Sorry , I know I said I'd update quicker but with the school year I've had no time and most of this holiday I've been ill but this chapter is longer than the last two

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I don't own Supernatural or Any of the Characters etc…

(P.S: this is a prequel to Supernatural so keep a look out for familiar characters )

Palms for some unknown reason becoming slightly sweaty he sauntered over to where the brunette was blabbering away about how ewoks don't get enough credit for their help during the final battle and Cas stared up obviously confused from his scrunched up eyebrows and tilted head. Dean grinned to himself, "he looked so cute and funny you could so tell he has no clue what's going on." Dean thought 'wait did I just use the word cute to describe a dude? What the hell Dean!' he slowed down slightly now unsure of himself but too close to turn back he held his head up and plastered his face with a friendly grin

"well, well we meet again Cas," he turned to face the brunette "and who is this lovely young Jedi who has clearly lost you on the ewok debate? "she blushed slightly but maintained her strong front. "Clara, Clara Middleton. And you are...? "She replied sticking out her thin hand.

"Dean, Winchester" he said as he shook her hand.

"And what would your view on the marmite of the Star wars fandom, love em or hate em? " she questioned.

Dean grinned "well I do agree that they didn't receive the full credit they deserve through their help in the battle, they lost lives too and lots of their village thing was destroyed. But I have to say threesomes off sweet and innocent but we're like freaky ninjas in battle and I respect that."

"Finally someone with decent knowledge of one of the world's greatest Fandoms and shows good appreciation for characters looked over by society, I like you Winchester!"

"Hey you're not so bad yourself!" he said winking. 3 phone numbers of hot girls in one day now that was sure to pull him out of the dumps.

"Don't get your hopes up Winchester, you're not really my type, don't look too disappointed though anyone with a dick isn't my type!"

he chuckled placing his hand in his heart and sarcastically said "how will my heart ever recover." both Clara and Dean burst into fits of laughed when Castiel, who had remained silent throughout the introduction said " I fail to understand how Dean's heart is effected by your love of women over men? " before either could reply the teacher, a tall middle-aged guy with long hair and a goatee wearing a coffee stained light blue shirt, dark slacks and trainers, walked to the front of the line and began to stare intensely at the door, "to enter, " he turned his head to point to a giggling girl at the front of the queue "or not to enter, that is the question. This semester we will be doing a modern take on Shakespearean plays in small groups that will be performed to the class, this will be a considerable chuck towards your final grades so I don't care what groups you go in as long as you can work sensibly and have a decent scent to perform at the end, understand? "The class nodded a few people murmuring agreements "good then, "he swung the door open and walking inside, "sit down in your groups anywhere in the room. "As students began to pile through the door Clara turned to Dean and Cas "do you guys wanna work together? I'm pretty good at cos-play and lord of the rings re-enactments, that's basically the fine arts!"

Grinning Dean nodded and so did Cas. Cas had recently learnt that humans often nodded when they agreed with a statement or to answer yes to a question but where too lazy or couldn't be bothered to do so. Cas had been taught this and so many other human habits from Oscar, a boy of 8 years old also living in "the house" as the kids seemed to be calling it. Although Oscar didn't understand why Cas was so different to everyone else, he had taken Cas under his wing and began teaching him how to be human, how to blend in so nobody got suspicious or gave the game away.

The class had dark navy wall and rows of benches going up along one wall. The room was three times the size if a normal classroom and had a fuzzy black carpet instead of the usual squeaky high school flooring. Down one end there were a few desks and a whiteboard and down the other a vast open space to rehearse with props and costumes in boxes shelves and closets dotted around the room. In front of the rows of benches was a slightly raised stage with a few bits of simple lighting equipment overhead. The trio sat down on the edge of the benches trying to escape the rest of the class. once all the groups had settled down the teacher, Mr Wills, produced a black bowler hat from behind his back "each group pick one play from the hat and begin to transform one scene in a modern style," one person from each group went up to the front and took a small price of paper and the corresponding plays from the cabinet. Clara had given gone up from their group and walked back over mildly disheartened. "We have Antony and Cleopatra," she sighed handing them each s copy of the play. "But on the Brightside it shouldn't be too difficult, I was thinking we could do like a space and intergalactic warfare so instead of Rome and Egypt two different ships?"

Dean chuckled, "yeah sure!"

They spent the remainder of the lesson planning their adaption and generally chatting. A lot of the time Cas didn't really understand what they were talking about, as far as he knew the only war that had happened above them was the war against Lucifer and He was almost certain that wasn't what they were talking about.

The lesson flew by and before they knew it, it was one whole hour of free bliss; lunch time. Clara invited Dean to sit with her and Castiel by the football field. Happily ,he agreed; it had been a long time since someone who actually liked him for him and not to get in his pants had asked him to sit with them , hell tide been a long time since someone had really liked him for him .

The hazy sun was gentle and tenderly warm on their backs. Although autumn was drawing nearer the weather was pleasant and the trees still clung to most of their leaves. The conversation flowered easily and Dean found himself enjoying the company and escape from the harsh reality he knew was just around the corner. Although Cas was certainly weird and incredibly puzzling, Dean felt himself drawn to him, he was wise but for a High school senior he was rather innocent. Clara was light and bubbly, if there was to be a queen geek she would be it. She defiantly knew her stuff and it made Dean wonder; what did her a Cas have in common?

The school day was soon over and Dean met Sammy at the gate after waving farewell to his new friends. This time he knew: he'd be sad to say goodbye when he left.

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sorry for those who had trouble reading this the first time i uploaded as for an unknown reason Fanfiction was not letting me paste but its working now so hopefully this wont effect you next time!