Castiel
Castiel sat beside Dean, waiting outside the nurse's office. Dean was leaning in his chair, looking very bored. His legs were spread into the entire hallway, giving off a carefree attitude, that contrasted with Cas, who sat very straight in his chair, hand folded in his lap. Dean's finger's tapped impatiently on the arms of the chair.
"What is taking so long?" He groaned. "Half the people aren't even here yet, they can't be that busy."
"Maybe they still need to set up," Cas said. "It's the first day. They probably weren't expecting anyone."
Dean groaned again. "'Don't we need to register and stuff?"
"I'm sure our brothers have it covered."
"Dean Winchester," a voice said. He got up, sighing dramatically. A woman stood in the doorway, looking at a piece of paper. She looked up, and did a double take. "Dean? Is that you?"
"Missouri?"
"Why, it is!" She smiled, clapping him on the shoulder. "Look at you! You've grown so much, and you're so handsome now. I was a little worried. You were one weird looking kid." Cas snorted and Dean looked rather offended. "How's your brother?"
"He's fine. He's around here somewhere."
"And your father?"
"Well, he's dad."
"Of course he is. Who's your friend?"
"This is Cas. He sort of just saved my life."
Cas stood up.
"You saved him? What happen?"
"Some idiot wasn't looking in the parking lot and e punched me out of the way. "
"Ah. Already?" She murmured, seemingly to herself. "Well, glad to meet you, Cas. You're his guardian angel now, mark my words."
"I'm- I'm really not," Cas said.
"Oh, sure you are. I can take it from here now, though. You can go register, dear."
"Alright." Cas said. "I'll see you later, Dean."
"Bye, Cas."
Cas walked down through the halls, catching sight of the occasional other student. A group of teens all huddled close together in the hall, a few of them with lacrosse sticks. They glanced at him as he passed, smiling politely. A boy, wearing a green jacket like Sam, stood alone in the middle of the hall, eyes shut. A few kids wandered idly around, waiting for registration, including a boy with a prosthetic arm standing with blonde boy, a group of two boys and one girl with red and gold scarves, and a angry looking blonde boy in a oversized sweater. He was flicking a lighter on and off, something that Castiel believed would probably be frowned on.
As he wandered back through the hall, he thought about what Missouri had said. A guardian angel. Maybe... Maybe that was his purpose. Keep other people safe.
Maybe.
Jack
Jack lead the group of people in, loving being in the spotlight. His friends had certainly put together a little group. He had expect to be the only boy, like the last half of last year. It seemed like the girls were outnumbered this year.
He glanced back. They certainly were an attractive bunch, in a weird sort of way. He had quickly memorize all their names. Merlin's eyes were darting suspiciously around, taking in the high brick ceilings, the fireplaces on the walls, surrounded by plush cushioned chairs. Ten had pulled pair of glasses out of his pocket and was examining a sword on the wall, speaking quickly to Eleven, who snapped his fingers at his brother, before saying something just as fast. Sam was looking a little lost, like he was missing a limb, standing awkwardly beside John, who looked simply uncomfortable in the center of the room. He was leaning heavily on his side, and it was only then that Jack realized he had a cane with him. John met his eyes, and he gave him a nod. A younger boy had followed them in, standing hunched by a pile of luggage.
"Welcome to BBCW, my new friends," Jack said, spreading his arms. "Also, welcome to hell."
"Hell?" Sam said.
"Don't worry, it's just a gateway."
"A gateway to hell?"
"Local legend. Some people really hate this school for some reason, and they deal with it by writing scary stories. You'll learn all of this in time. Now, Mycroft's in charge of getting in. Just fill out the card they give you, and wait for them to call you up."
They filed into the small room, where Mycroft sat with a stack of paper.
"MIKEY, I'M HOME!" Jack bellowed, bounding forward. The man groaned.
"You're still here?"
"Haven't died yet."
"My prayers were in vain."
"How mean."
Mycroft glanced behind him. "Are these the students that you've poisoned with your influence?"
"Yes, they are," Jack said proudly. Ten stepped up.
"Nice to meet you," he said brightly. Mycroft sighed, tossing a pile of papers at them.
"Fill those out," he said. Ten picked them up, and passed them to the group standing around him. It was basic information, he knew. Name, birthday, previous school, where you lived before, any medical needs, etc.
He filled it out quickly, not letting anyone else see it, and handed it back to Mycroft. The others did the same. Ten looked over his brothers, as if checking it for mistakes. He didn't blame him. The kid seemed easily distracted.
"That's it," Mycroft said. "We'll call you over the intercom. Jack, take your new friends out now."
"Sure thing, Mr. Holmes," Jack said with a salute.
God, he loved this school.
Sherlock
Sherlock watched as new students were dropped off. He had gotten there with Mycroft, who had already taken care of his paperwork. The only left to do was wait until they started the dull interview process, and watch the students register, attempting to deduce where they were from, and who they were. There were some obviously native to the Island, and some from America and England as well. As hard as he tried however, his mind kept drifting back to wait Mycroft had said.
Learn a little about it's history.
Secrets, Sherlock.
He hated secrets, unless they were his own.
There had been some commotion in the parking lot, some kid nearly getting hit, (it was obviously the drivers fault), that Mycroft had to settle, but other than that, this school seem like all the rest.
Fantastically boring.
A group of three girls sat nearby on the lawn. They were talking abou the new students. They looked vaguely familiar, when he relized who they were. They were part of that group that was always making trouble for his brother. Something had happened last year resulting in about half the group leaving the school.
If anyone knew things about the school they weren't supposed to, it was them.
Also, it would spite Mycroft.
Walking over to them, he cleared his throat. They looked up, and quickly got to their feet.
"Hello," he said, smiling pleasantly.
"Hello," the blonde one said.
"I'm sorry to intrude, but it's my first year here, and I'm not sure what I'm doing." Complete lie, he always knew what he was doing.
"Oh," she said. "Do you have your paperwork in?"
"Yes."
"Alright. They'll call you over the intercoms in a few minutes to decide where everyone is going to be."
"Alright, thank you," he said.
"I'm Rose by the way, and this is Martha and Clara."
"Nice to meet you," he said. "I'm Sherlock." Perfect, he thought. Now they know my name and face, and will be more willing to share information with me later.
"And you."
Just then, static began to blast from one of the speakers, followed by a voice, Mycroft's to be exact. "Attention all students. Interviews have now begun. Please wait for your name to be called to report to the Conference Room immediately. Allison Argent."
They glanced around, not seeing who was being called. She was probably in a different part of the school.
"It's alphabetical," Clara said. Obviously, he thought. Instead of voicing this, for risk of them taking a dislike to him, and making trouble for him later, he simply nodded.
"I won't be going for a while then," he said, before cringing. Now they would ask for his last name, and he would be associated with his good two shoes brother.
"What's your last name?" Martha asked.
"Holmes."
"Like Mycroft Holmes?" Rose said, clapping her hands in delight. He blinked in surprise. That was not what he expected.
"Yes, he's my brother."
"Oh, we love Mycroft," Clara said.
"Now you have to join us!" Martha said. "Come along They all began to walk towards the school. He stood motionless.
Martha turned back. "You coming?"
He nodded, finally coaxing his feet to move.
This place certainly was something.
A/N: I haven't had time to completely edit this, this isn't as long as usual, and I feel like I'm neglecting some of the characters, but the next chapter are some of the interviews, so I hope that that makes up for it. There was a few other fandoms making cameos here (Teen Wolf, Hannibal, Harry Potter, American Horror Story, and Marvel/Captain America. Teen Wolf got two, cause that's the only cause Allison's last name was the only one I could think of that began with A, and cause that is my current obsession). We'll be seeing some more of these people, and although they won't have any major focus, they will be there. Anyways, thanks for reading, and I'll see you all soon!
