The Freshman Project

15yr old Dean Johnson snaps and sells himself for the drugs he craves. Knocked up and homeless is how seniors Sam and his roommate Castiel find him. He starts a new life living with them in their apartment, but the addiction isn't gone... Sam/Dean Mpreg.

A/N: Forth chapter today, I'm gonna need some reveiws soon just to get my muse happy, she loves reveiws.

Dean woke up alone, sweat pouring down his face and the need curling in his belly and rushing through his veins, he could hear Luis outside but mostly he could see the little sandwich container next to the stove and the white powder inside. He needed it.

He pulled himself into a sitting position and wondering faintly how he managed an entire day without shooting up or snorting the white powder that his life revolved around now. He stumbled over to the container, completely ignoring the head rush he got.

He reached up and flicked on the flashlight that hung from the top so he could separate the coke into neat little rows, he leaned down and snorted one row and checked his watch real quick before snorting another up the other nostril. 6:15.

He would have to start the walk to school in about five minutes, it took about ten minutes to get there and school started at 6:30. He groaned, it was too early for real thinking and his coke addled brain wasn't working through the numbers quite right, Luis ducked in and sighed when he caught sight of Dean, slumped over the mattress where he had dragged himself.

"Dean, school." He muttered dragging Dean upright and handing him a bundle of clothes. He stared at them blankly trying to work it out, right, Luis wanted him to get dressed for school, 'cause he had five minutes till he had to leave.

"'kay" He slurred, and broke out into giggles as he stripped down to his boxers. Was he supposed to take them off? He didn't smell too bad so he left them on and wiggled the jeans over his hips. The shirt went next and it took him a moment to figure out which limb went in which hole, Luis helped him pull it on.

"Done!" He called out. "Done.." He muttered to himself, testing out his own voice and the way it echoed in the bricked in space that had no purpose to the building but served as home. Luis slipped in and helped Dean rise and grab his bag, he slipped the sandwich container into Dean's bag along with a paperback copy of 'Deltora' and a folder of homework.

"Good luck Dee." He muttered and pushed Dean on his way.

Here's the thing, Dean hates highschool and when the first thing he hears as he heads toward the homeroom building is "whore" from one of the jocks he hates it even more. It's Crowley, flanked by Raphael and Lucifer, Castiel and Sam standing a little ways away completely unaware of what the others are doing while Lucifer and Raphael sneer.

"Ah, I heard a little something from my friend here." Crowley steps closer and jabs a finger at Alastair who grins in a way that makes Dean's stomach drop, his high is just a slight haze now that is no use for blocking Crowley and his lackeys out. "I heard that you bent over for some guy in a bar, that true?" He shows Dean his teeth and is about to say something else when Sam, who's finally looking over with his hazel eyes narrowed dangerously and Castiel crowded close to his side speaks up.

"He's just a freshman Crow, leave 'um alone." Crowley's face twist and he turns on Sam and Dean takes it as an opportunity to scram. Jo is already in homeroom when he gets there, her legs propped up on a desk and her homework spread out in front of her. She's tapping her pencil on the desk but she stopped when he entered the room out of breath.

"English boy bothering you again?" Dean shrugged and sat watching his reflection in the glass of the windows to his left, he's still slightly high, enough to tide him over until fourth period maybe, his face is slack and his blond hair is sticking up everywhere.

A random freshman ducks his head in and shakes it, Dean remembers not knowing his own room a couple months ago. He kind of misses middle school, he only had a slight problem back then, whether or not he could make it through the day without drugs was never a problem, he could go three days easy without feeling any withdrawal symptoms, now he was rushing to the bathroom mid-way through the day and cutting line on the sinks.

Jo finishes her homework to his right and packs it away, sitting back with a sigh. Dean sees her watching him in the window, her eyes slightly narrowed as she studies him. He feels uncomfortable under her gaze and lets out a breath of relief when she drops her eyes.

"How are you anyways? It was pretty cold last night." Damn well it was, Dean spent the night huddle against Luis and under seven thick comforters and was still cold, but he has a feeling she's not actually talking about the cold. He shrugged again, students were streaming into the room and he could already feel the wear of the day pressing down on him. He sighed and rested his head in his arms prepared to wait it out.

Sam frowned at Crowley, the English man was relaxed, watching Castiel work out a problem on the board and keeping his eyes on the slight sway to Cas's hips, mostly covered by the bottom on his ever present letterman jacket but still, Sam gritted his teeth. The last thing Cas needed was Crowley perving on him in broad daylight in front of the class.

"I'd hit him, he's perving on my little brother." An English drawl from behind him almost made him jump, Balthazar was leaning forward, eyes on his friend and anger directed towards Crowley clear in his blue eyes.

Sam nodded, Balthazar knew Castiel better then Sam considering they were brothers. Anna shook her head looking amused, the small family, Castiel Novak, Anna Novak andBalthazar Novak were a set of triplets who at one point had been virtually inseparatable.

Not so much anymore, Cas spent a lot of time with Sam, Balthazar with the art club and Anna with Mary.

"I'm considering it, I heard you actually hit him earlier." Sam muttered with his head down, the teacher, who really couldn't do anything considering everyone in the classroom was either eighteen or nineteen was watching not afraid to make them stand and talk out loud for the class to hear. Balthazar grinned.

"That I did, he was picking on some freshman, that one you told him to leave alone this morning. Poor kid, though high as a bloody kite I'm pretty sure." Sam shrugged, he faintly remembered the kid. A pretty boy standing almost a foot shorter then Sam wearing thin, worn clothes that didn't fit quite right but with a pretty face, big green eyes and layered blond hair. The kid was Sam's type, well, if he was a bit older that is and wasn't so difficult to talk to.

He frowned, looking out the window he could see that same kid sneaking out, he was pressed against the stone wall of the school digging through his bag.

"Dean Johnson. Heroin addict, he's homeless and sold his virginity. For the spare change in some guys back pocket probably." The kid snorted and Sam has to hold back a grimace, Cas, who just sat down doesn't bother trying to be polite.

"Pull up your pants Eugene, your superman undies hanging out don't make you look cool." Cas sneered leaning forward, the hate between Eugene and Castiel was a wide known won after Eugene who at one point had been above the social latter from Cas had spilt water on the front of Cas's pants freshman year.

Eugene looked unsure whether to stay or leave, Cas lurched forward and the other man fell back instantly slinking to the other end of the room.

"I do not care for Eugene Aliceson." Castiel muttered. "He is selfish and self-loving." Sam nodded as though he cared and turned to the window, Dean Johnson was gone.

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