A/N: From now on I am going to do my best to update weekly, though for the next couple of months that may be a challenge because I am doing a lot a traveling, but come September I will be as regular as my lack of self discipline will allow me to be. I am excited for the story to start forming, I have a lot of idea's for a lot of characters so hopefully everyones favourite will appear at least once. Anyway, I'll stop blabbering shall I and actually get on with the chapter. Please review if you have anything to say, be it about the story or my writing! Enjoy the chapter!
Dean awoke to his alarm blazing; he looked across the room to see Matt was already showered and dressed, wearing his uniform with that weird little bow tie.
"Good morning." Matt said cheerily when he noticed Dean was awake.
Dean grumbled inaudibly, he was most certainly not a morning person.
"You should get up as soon as you wake up you know, its good for the soul." Matt chuckled.
"Alright, Doctor." Dean groaned while stretching.
"That's the second time you've called me that, I hope you're not making a habit of it." Matt laughed.
"I am now." Dean teased.
Once he was dressed and ready the pair headed down to breakfast, where they saw the rest of the guys already eating.
"Morning," Sam smiled at the pair as they approached the table, "better eat quick, we have an assembly at nine."
"First morning back and these son's of bitches are already cutting into my eating time. Not cool dude." Dean complained as they hurried to get something to eat.
By the time the pair returned to the table the other boys were deep in conversation.
"But I don't understand, if he is a Doctor why is he teaching English to eighteen year olds." Cas was saying in his deep and gravelly voice, his head leaning on such an angle that he looked rather like a lost puppy.
"He's not that kind of Doctor, you Dick." Dean sighed while sitting down next to Cas. "He's got a doctorate in teaching." Cas looked like he was going to argue with this but Dean decided to change the subject before he got the chance.
"Speaking of Doctor's, I've decided that Matt's new nickname is the Doctor." Dean spat through a mouthful of toast.
"Doctor? Doctor who?" Sherlock and John asked in unison, John seemed interested but Sherlock barley looked up from his phone.
"Just the Doctor." Dean replied with a smirk, he could tell that the Doctor kind of liked the new name even though he wouldn't admit it; Dean could see he had a curious little smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Do you really like that?" Sam asked, obviously concerned for the boys feelings. Dean was surprised Sam didn't pull the kid into a bear hug and start talking about emotions. Just as the Doctor was about to open his mouth to answer he was cut off by a sultry voice.
"I think it suits you," River said with a wink as she appeared seemingly out of no where. "Now come on boys, we've got an assembly to go to."
They all followed River out of the school and onto the football pitch where the assembly was being held; Dean was still stuffing food into his mouth when they arrived down on the grounds.
"Come on, sit, sit, sit." Principal Crowley was shouting through an earsplitting megaphone.
"This guy's such a dick." Dean groaned into the Doctors ear but the Doctor just laughed as if Dean was exaggerating. He wasn't. Crowley was the biggest dicks St. Moffat's had ever seen, he nurtured his little favorites and picked on students he didn't like. Students like Dean.
"Winchester! Hurry up, come sit down the front here." Crowley called pointing at Dean and gesturing him towards the front of the bleachers.
"You have got to be freakin' kidding me!" Dean grumbled as he grudgingly made his way towards the front of the pack of students and slouched down in-between two eighth grade students.
"Great! Now that we're all here let's get this party started." Crowley erupted with a malevolent grin, Dean groaned. Crowley continued to talk for about forty-five minutes, at least half of which Dean was sure he was asleep for.
"Is it just me or was that the most boring thing you ever had to listen to in your life." Dean shouted as he ran to catch up with the other boys.
"I don't know, I thought he had some valid points." Sam said cautiously.
"You'd say that about any teacher you nerd." Dean replied.
"Whatever Dean, I've got to go to class." Sam said walking off in a huff.
"Wait, Sam! We have class together!" the Doctor called running after Sam, "See you in English, Dean!"
Dean laughed as he watched the energetic boy run off after Sam, what an odd kid he thought.
"Come on Dean, we have biology." Cas said.
"Alright," Dean sighed. "See you later John, Sherlock."
"Bye Dean." John waved but Sherlock was already halfway up the hill towards his next class.
Dean and Cas turned and began their walk to biology as John ran after the taller boy striding away in his long black coat.
"So, Dean. What is your new roommate like?" Cas asked trying to sound natural, trying being the key word here.
"Cas, he's actually really cool, you should get to know him. His head is definitely up in the clouds, just like yours, I bet you'd get along great." Dean laughed tapping a finger lightly onto Castiel's nose. Cas blushed slightly.
"My head is not up in the clouds." He protested. Dean just laughed. God, Cas was so cute when he was mad. Wait, cute? Where is this coming from? Cas is just a mate Dean told himself and made a point of checking out a hot girls ass as she walked past.
Biology flew by especially considering the morning's assembly cut their class time in half. After the bell rang Dean and Cas made their way to English. English was Dean's favorite class, not because of the actual subject; Dean hated every subject and felt his time was wasted at school, he felt like his time would be better spent out making money. Sammy was the smart one in the family; Dean just wanted to fix cars. Dean only liked English because it was the one class that all his friends were in together. When Dean walked through the door he immediately spotted the other boys sitting up the back and quickly moved to join them.
"How was biology?" the Doctor exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Dean, the Doctor had been looking very bored sitting next to Sam who had already started taking notes on a lesson that hadn't even begun. Dean liked the Doctor. Dean got the feeling that he was very smart, but was the type of person who needed to be constantly amused.
"Boring as usual." Dean had an idea. "Say, you two didn't really get to talking properly yesterday. Cas, swap seats with me and meet the Doctor."
Cas looked slightly alarmed but did as he was told.
"It's Castiel right? That's an interesting name." the Doctor commented.
"Yes, my father named me. Dean calls me Cas, you can also call me this if you so desire." Dean could tell Cas was doing his best to be friendly, something that Cas ultimately struggled with.
"Alright, Cas it is." The Doctor cheered, Cas replied with a weak smile. Just as Dean was wondering if he was going to have to try to save the slightly miserable conversation his focus was drawn to the front of the classroom.
"Good morning!" Bellowed a loud and cheerful Scottish accent. Dean heard Sam gasp in a mixture of joy and surprise before he checked his timetable.
"I thought we we're supposed to have Mrs. Hudson this term!" Sam whispered excitedly to no one in particular.
"Now I know you were all expecting to have Mrs. Hudson this term but due to unforeseen circumstances she is taking over the administration and housekeeping department and I am going to be teaching you for the next year." The tall thin man in his well-cut brown suit looked excitedly into the faces of every student. "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Dr. Tennant."
Dean could see Cas shaking his head out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but laugh.
"Now! Shakespeare." Dr. Tennant shouted.
It was the best English class Dean could remember having, ever. Everyone seemed to actually learn about Shakespeare as well as having fun. Even Ruby and Meg, who would have to be the most stuck up girls in the grade, seemed to enjoy themselves.
The rest of the day passed in a confusion of introductions and pointless classes and before he knew what was happening Dean found he was walking away from great hall after dinner and heading towards the common room.
"Isn't Dr. Tennant just the best teacher ever?" Sam almost sighed.
"Looks like Sammy's got a little man crush." Dean teased.
"I don't! I just respect him as a teacher!" Sam spat back.
"No need to get so defensive."
"Shut-up Dean!"
"So. 'Doctor', how many schools exactly have you been to? My guess is in the mid to late teens." Sherlock asked the Doctor suddenly. Dean could see Johns face blushing and realized what Sherlock was about to do.
"How'd you know I've been to a lot of schools?" the Doctor quickly replied, having been caught slightly off guard.
"Well, it's obvious you've moved around a lot. Your clothes for one, those shoes are sold only in japan and that blazer is made from authentic lambs wool produced only in Avoca, Ireland. You're overly friendly personality and ability to talk to strangers with ease suggests you've had practice and the fact you haven't unpacked any of your bags yet suggests you don't usually stay in one place long enough to unpack. Not to mention…"
"Sherlock," John interrupted sensing that the Doctor was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Enough."
Sherlock went to open his mouth but after a reproachful look from John decided to close it again.
"Well, you're particularly observant aren't you?" the Doctor laughed.
"It is a unique skill I posses." Sherlock replied with the slightest air of pride.
Sherlock went on to explain to the Doctor all about his powers of observation, a conversation Dean had heard one to many times. He allowed his mind to wonder and soon found himself thinking about Crowley.
"Crowley sure is a dick." Dean said accidently interrupted Sherlock in the middle of his spiel. "I just mean he really is a smarmy bastard, isn't he?" Dean continued, ignoring the hole Sherlock was burning into him with his eyes.
"Dean, you just hate him because of what he did to you in eighth grade." Sam sighed as if this was the most boring topic in the world. Dean could feel himself beginning to get hot.
"What happened in eighth grade?" the Doctor asked. Cas coughed down a laugh after Dean shot him a sever look.
"Nothing!" Dean yelled standing up. "I'm going to bed."
He could hear Cas and Sam trying to stifle his giggles as he walked off.
After Dean walked off in a huff the group of boys had a moment of intense laughter, Dean was a great guy but he was slightly dramatic. After everyone had begun to catch their breath, Matt, or the Doctor as all members of the group were now calling him, started to feel his eyes droop. It had been a long and relatively eventful first day.
"So, how many schools have you been to?" Cas asked the Doctor quietly.
Everyone stopped to listen; even Sam stopped typing on his laptop and looked up from his homework.
"Well, not that many to be honest. My parents homeschooled me a lot before…" the Doctor trailed off and nobody pressed him for more information. After a moment of awkward silence he continued. "But I have lived in a lot of different places! Eleven different countries to be exact."
"That's a lot of countries." John exclaimed obviously interested.
"Where exactly have you been?" Sam asked
"Well everywhere really, Sherlock you were right about my shoes and coat, I've lived in Japan and Ireland, as well as Italy, China, Australia, and a couple of other places in Africa and Europe."
The other boys looked at Matt slightly in awe, although he couldn't quite understand why. For the next half an hour they pressed him for details about all the different countries he had lived in, not that the Doctor really minded, he had a lot a stories to tell. His parents had been writers, journalists for a company that specialized in finding big donors for aid programs and for the disadvantaged. When Matt was little he believed his parents were unstoppable superheroes, saving the world, unfortunately childhood fantasies don't often last.
"Okay, okay, guys I really should be heading off to bed." the Doctor said eventually.
"Come on, one more story." John pleaded.
"If I tell you everything you won't be interested any more and I will become boring!" the Doctor laughed. "Good night!"
"Good night." Cas said with what appeared to be a genuine smile.
The rest of the boys called good night as the Doctor walked off. He couldn't help but smile. Matt had almost always been alone, it's not that he particularly liked to be alone but he had become accustom to it. He was friendly, charismatic even and would always find one or two companions during his travels but eventually he would always have to leave and if he didn't, they did. Long-term relationships seemed like an unattainable prize made only for other people, but not for him.
"Hello Sweetie." A syrupy voice snapped Matt back to reality.
"Hello River. What are you doing here?" He said, turning around to see the blonde girl leaning against a large stone archway.
"I might ask you the same thing." She said as she started to move towards him. Matt felt his breath catch in his throat. She really was beautiful, but more than that she exuded confidence, making her so much more attractive. Suddenly she stopped.
"You don't remember me do you?" Matt thought he saw a flash of inherent sadness deep in her eyes, but it was gone before he could be sure it was there at all.
"I'm sorry River, I wasn't aware we had met before." He replied trying very hard to remain cool, calm and collected.
"Of course." She smiled innocently, but Matt could tell there was something else.
"Would you like to refresh my memory?" He whispered, taking a step towards River.
The girl simply looked at him before taking another step closer. Matt was painfully aware of how close they were standing, he could feel the heat rising in his chest. He examined the shape of her jaw and the way her neck curved into her shoulders and he couldn't help but imagine running his hands all the way down her back, touching every inch of her silky smooth skin. River merely looked up at him with those big, round eyes as her full, red lips slowly curled into a wicked smile. Matt tried to keep his breath steady and didn't allow one ounce of what he was feeling to show on his face, but he had the feeling that River could see right through him. River leaned in closer; Matt could feel her hot breath curling at his neck. He ran his tongue quickly across his lips, trying desperately to ignore that the warmth in his chest was steadily heading south.
"I was sorry to hear about your parents. They were good people." River said suddenly, shattering the tension surrounding the couple like ice.
"You knew my parents?" Matt stammered in shock, it was not what he was expecting.
"You better run along to bed dear, you look tired." River breathed before stepping back. Matt couldn't deny he was confused, but he decided to drop the conversation, it wasn't something he particularly wanted to talk about anyway. So what if this girl knew his parents and knew about their accident? People who travel as much as his family did were bound to make friends all over the world, River could be the daughter of anyone, it didn't mean anything.
"Sure," He said calmly. "Walk with me?"
"Of course, sweetie." Matt prayed he looked half as nonchalant as she did.
Matt put out his arm, River replied by linking hers through and they walked together in silence.
"Wait." River stopped him suddenly outside what appeared to be an empty classroom.
"What is it?" Matt said, suddenly on edge but River simply shook her head and held a finger to her lips. Matt listened, and suddenly he realized why she stopped. "Is that Crowley?" Matt breathed.
"Yes, but the question is what's he doing skulking around empty classrooms just before curfew and who is he talking to."
The pair moved closed to the classroom and Matt noticed that the door was slightly ajar, he strained his ears to hear the conversation.
"Well, Lucifer, my boy. That seems like the kind of request that I can attend to, for the right price of course." The British man spoke with an air of self-importance.
Matt looked at River with a questioning glance but she simply shook her head.
"Of course, name your price. I'll give anything." Matt heard a teenage boy's voice, one he could not remember hearing before.
"You soul." Crowley replied.
Matt wasn't sure if he had heard the head master correctly but when he looked at River he knew there was no mistake. Her eyes were so wide it might have been comical if Matt didn't believe he just heard his principal making a deal with a student for his soul. River took Matt's hand quickly and pulled him quickly down the corridor.
When they arrived at the entrance to the twelfth grade dorm rooms, where they would have to leave each other, River stopped and turned towards Matt.
"I don't think we should mention this to anyone, yet." River whispered, her voice serious.
Matt couldn't find the words to agree, he looked down trying to decide what they should do. Suddenly he felt lips lightly pressing down on his forehead and a soft hand gently touch his cheek. He couldn't help but close his eyes at the soft embrace.
"Goodnight sweetie." River whispered, pulling back.
By the time he opened his eyes she was gone.