Disclaimer:
Cat: Who wants to do the disclaimer I'm too laaazyyyy...
Dean: I will!
Cat: Go ahead, buddy.
Dean: Cat does not own nor is she affiliated with the Supernatural franchise. This story is co-authored with Daughter of the Master. How was that?
Cat: Great, now let's get to the story.
Peter: Why does everyone forget me?
Cat: Wrong fic, Parker.

CAT'S POV

I didn't mean to be squealy and fangirly. I didn't mean to hover or obsess. I was just really interested. And I was obsessed. Ever since I first heard of it, the storyline of Supernatural got me hooked. It was about the two misunderstood kids who fought monsters. I could relate to that. Not entirely, of course, but being misunderstood and seeing things that others don't was basically me. And now the guys that I obsessed over were sleeping in Hailey's apartment.
Four for us. You go, us.
The sistuation was just a big ball of complication. I decided to stay in the apartment for as long as needed. We had to stay up very late and help each other get caught up, help each other with understanding things, and above all, schoolwork balanced at the top. Since Sam, Dean, and Cas had become temporary teachers at our school, everything was a bit jumbled. They gave us permission to not do our homework, but only if we had a night to watch Supernatural, which was almost every night unless I was out or Hailey was.
We all decided to gather in the small living room in the apartment. It had a couch, a TV set, and a coffee table. The guys were sitting on the couch, Hailey on a kitchen chair, and I was on the floor. As I yawned and stretched, Hailey turned on the TV, flipping to Netflix to turn on Supernatural.
"Alright, in this one, you save some people from something," I said tiredly. In the midst of my eyes becoming blurry, I caught Hailey staring at Cas, who was glaring intently at the television. Sam, Dean, and Cas had all become comfortable by now, but they were still timid and weary. I laughed and looked at Dean (who I was sitting closest to), and muttered, "I'm going to bed, tell the lovebirds when they stop staring, 'K?"
Dean gave me a funny look. I rolled my eyes and stood up. I hurried to the room and decided to sleep in my sleeping bag. I sighed and settled in. The week had been restless and stressful. Already there were rumors at the stupid school about romances between the girls and the men, and how they were giving them special treatment. We had shrugged them all of.
I just wanted a nice sleep. I closed my eyes and slept.

When I woke up, I had overslept and I was late to school. I cursed under my breath and scrambled to take a shower and got dressed. I then flailed into my red '69 Chevelle until I realized that it was a Saturday. I cursed again when I saw Sam standing on the porch, his arms and legs corssed, smiling at me. "What?" I demanded.
Sam chuckled and threw his hands up defensively. "Sorry, but it's a Saturday," he laughed. He walked over to my car. "Nice car, what is it? A Chevelle?"
"Yes," I mumbled. "It was going to go to a junkyard and my dad fixed it up, then gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday. It's my baby." I turned to him. "I like your car, too. It's an Impala, right?" I didn't know my cars.
Sam nodded. "It's Dean's baby," he chuckled and I joined in. He shook his head. "I wanted to ask you something. Do you and Hailey want to go out for some coffee or something with us tonight?"
I thought it over. "I'll ask Hailey. Thanks, Sam," I told him, getting on my tip-toes and hugging him. He was too tall even then. I rushed back into the house, seeking out Hailey without waking Dean or Cas. When I got to the bedroom, I whispered, "Hailey? Are you awake?" She was just a lump of blankets. "Cas!" I whisper-yelled. When she jolted awake, I asked if she wanted to go out to coffee with Sam, Dean, and Cas. When she nodded and stuffed her face back into her pillow, I ran back out to Sam. "She said sure, but it'll have to be later."
After agreeing, we walked back into the house. My head was killing me and I felt like I was going to be sick. I heard voices and looked to see if Cas and Dean were talking. It wasn't them, and so I assumed Hailey was listening to music. I groaned and swallowed a few pills.
Dean had woken up and had walked over to me. He asked, "Why are you in your school clothes? Confused about what day it is?" He leaned on the door frame. His smirk made my blood boil. Despite how much I liked him, he made me mad.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't have time for your sass, Dean," I prompted. I threw the pill bottle at him and told him to put it in the cabinet. We started to argue until I finally yelled, "Don't be so cocky, you don't have the balls to back it up."
We had woken up the whole house. Hailey was still in her pajamas, staring at us with bleary eyes from sleep deprivation. Cas was standing next to her, his head cocked to the side. Sam, his hands on his hips, had one eyebrow up. They all looked dissaprovingly at us. I merely shook my head and stormed to change my clothes. I changed into my Loki'd shirt and skinny jeans, throwing on my favorite boots. I walked back into the living room and sat down, getting ready to talk to them all.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
My friend Daughter of the Master will write the next chapter! I hope you enjoyed my part! :)