways. Sam immediately went to his locker, took out his books and went to his first class of the day. He sat down in his chair and lifted his eyebrows when Ruby went to sit down next to him.
"Hey Pipsqueak," Ruby said, grinning her teeth bare. Sam frowned at her sudden friendliness. He had sung one duet with her when they first started Glee Club, but that was almost two weeks ago. Since then they hadn't spoken at all. Why then would she start talking to him?
"This class is boring, did it all last year anyway," Ruby continued, looking bored. Her long brown curls were put up in a bun and her brown eyes were circled with dark make-up. She wasn't as bad as Meg though. Ruby could still be seen as casual, only wearing black shirts most of the times. Meg though, she had dark brown hair from which the ends were dyed blonde. She had piercings all over her face, her nose, eyebrows, under her lip. It wouldn't even surprise Sam if she had one on her tongue. To add to that she always wore black lipstick and she wore a double layer of smokey eyes.
No, Ruby was a little bit normal in Sam's opinion, and she was actually pretty too. But, though, not as pretty as Jess. Nobody would ever beat that in Sam's opinion.
"I don't know, this class can be pretty interesting," Sam said, fumbling with his pen and patiently waiting for the teacher to arrive.
"How about we go out of here?" Ruby then whispered in his ear, and Sam yanked back in surprise. He hadn't expected her to be so close. "I know a place where we can be alone and all."
Oh, she was trying to flirt. She was doing an effort to take him around the corner and, as Dean would say it, trying to get into his pans. His face flushed red of embarrassment, but at the same time he was a little bit flattered that she would even consider this.
Still, Sam had too much adoration for Jess. He couldn't just mess around with Ruby when he was still head over heels with Jessica.
"I'm sorry, but no," he said with a shaking voice. Hey, he was still a boy, and he had to admit that while thinking about running off with Ruby he got a little bit excited. But he was too young, only fourteen years old, and Dean would literally kill Ruby if she ever tried anything funny. Yeah, Dean could joke about Sam's current virginity, but once when he was drunk he confessed he actually wanted Sam to wait as long as possible, at least until he found the right girl. Sam knew when Dean did it the first time. The boy had come home drunk off his ass (and he was only fifteen years old so he had been lucky not to get caught) and started torturing his punching bag in anger because it had been a meaningless fling and deep inside Dean appeared to be sentimental about those things.
At least, now with Lisa, Sam knew they both were waiting. They had been in a relationship for more than a year, and both were insisting on waiting with it. Yes, Dean often got home frustrated because he thought these last few weeks that they had waited enough, but he managed to go through the days despite that.
So, out of respect for Dean and even his own innocence, Sam turned his head away, looking back at the door and shaking his head.
"I'm sorry Ruby, not interested," Sam said, and that answer made Ruby tilt her head and even surprisingly gasping for breath. Then she actually snorted, and leaned forward again, putting a hand on his.
"If this is about that little model from the club, don't bother," Ruby then whispered in his ear, voice soft and air tickling his skin. "She isn't interested, she's fifteen, you're fourteen, and she digs older guys."
Sam tried to ignore her, he really did, but the words cut through his heart and his eyes lowered down to her hand on his, fingers caressing his skin before pulling back.
"Come find me when you realize it," she said, standing up and leaving the room to skip class again. Sam gasped for breath as soon as she was done, and right at that moment, the teacher walked in. Whatever the man was explaining, Sam couldn't pay attention, his mind wandering to Ruby's words.
Five minutes before class, Dean found Lisa at her locker. She was sorting out her books for next lesson, and had a frown on her face. Even from far Dean could see it, and he knew that there was something seriously wrong. It had been four days now since she started acting like this, and Dean had enough of it. He walked up to her, put his hand on her shoulder and when she tried to pull back, he refused to let her go.
"Okay, start talking, what did I do?" Dean asked with a hushed voice, checking if there was anybody around them. The others teenagers were already walking to class, so there were no unwanted listeners.
"Let it be, Dean," Lisa said, voice tired. She turned down her head and bit her lip. Dean didn't accept that as an excuse, though, and he shook his head.
"No, tell me, Lisa, please," he said, eyes pleading for her to explain what was going on. Right when she opened her mouth, Jimmy came standing next to them, putting a hand on Dean's shoulder, greeting Lisa and then talking.
"We need to go to class," he said, squeezing Dean's shoulder before pulling back. Dean felt annoyed because Jimmy had interrupted them, but apparently it didn't bother Lisa at all.
"I'm pregnant," she said, loud enough for Jimmy to hear as well. Both boys had their mouths fallen open, and neither of them were able to say anything. Dean's head was going in overdrive. They had never even slept together, how could she possibly be pregnant? Unless…
"You cheated on me?" he asked, voice low and angry, and Lisa's face showed true panic. Her eyes turned on Jimmy for a moment and she gasped for breath.
"I-" she started, but she couldn't continue, her eyes staying on Jimmy. Dean then turned around to look at his friend.
"You slept with my girlfriend?" he asked, voice now even lower, but he knew his face got redder by the minute.
"No!" Jimmy shot back, taken aback by Dean's accusation. "She didn't cheat on you, don't you remember at all?" Jimmy said, and now both Dean and Lisa raised their eyebrows. Dean shook his head, but Lisa remained still.
"Don't remember what?" Dean snapped then, ignoring the bell announcing their class to begin.
"The party at Ash's place? You were both so drunk that I had to get you home?" Jimmy answered, and Dean suddenly remembered. They indeed went to a party at Ash's three months ago, and he couldn't remember how he got home at all. "I accidentally walked in on you two, but I didn't dare to say anything about it," Jimmy then added, shrugging and looking very uncomfortable. Lisa then started nodding and gasping for breath.
"That must have been it!" she said, putting a hand on Dean's chest and begging for him to look at her. "We were drunk, probably didn't even use protection!"
And then realization hit Dean. She was pregnant. She had something of his in her belly, growing every day. And it was his fault. It was because of him that she was now carrying his child.
"Oh shit," Dean said, lifting his hands up his forehead and turning around, unable to face the two. Lisa was pregnant. Freaking pregnant! And Jimmy had heard her confess it. Why didn't she wait until he was gone before she spoke? Was she afraid Dean would hit her or something? Because Dean would never hit a girl.
"I need to…" he started, but he couldn't continue. Because his girlfriend was pregnant, and he should do something right now.
Before he could even bother to ask Lisa if she was going to keep it, Principal Archer started yelling at them to get to class, and Jimmy pressed his hand against Dean's back to push him to their destination. Lisa remains standing for a minute before she too closes her locker, sighs out loudly and leaves for class.
During lunch Castiel was sitting at the table with Samandriel. The seventeen year old boy started talking about video games and the glee club. Castiel didn't really know why he dragged Samandriel along, because he had no clue at all if he could even sing. Yeah, during the duet-assignment he had the opportunity to sing, but they had chosen some rap-song instead.
Both boys were eating, ignoring the people around them as they looked at Castiel's wheelchair.
When Castiel had gotten in, he had received weird – but expected – looks from everybody. Jimmy had been insisting to push him to his locker and to class, but his brother (and Dean and even Lisa) had arrived too late, earning them detention after school. Professor Moseley was a sweet woman who was friendly to everybody, but when it came to latecomers, she was strict.
Before lunch Samandriel had walked up to him and asked him if he could push his wheelchair. Castiel had only shrugged, and that was how they found themselves here, eating their sausage and vegetables. The food was okay, but it could be better.
"So, okay Castiel, can I let you in on a very big secret?" Samandriel started all of the sudden, and Castiel frowned, looking at his best friend and nodding, not really understanding what this was about. Castiel knew all of his secrets, what would be so different about this one?
"Yeah, eh, I never really told you why I broke up with Anna," Samandriel said, and Castiel remembered the time that he and Anna were dating. It didn't last long, after a month they broke up again. Both said it just wasn't meant to be, and kept it to that. Castiel hadn't insisted on knowing the real reason, because he was sure Samandriel would tell him in time. Apparently he was right.
"Why, then, did you break up?" Castiel asked, asking the question he didn't ask a few months back. Samandriel sighed, closing his eyes and biting his lips.
"This is not easy, but I know you won't tell another soul," Samandriel said. Castiel nodded, frowning as Samandriel leaned forward, indicating Castiel to follow. The boy did, feeling his glasses slide off from his nose in the process. He rolled his eyes and pressed them back, ignoring Samandriel's chuckle.
"Okay, so, I loved Anna, I really did," Samandriel began, looking down as he searched for his next words. "But not the way she wanted me to love her. I only see her as a dear friend, and I couldn't keep trying to change that."
Castiel nodded, turning his head around to find Anna sitting at the table with a few other art-types. She had her hair put up in a messy bun and was wearing some weird combination that consisted the primary colors. She didn't notice them, so Castiel could stare all he wanted without alarming her.
"At first I thought I loved her, but you know… in… bed… I eh," Samandriel's face turned red now, and Castiel wasn't really sure he wanted to hear the rest. "I couldn't… eh, you know," he then continued, nodding downwards and Castiel pulled back immediately, turning his head around and biting his lips.
"Okay, I don't think I needed to know that," Castiel said, letting out an uncertain chuckle. Samandriel agreed to that by humming, and shook his head.
"Anyway, it's not about what, it's about why," Samandriel continued. He pricked a piece of his sausage dipped it in the sauce and then put it in his mouth. He kept silent while he was chewing, causing Castiel to raise an eyebrow while he was waiting. When Samandriel swallowed down his food, he took a deep breath. "She didn't sexually attract me, Castiel. No girls do."
And Castiel had been foolish to think he was safe drinking from his can of coke. He accidentally breathed in the drink, and lurched forward in panic, dropping the can back on the table as he started coughing. Samandriel slapped him on the back to help him out.
When Castiel finally came back to air, he sat back in his wheelchair, slowly breathing in and out. Samandriel eyed him slowly, waiting for his reaction. Ah, well, his verbal reaction, that was.
"So, you're gay?" Castiel then asked; voice steady and serious. Because he knew this was all serious business for his best friend. Samandriel wouldn't laugh about something like this.
"Yes, I believe I am," Samandriel said, actually smiling as he raised his can and kind of saluted him with it. "And I wanted to tell you that… you're not alone."
"Alone in what?" Castiel asked, frowning again.
"You know… in being… gay?" Samandriel asked, putting down his drink again and pushing forward his empty plate.
"Why would you think I'm gay?" Castiel asked, a little surprised that Samandriel was even thinking that. Samandriel rolled his eyes.
"Besides that you're obviously hot for the teacher?" Samandriel asked. "How about you rather check out Dean Winchester's butt than Lisa Braeden's boobs. Is that explanation enough?"
"You don't know… I don't have a crush on Mr. Pierre!" Castiel shot back, angry at his best friend.
"Ah, but I never said what teacher you had the hots for," Samandriel said in a teasing tone. Castiel felt his face burn red from shame and anger, and he crossed his arms and turned around, not wanting to look at Samandriel.
"Listen Castiel, I know it's hard. It has taken a long time for me to accept it too, but just know that you're not alone in this," Samandriel said, leaning forward again and ruffling through Castiel's hair when he stood up. The teenager ignored him as he walked away, looking at his plate. That was why he was surprised when Samandriel suddenly stood next to him again. "And by the way, you're absolutely right about Mr. Pierre. He is pretty hot." With that he left Castiel alone at the table in the cafeteria.
Balthazar didn't know what he was seeing when the kids arrived at Glee practice. Castiel was now in a wheelchair, and obviously pissed off about something. Ruby was breaking through Sam's personal bubble, making the kid uncomfortable, and then there was Dean, Lisa and Jimmy. The three of them just sat there, staring in front of them as if they didn't really know what was happening in his life. Right away he decided that, whatever he had planned for today could wait for another week or so. These kids needed something to cheer them up, or at least explain how they were feeling without talking. Balthazar had often used songs to explain that he wasn't feeling well in the Glee club back when he was in high school, and his peers always helped cheering him right up.
So when Balthazar walked up to the whiteboard and picked up the marker, he didn't write down 'SECTIONALS' but 'EXPRESSING'. He heard some surprised noises from behind him, and one or two groans. When he turned around, he clapped his hands together and smiled up at the teens.
"All right, as you can read, the next assignment I'm giving is that each and every one of you find a song that expresses how you're feeling right now," Balthazar said, eyes gliding over his students to check their reactions. More positive ones than negative, so no reason to cancel the assignment.
"Do we have to?" Dean said. Of course it was Dean asking this.
"I think it's a great idea," a voice in the back suddenly said. Then Samandriel stood up, smirking at everybody as he walked forward. "I coincidentally even already have something prepared for that very assignment."
Everybody just looked at each other in surprise as Samandriel never really spoke up in class. That he was now walking up in front of the class was something new, and Balthazar liked this. He went to sit down in the empty seat between Lisa and Anna, and gestured for Samandriel to continue.
"I have been struggling with something for a while now, and a few days ago I finally accepted it, and I wanted to express that through a Bon Jovi song everybody knows," he explained, picking up the guitar. In the crowd Jimmy smirked, and Dean poked him in the ribs to shut him up.
"Shut up, it's Bon Jovi!" Dean whispered, and Jimmy only rolled his eyes.
Samandriel tuned the guitar for a moment before he actually started playing the tune. A few people recognized it immediately. Dean nodded in approval, Sam smiled, and Castiel rolled his eyes when he noticed Samandriel looking right at him.
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
By now a few students started clapping along with the song, and the girls even started humming in the background.
It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life
During the chorus Anna had stood up, and now she was sitting behind the drums, waiting for Samandriel to continue singing. He nodded at her in an appreciative way, earning him a friendly smile from Anna in return. The other students remained where they were, but Jess had stood up to dance along. Castiel scowled when he caught Samandriel's eyes again, and sighed at the wink. Balthazar saw it all happening around him, and it made him both smile and wonder what exactly was up between the two that Castiel was acting like this.
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
Jess started singing backup voices now too, still dancing it all out. She sang out the voices Jon Bon Jovi normally sang during the chorus but Samandriel couldn't, making it all sound so much better. Balthazar liked the enthusiasm they were showing. If even Dean enjoyed himself it meant that this was very good.
It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life
Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down
They repeated the chorus a few times after that, and after a surprising drum solo from Anna, they ended the song. Samandriel received applause from the class, and when Balthazar came to stand next to his student, he put his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Now what was it that you were trying to say with this song?" Balthazar asked, and Samandriel looked down at his guitar.
"I told Castiel earlier today, and now I feel like I should just tell it to everybody. We live in the 21st century, times have changed, and we don't need to hide that much anymore. That's why I confess to you here that I'm gay."
That came out as a surprise for Balthazar, and even though a few other students were obviously also taken aback, most of them started applauding for his courage. Castiel remained on his place, still frowning. When Jess ran up to Samandriel and started hugging him, followed by some other students, Castiel looked at their reactions for a moment, surprised about the lack of hate. He turned his head towards Jimmy and saw that his brother was talking to Dean, or more listening. He saw Jimmy punch him softly on his arm and shake his head, frowning disapprovingly. Obviously Dean made a gay-joke, probably about whether Samandriel preferred to bottom or top. That was often the first questions asked to them, and it sounded ridiculous every time.
"Samandriel, it must have taken a lot of courage to tell us this. I'm proud of you," Balthazar said, regretting that times were so different back when he was a student. He only wished he could have come out like this too.
"I just wanted to inspire some other people before I graduate from here," Samandriel said, shrugging, looking at Castiel while speaking. Balthazar saw it, but luckily he was the only one. He continued teaching the teenagers how to dance, and when the bell rang again, all of them left with Balthazar reminding them that they had to prepare a song for next practice.
Sam figured this was maybe the best time to start talking to Jess. She was still single as far as he knew, she didn't have too much homework, and at the moment she didn't seem dependent of her friends. That was why he walked up her locker right after the last class, and cleared his throat. Jess looked up from her locker, turning around to lock her eyes with Sam's. Then she smiled truthfully.
"Oh, hey Sam!" she said cheerfully. "You going home now too?"
"Ah, well, still waiting for Dean to come back from practice," Sam said, trying to sound casual. He leaned back against the locker next to hers and kept his face steady. "So you know, just chillin'."
Jess giggled and shook her head. "Sorry, I'm just so happy Alfie decided to come out today," she said. Sam tilted his head a little bit in confusion.
"Alfie?"
"Oh, that's what I used to call him because I couldn't pronounce his name right," Jess said, and Sam had to think back for a moment until he remembered that Samandriel and Jess were actually brother and sister. When realization hit him, he chuckled.
"Oh, I had totally forgotten that he was your brother!" he said, smirking when Jess nodded.
"Yeah, he's three years older than me," she said, shrugging but still smiling.
"Did you know?" he asked, eyebrows lifting when Jess actually shook her head. He would have expected that she'd been the first he'd tell. At least Sam would like to think Dean would tell him first if the same was to happen to him.
"Ah well, I don't have a good gaydar I think," Jess said. "I mean, if I would really try and find another gay person in the class, I would say maybe Meg? Or Anna? Or maybe even your brother actually? I don't know why, but if I really think about it, it wouldn't come to me as a surprise would they ever confess."
"My brother?" Sam asked in disbelief. Dean couldn't possibly… Nah, Jess' gaydar was just indeed not that good.
"See, told ya I'm not good at it," she said, shrugging again. Then she finally finished ordering her books. She picked up her backpack, threw it over her shoulder and turned to Sam again. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
Sam nodded, and when he received a hug from her, he felt his face flush red from the heat. She actually hugged him! This was too wonderful! He watched her go, and the moment she was out of sight, he fist bumped the air, jumping around in enthusiasm.
Right after practice, Jimmy was glad Dean has so hurried to take Sam back home that he had to leave immediately after showering. It gave him a little time to think about what had happened today.
Jimmy and Dean had tried to stay positive during the rest of the day, pretending that they didn't hear Lisa admitting that she was pregnant. But their act only lasted until after Glee practice, when they saw Lisa walk out of the room in front of them, trying to be the first out.
Jimmy wanted to go home and clear his head as soon as possible, so he hoped that Castiel was ready when he came out of the locker room to get to the hallway. There he was surprised to walk in to Lisa, who looked at him in an angry expression.
"Why did you do it?" Lisa asked; words biting and snappy. Her brown eyes were squeezed tight and her lips were a hard line. She was holding her books against her chest as if hiding herself behind them.
"Did what?" Jimmy asked, but he knew well enough what she was talking about.
"Why did you tell Dean that story? It wasn't even true!" She said in a whispering tone, though everybody was already gone. Jimmy sighed out loudly, licking his lips for a moment and trying to keep away those flashbacks that kept on coming in his mind.
"He accused me of sleeping with you! I panicked!" he shot back, arms thrown in the air. Lisa shook her head and when Jimmy tried to walk away she grabbed his arm and walked along with him.
"Jimmy, you did sleep with me!" Lisa said, walking faster to stand back in front of him. "And I don't know what to do anymore. Should I tell him it's not his baby? Or should I keep it hidden?"
"If you tell Dean he will break up with you and I will lose him as my best friend! I don't want that!" Jimmy countered, but with every word he felt shittier. He slept with his best friend's girlfriend at Ash's party. Dean drank himself to unconscious that night, and Lisa had bumped into Jimmy. Both were so drunk that they didn't even think twice about undressing each other in the guest bedroom. Jimmy had barely remembered it at all until Lisa confronted him the next day, threatening him that he couldn't tell Dean anything.
"I can't keep lying to him, Jimmy," Lisa said. "I know I was the one who told you not to say anything, but I can't keep this up. He's gonna find out, and he'd better do it through us instead of hearing it from somebody else."
Jimmy looked down but nodded, sighing loudly as he admitted she was right. When they both walked away to the exit, the hallway was empty.
Except for Meg Masters, who had been texting Ruby behind the lockers, now grinning at the knowledge she had received after hearing that conversation between the two.
For Samandriel's song, just imagine something like this with additional drums and background singing... watch?v=k63ofbPeh_U