"Is that Marijuana?" John asked with a sudden angry expression cast across his face. Sherlock was holding a hand over the weed he was lighting up, "What? Sue me."

"Jesus..." John put a hand to his face. Dean and Castiel were playing a game of cards on the floor. They barely noticed John and Sherlock fighting. Sherlock was sprawled out across his bed every so often pulling out the lit up drug from his mouth and blowing out the strange smelling white smoke from his mouth. John would then mumble on about how 'it was bad for you.'

"Thanks for bringing the beer," Sherlock said to Dean. "No prob," The hunter replied. John was pacing around the dim lighted room, "You know if we get caught with it, it'll be the end of our education."
"Relax," Castiel said calmly, "Dean has informed me that many human teenagers do the same thing."

John gave him a look, "You sound as if you're a different species."

Before Castiel could reply Dean interrupted, "Wait so are you guys from England or something?" John glared at him, "You're just getting that now?"

Sherlock chuckled, "Well John, you don't always have the britishest of accents."

John took a step back from the card game, "Did you just say britishest?" Sherlock chuckled again. John grabbed the weed that Sherlock was holding, "Enough is enough."

Dean stood up and grabbed it from John's hand, "Hey Cas you want to try some?" Cas was guliable enough to agree and smoked it. He began coughing uncontrollably. "That's the stuff, am I right?" Dean asked.

John snatched it back from Dean, "Damn it?! Don't you see he's never had it." John got Cas to sit up straight, "Just breath deeply, it's ok..."

Dean gave him a look, "Are you here for medical school or something?"

John nodded standing up again, "I am in fact." Sherlock got off his bed, "He is actually quite a bloody good doctor, I have to admit."

John smirked, "You bet I am."

Dean smiled setting down his cards, "Come on John, don't you want a beer?"

"I'm not disobeying the school laws, and the laws of our country."

"Just be a teenager and live in the moment," Dean pleaded holding up a beer can practically shoving it in his face. John rolled his eyes and took it. Both Sherlock and Castiel smiled synchronically. John drank a sip of it, and then started coughing like Castiel had earlier. Dean laughed, "You're halarious."

Sherlock was eyeing Castiel now, "You're really pissing me off." Castiel looked up at him surprised, "I'm what?"

Dean raised an eyebrow, and John seemed to be amused, as if he knew why. Sherlock sat down next to John, Dean and Cas and grabbed the blue eyes hunters face with one hand and started to inspect it, "I can barely deduce anything about you."

Dean raised a second eyebrow, "You what?"

John laughed, "He's a detective, he's really good, yet I guess sometimes he can be broken."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Where the hell are you from?"

Cas' face turned paler than it had already been, 'Up and about."

"That's what you told me," Dean said. Sherlock asked again, "Where are you from."

"Take your hand off my face please," Cas said calmly. John put a hand on Sherlock's shoulder, "Sherlock..."

Sherlock let go, "Whatever." He started laughing, "Wait, have you guys ever done coca-"

John put a hand over Sherlock's mouth and dragged him back towards his bed. Sherlock was laughing harder than before. John put him on his bed, "You're high. Get some rest."

John found himself back over sitting with Dean and Cas. Cas watched Sherlock as he fell asleep, "Is he always like that?" he whispered. John looked up, "With the drugs? Yah..."

"Do you think he needs help?" Dean asked. John shrugged, "Maybe in the future. But however hard I try to stop him from destroying his life, he always finds a way to..."

Dean shrugged, "Let's not talk about that. Gold Fish, Castiel." he slammed a card down on the floor. Cas sighed and set down the cards, "I'd rather not play a card game if that's alright.

"What do you want to do?" John asked. Cas picked up a beer, "Be a normal teenager."

Dean grinned and picked another one up as well, "Let's do it." The clanked their cups together and turned to John at the same time, "Aren't you going to drink?" Dean asked. John nodded, "Might as well." He raised his beer, "Thanks for coming to this godforsaken party. I'd rather be here with you guys than at the school's shithole party."

Cas laughed, "Yah us too."

The Next Day -

Sherlock woke up first. The room smelled like faded drugs...horrible. He coughed and sat up. Dean and Castiel had passed out on the floor right next to each other. There noses were nearly touching. Sherlock chuckled silently, "I still think they're gay," Sherlock whispered to himself." He changed his purple button up shirt to a white button up shirt and slid on his black trench coat. He then realized John was missing from the room. "John?" he said. This woke Castiel up instantly, "Sherlock?" he asked rubbing his eyes. His stubble was much clearer now that another day had passed. Sherlock kneeled down, "Did you see where John went?" he asked softly. Castiel shook his head, "I don't know, but by all he alchohol he had last night I would be surprised is he was having a massive hang over, I'd check in the bathroom, he's probably throwing up or something."

Sherlock nodded, "Thank you." Castiel stood up suddenly, "Want me to go with you?" Sherlock paused at the dorm door for a moment. For some reason he didn't despise Castiel, "Ugh...why not." Castiel grabbed his own tan trenchcoat like jacket thing and followed the detective out the door.

The two made their way down the hall and before they could even say a word to each other Dean came running down the hall after them, "Hey you two wait up! Where the hell do you think you're going? Why'd you all leave me like that?"

"Shut up," Sherlock said. Dean gave him a look still panting for breath, "Excuse me?" Sherlock barley glanced at him still making his way down the hall, "I said shut up."

"I know," Dean moaned, "I heard you, why?!"

"Because the way you formulate questions so instantaneously is very irritating." he replied without a single note of sympathy. Dean stopped walking causing Castiel to pause in his footsteps. Sherlock kept going signaling he wasn't going to apologize. Castiel called out to him, "Sherlock... I'm ugh... I'm just going to stay here and stay with uh-"

"Fine." Sherlock answered. Castiel walked over and stood next to Dean. They watched as Sherlock disappeared through the men's bathroom door. Then one of those moments again. Dean gave Cas a look and their eyes locked for a few seconds which felt like an eternity. Cas just started talking as if it hadn't happening, "So Dean, are you ready for a day of classes?"

It took Dean a while to shake himself from the trance, "Oh uh yah."

"Let's go back to the dorm and get ready." Cas said with a grin...such a cute grin. Dean nodded eyeing Cas up and down, "Yah let's." He watched the hunted walk back to their own dorm still eyeing him from behind. A few odd thoughts popped into his mind...no he thought to himself and tried to make them disappear. And maybe the did for a short while.

But not for long.