A/N: In the last chapter I said that the characters were in the twelfth grade when they should be in year thirteen, although I live in England now I grew up in Australia and there is only twelve years of schooling. So, just to clarify, they are in their last year of school. Whatever that may be when you are from!
Anyway, I hated this chapter for a really long time so I hope it had turned out okay and you all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think!

John could feel eyes on him from the moment he woke up.

"Sherlock Holmes, were you watching me sleep?" John voice was groggy but his lips curled into a smile.

"I was simply observing." Sherlock replied quietly.

"I bet," John laughed softly, rubbing his eyes. "What time it is?"

"Twelve minutes past seven."

"That was very precise, thank you." John stretched out his muscles, he could still feel Sherlock's eyes on him, although the dark haired boy managed to look away the second before John turned towards him.

"We had better get dressed and go to breakfast." John sighed, slipping out of his bed.

"Can't we just stay here instead? I'm not even hungry." Sherlock moaned, sliding the covers of his bed a little closed to his chin.

"You may not be, but I am." John feigned annoyance and pulled Sherlock's covers back with a smile.

"Fine."

John admired Sherlock, he was talented and smart and John actually felt like he could be himself when they were together. Most people didn't respond positively to Sherlock's 'powers of observation' but John thought he was brilliant. Sherlock could make almost anyone squirm using his ability to tell almost anything about a person from a single glace, and John loved to watch his best friend at work. Most people thought of Sherlock as cold and disconnected, but when they were together Sherlock laughed, he could be funny, in his own special way. John wasn't sure what he did to make Sherlock loosen up, even if the change was ever so slight, but he had no intention of stopping. John just hoped he could be as good for Sherlock as Sherlock was for him because Sherlock was the best thing that had ever happened to John.

Upon arriving in the great hall the couple retrieved their breakfast. John spotted their usual group, and upon approaching them he immediately knew something was wrong. For a start River Song was sitting with the boys, despite disapproving looks from the other girls, and judging by the way her eyebrows were knotted together she was there for business, not pleasure.

"Morning boys." She managed in her usual calm demeanor, once she noticed John and Sherlock approaching.

"Good morning." John replied politely, while the pair took their place at the table.

"Okay, they are here now. Can you two spit it out?" Dean suddenly interjected. John noticed the meaningful look the Doctor and River shared before either of them spoke.

"Well," the Doctor started. "This is going to sound crazy, but you have to hear us out, okay?"
John looked to Sherlock but as usual his face gave nothing away, except possibly the mildest hint of curiosity.

"Crowley is making deals with the students." River said carefully. John didn't see why that seemed so crazy, Crowley might have been the head master but he did choose favorites, so what if he was helping kids get better grades, what could John and his friends do about it?

"That's not all though, is it?" Sherlock questioned the pair.
River looked to the Doctor again, for the first time since they had met John thought she looked as though she wasn't entirely sure what to say.

"He is making deals with the student. For their souls." The Doctor spoke a little too fast, like he was trying to rip of a metaphorical band-aid.

"Excuse me?" John spat, almost choking on his tea. "You are joking right?"

Something about the looks on their faces told him that the pair was not joking.

"But that's ridiculous." John laughed, looking around at the other boys for support. Unfortunately, he found none; in fact Castiel Novak and the Winchester boys looked less than surprised. They just looked at each other, more serious than John had ever seen them before; expect maybe for Castiel, who always looked serious.

"I know it sounds crazy but we know what we heard." River protested.

"You're not crazy." Sam whispered, barley audible.

"Excuse me? I think they are. Has every one at this table gone mad?" John asked, feeling completely lost and confused.

"No, they aren't." Dean replied sharply.

"You believe us?" The Doctors voice was halfway between confused and excited.

"We don't just believe you, we've dealt with this kind of thing before." Sam sighed, at first John though he was angry but from the way he was rubbing his forehead he looked more tired than annoyed.

"When, how?" River asked.

"Our dad deals with this kind of thing, it's like his job I guess. That's why he sent us here, because he is on the road so much." Sam explained.

"Well then what is it?" the Doctor asked. "What are we dealing with?"

The Winchester brothers exchanged looks, as though they were suddenly afraid of being accused as the crazy ones. However before they could answer a deep voice interrupted.

"We are dealing with a demon." Castiel said, as plainly as if he was asking someone to pass him the butter.

"You don't seriously expect me to believe that." John scoffed.

"Why wouldn't you believe it, it's the truth." Castiel asked him, his head slightly cocked to the side as if he couldn't understand why someone wouldn't believe something so simple.

"Demons? They don't exist. Sherlock, back me up here?" John suddenly turned to his best friend.

"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Sherlock muttered.

"Don't tell me you've lost it too." John cried.

"John, we may not have all the facts yet. This needs more investigation, it's true, but what other possibility is there?" Sherlock explained calmly.

"I… I don't believe it." John stuttered.

"Well you better start believing it, because we've got a problem on our hands boys, and I think we need to do something about it." River finally cut in.

"We need more information." Sherlock stated.

"Right," Dean suddenly interjected, his leadership qualities beginning to show. "River, Doctor you keep an eye on Crowley, find out if he's made any more deals or if he is still making them." The couple nodded in unison. "Sherlock and John, do some investigation and detective work, see if you can find out anything about Crowley, background, family. Did he teach anywhere else before he came here?" John opened his mouth to argue before Sherlock interrupted.

"We'll see what we can find." He said simply, to John's surprise. Sherlock usually didn't listen when other people told him what to do, but the older boy seemed almost eager. Well, as eager as Sherlock could get.

"Cas, Sam and I will look up the lore on this demon and see if we can find out how to deal with it." Dean added conclusively.
John looked once more around the table, everyone seemed happy with the jobs they had been assigned, and not one of them looked phased by the fact that there was possibly a demon walking around the school. More like controlling the school, John thought. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and wondered why it had to be them.

The day had been long. Dean had conflicting emotions about the news he had heard earlier that morning but he couldn't deny somewhere inside he was a little bit excited. He couldn't concentrate in any of his classes; all he wanted to do was start sorting out this demon crap, but walking around the school, knowing what he did, made him feel kind of important. Never the less Dean was beyond grateful when the last bell finally rang. Dean walked straight to the common room but the only person he could find was Cas, the pair hung out until dinner. Dean liked Cas, there was something about him. He might not give away much, but he was easy to talk to and always sincere.

At dinner Dean tried to ask the other boys if they had seen or heard anything. River and the Doctor shock their heads but John gave him a look that simply said 'not here'. Sam never showed up for dinner and after about half an hour Dean began to worry.

"I wonder where Sam is." Dean muttered, pushing the peas around on his plate.

"I saw him studying in the library before I came here," John remarked. "He must have got distracted, forgot the time."
Dean nodded but couldn't shake the uneasy feeling. After they had eaten Dean demanded they go by the library to find Sam, but he wasn't there.

"He's probably gone back to the common room." The Doctor offered and sure enough as soon as they stepped into the common room door Dean could see him. He felt a rush of relief wash over him.

"If you're researching this demon thing, I think you're taking it a little to seriously." Dean joked, taking the seat next to his brother.

"I'm not." Sam replied curtly.

"Well, have you had a chance to look anything up, you've missed eating, you must have looked up something?" Dean asked slightly confused. Sure, Sam studied a lot, but not this much.

"I'm busy, okay Dean?" Sam sighed.

"What's your problem man?" Dean could feel the heat slowly rising in his cheeks, he didn't want to get mad at his brother, but Sam just knew exactly how to piss him off.

"You Dean. You are my problem." Sam suddenly slammed his laptop shut.

"What did I do?" Dean retorted.

"Dad sent us here for a reason and you know that. So we didn't have to deal with this shit. So we could be normal. Can't you see that Dean? He doesn't want this life for us. I don't want this life. I just want to happy!" Sam cried.

Dean scoffed, "And what's going to do that for you? Study? Your little girlfriend."

"Actually yes." Sam said picking up his things and beginning to walk off.

"Don't you walk away from me!" Dean yelled, suddenly not caring that the whole common room could hear their conversation.

"You don't own me Dean. Just leave me alone. I don't want to be a part of this stupid little crusade of yours. You're all going to get yourself killed, or worse expelled!" Sam spat across the room before running up the stairs and out of sight.

Dean was seeing red, he mad a move to follow his brother before he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.

"Dean, let him go." It was Cas, Dean found his voice soothing and he started to calm down.

"Cas, I need to talk some sense into him!" Dean protested. Cas simply took him by the arm and led him back towards Dean's room. Dean could tell the others were confused, probably shocked at Sam's behavior, he didn't understand why his own brother was being such a prick. When they arrived at the room Dean tried to unlock his door but his hands were shaking so much from anger he couldn't do it. Once again he felt a soft hand on his arm.

"Let me." Cas said simply and Dean silently thanked god for sending him such a perfect friend.

Once inside Cas sat on the bed but Dean couldn't be still.

"Dean, sit down." Cas said, breaking the silence.

"Cas, I can't. I'm just so pissed." Dean knew that walking around his bedroom was just making him more anxious but he couldn't help it.

"Dean, you need to calm down." Dean knew Cas was trying to help, but it just pissed him off more.

"Why should I? Sam doesn't care. He doesn't care about this school, or the people here, he doesn't care if people get hurt! He doesn't care about me, he just wants to play lawyer and make out with Jessica." Dean was fuming; he wanted to shake some sense into his brother. Of course Dean loved Sam but he couldn't believe the younger boy could be so ignorant.

"Dean." Cas' gravely voice was loud and powerful, demanding respect.

"Cas you don't understand…" Dean started.

"Of course I understand," Cas sighed. "You know my brothers don't agree on anything, you know what they are like so please don't tell me I don't understand."

Dean stopped walking around the room and looked at Cas. The younger boys eyes we're still as blue as ever but to Dean they looked icy.

"I'm sorry Cas." Dean sighed, his angry slowly being replaced by guilt.

Cas sighed and started towards Dean, looking at him with those big blue eyes, his full lips pursed together. Dean suddenly forgot why he was angry and couldn't help but notice the way Cas's hair stuck up like he'd just rolled out of bed, he didn't mean to be he couldn't stop watched as Cas moved towards him, his movements so fluid and graceful. Suddenly Cas stopped, he cocked his head to the side in the quizzical manner that asked 'Why are you looking at me like that?' and it was so cute that Dean couldn't help but smile.

"I don't understand why you're smiling." Cas sounded confused but it just added to his cuteness.

"I'm just glad I've got you." Dean chuckled. Cas' lips moved into a silent "Oh" as his cheeks turned bright red. Dean took a step forwards. "What would I do without you?"

Cas looked like he didn't know what to say, his full, pink lips were puckered into a silent question he never asked but Dean didn't care. He couldn't stop staring at them. Dean realized that the pair was standing slightly closer than natural but he still didn't care, he wanted to be close to his best friend, he wanted to feel his warmth. Dean knew that these thoughts were strange but he was too engrossed in the moment to care. He couldn't stand it any longer, in one quick movement he slid his arm around the younger boys waist and pulled them together, pressing their lips together at the same time. The feeling was wonderful, soft but strong and although it took Cas a moment to respond when he did, he did so hungrily. He felt Cas' hand on his neck and realized that he was pulling them closer together.

Suddenly Dean realized what he was doing, and pulled away sharply.

"Cas, what are you doing." Dean questioned sharply.

"Is that some kind of trick question?" Cas looked slightly confused but a small smile stayed on his lips. Dean just shook his head. "Well you kissed me, and I responded." Cas laughed nervously.

"I didn't kiss you." Dean spat back.

"Then what was that?" Cas looking more confused and Dean wasn't sure but he also looked a little hurt.

"I'm Dean Winchester, I don't kiss dudes." Dean replied angrly. He didn't know why he was saying this, obviously he kissed Cas and it had been the best kiss of his life, so why was he being such a dick.

"Sorry to disappoint Dean, but you just did." The hurt was evident in the younger boys voice.

"Cas, get out of here." Dean mumbled.

"Are you kidding?" Dean could hear Cas's voice crack with would he could only assume was pain.

"Cas, just leave." Dean shouted back.

It took Cas a moment to respond but one he registered what Dean had said he turned on his heals, slamming the door on the way out, leaving Dean in the room all alone.

Dean sunk down onto his bed and buried his face in his hands. What am I doing? He thought. Cas was his best friend, why would Dean kiss his best friend? He wasn't even gay. Dean tried to be angry at Cas for responding to the kiss but all he could think about was the look in Cas' eyes when Dean told him to get out.

"What am I doing?" He repeated out loud.

Matt milled awkwardly in the hallway outside his room, he didn't want to interrupt Dean and Cas but they had arrived back from dinner later than usual and he really needed to get started on his homework. Just as he was contemplating knocking on the door Cas run out of the room so fast he ran into Matt and they both ended up on the floor. Matt was slightly confused until he saw Cas' face.

"Woah, hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly, helping Cas up off the ground.

"I don't want to talk about it." Cas mumbled, obviously holding back tears.

Before Matt had a chance to respond Cas was gone, running down the hall towards his own room. Matt wasn't sure he wanted to go into his room, if Cas was acting like that he assumed Dean wouldn't be much better. When he entered the room, however, Dean was simply sitting on his bed looking rather blank. Matt wasn't sure what to say so it was a relief when Dean spoke first.

"So, did you end up finding anything else out about Crowley?" Deans voice was soft, but Matt could tell he was looking for a distraction.

"Well, River and I haven't been able to tail him to see if he was making any more deals but so far it seems like Lucifer is the only one. Sherlock mentioned that he was having trouble finding anything out about his life before working here, he also made a point of saying that this was unusual, especially for him." Matt tried to be enthusiastic but couldn't help noticing that his roommate's attitude towards their mission had changed slightly. He seemed less interested and simply nodded at the new information that was presented to him.

"But I'll let you know if anything comes up." Matt said, deciding now would be a good time to start his homework and leave Dean to his own thoughts.

Matt worked late into the night, although plenty of this time way spent procrastinating, planning more adventures for when he graduated. He imagined asking River if she would like to go traveling with him, she had informed him that she was extremely interested in ancient Egypt and wanted to become an archeologist. It was only when Matt heard Dean snoring around midnight that he decided it would probably be wise to try and get some sleep. He soon drifted off into dreams of taking River to the Pyramids in Egypt and River being so grateful that she kissed him right there, in front of the ancient structures.