AN: I'm just editing and reposting stuff here at the moment, and I accidentally deleted my original author's note :/ I presume it was something along the lines of please forgive me for any mistakes, I love you if you read/review/follow this and disclaimer: obviously SPN is not mine, else CW would be airing porn.

Dean Winchester was no stranger to new schools. What, with dear old dad being a hunter, he and Sammy got dragged around with a new school every couple months. Which meant that it wasn't that strange for him to be wandering through some corridor, looking for some classroom long after the bell had rung. He didn't have a fantastic sense of direction, okay! Double checking the timetable he'd been given, he walked up to room E7 and heard a deep voice, muffled by the door, but still distinguishable as completely suitable for a phone sex operator.

"Sorry Mr. Smith, but I have an appointment. Balthazar can grab anything I miss" Dean heard it say before the door swung, putting him face to face with the biggest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen.

"Woah". He hadn't realised he'd said it out loud until the other boy spoke.

"What are you looking at?" he spat before stepping around Dean and walking away.

"Well, what a dick" Dean thought as he turned to walk into the class.

For the first time he could remember, Dean's dads hunt had coincided with the start of a school year, meaning that when Dean walked into the room, he was interrupting what sounded like a well-prepared lecture on the importance and difficulty of the senior year. At the raised eyebrows he got from the teacher, Dean strode further into the room saying

"Sorry mister, I'm new and got lost". The teacher huffed in disbelief and exasperation before pointing Dean to a seat near the back. As he walked to his seat, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the terrified expressions on all but three of the faces in the room. Apparently almost everyone was really taking the teacher's lecture to heart.

A piece of paper slid across his table, the words 'new kid' printed at the top.

"So, you're new. What's your name? I'm Jo." Glancing across the table he saw a girl watching him read her note. Tall, slim, blonde. He grinned before looking down to scrawl back.

"Hi Jo. I'm Dean. So, what's with this teacher? Doesn't he know that he's supposed to be teaching us ancient languages, not lecturing us on senior year?" While he waited for her reply he got a chance to look around the room. About sixteen terrified faces, eyes wide, some looking a little ill, and three people barely paying attention. Jo he already knew; the other two were a tough-looking black guy, and a curly-haired brunette.

"Who are those two in the back left?" he wrote to Jo.

"Oh, them. The guy is Gordon Walker. Complete thug idiot – can't believe they let him take ancient languages. The girl is Bella Talbot. She's supposed to be a junior, but she's super smart, so they put her up a grade. Total bitch." was the reply he got back a minute or so later.

"Mister Winchester, I presume" he heard coming ominously from the front of the room. "Care to help us out here?" Mr. Smith was saying, gesturing to the board. "Translate". He knew he was being used to make an example of, but when he looked to the board Dean almost laughed. It was a passage in latin talking of God. A passage that was also used in demon exorcisms.

"Regna terrae cantate Deo, psallite Domino qui fertis super caelum caeli ad Orientem Ecce dabit voci Suae vocem virtutis, tribuite virtutem Deo. Kingdoms of the Earth, sing unto God, Praises to the Lord that carry above the sky of heaven to the East. Behold, He sends forth His Own Voice, the Voice of Virtue, Attribute the Virtue to God." Looking back to the shocked teacher, he smirked. "That right, Mr. Smith?" Frowning, the teacher replied

"Yes. Very good Mister Winchester", just as the bell for lunch rang.
"So, Dean, where're you from?" quizzed Jo as they headed to lunch.

"Everywhere and nowhere I suppose" he replied.

"Ha! A mysterious one. I think everyone's gonna like you." she laughed as she quirked her eyebrow. Smirking, Dean continued "My dad's job takes us all over the place, so we're never anywhere for long enough for it to feel like home. It doesn't really bother me – on the road, living the free life. But my little brother Sammy struggles."

"What year is he?" Jo enquired. "Maybe I know someone who can help him out with settling in here."

"He's a sophomore. You know anyone who could help?"

He watched as she thought about it before suddenly snapping her fingers with a grin.

"Anna. Her older brother works with my mum sometimes. Nice girl. She can help out."

By the end of the day Dean was so ready to get back to the dingy flat they'd got a three month rent for, stretching as he walked out to his baby to wait for Sam. For the first time, their dad had let Dean keep the Impala, instead taking one of Bobby's old fixed-up trucks on the hunt.

"Yo, Sammy! How was your first day?" Dean enthusiastically crowed as his fifteen year old brother dragged himself up to the car. Throwing his bag into to back, he miserably replied

"Dean, why can't we just stay in place? I hate moving schools. I always just make friends, and then we move again."
"Yeah, I know kid. But, this girl I met today says that she knows a girl in your grade who would be happy to help you find your feet. At least until you settle in, y'know. Her name is Anna."

"Sure Dean. Thanks for the instant-friend" Sam replied sarcastically.

"Wow. Your day was that bad? Sorry kiddo"

"No, it's fine. Can we just get back to the flat"

"Sure Sammy"

The next day at school Dean found himself spending lunchtime in the cafeteria sitting with Jo and a couple of her friends – Chuck, Becky, and Ash.

Chuck seemed nice. Bit out of it, possibly drunk, probably high, but a good guy all the same. Becky was a little... enthusiastic, however, Dean felt that maybe that much excitement could be entertaining if you could channel it properly. Ash, the one sporting a god-awful mullet, was stretched out on the seat. He looked over to Dean who seemed to be trying to fit an entire burger in his mouth.

"Dude, you're gonna choke yourself."

Dean shook his head and held up a finger. There was a challenge in his eyes. They seemed to say "No, just wait for it". It was another couple of seconds before he managed it, but he finally got the whole burger in his mouth, and promptly began to chew the thing into a very visible chunk of what looked like mince. He turned his head to show Jo who held a look of revulsion on her face.

"That's disgusting Dean!"

Ash was cackling like a mad man, while Chuck and Becky seemed unsure as to whether they were revolted or amused. Once they'd both managed to regain a regular breathing pattern, Ash turned to Dean.

"You, my man, are pretty awesome. I'm having a party on the weekend. You'll come? There'll be booze, girls, music" with a sideways glance towards Chuck he quietly added "And if he comes, probably dope."

"I dunno, I've got my little brother to look out for..." Dean replied.

"Bring 'im along. Or get him to go to a friend's house or something"

"Ash, I am no way in hell bringing my baby brother to a party where I am likely to get drunk and or high"

It was at this point in the conversation where Jo chimed in with "I'll talk to Anna. I'm sure she'd be happy to let Sam crash on her floor for one night"

Dean shrugged in agreement. "If Sam's happy with it, that'd be great." A tap on his shoulder made Dean turn. "Speak of the devil. Sammy! How're you?"

A slightly bemused Sam replied "Name's Sam. Dean. Not Sammy. And I'm good. Just wanted you to meet Anna. I was hoping that I could hang out at her place on Saturday?"

It was only then that Dean noticed a pretty little red-head staring at him like he was one of the guys on the posters that probably lined her bedroom walls. It was more than a little unnerving.

"Uh, hi." He stuck his hand out to shake hers. "Dean"

She smiled back at him, holding out her hand. "Anna"

Looking back at his table he noticed Jo had a smirk on her lips, and Ash looked like he was trying not to laugh. Oh god. What had he got himself into here.

Finally answering Sam's earlier question, Dean said "Yeah, that would actually be great if you could hang at Anna's." Adding a note of pleading to his voice he continued "maybe even staying the night? 'Cause I was thinking of going out to a party. But only if you're okay with it!"

A little frown settled onto Sam's brow as he opened his mouth to talk, but Anna quickly interjected with a bright smile. "That'd be great! I hope you have fun at the party."

She flashed a grin at Jo before grabbing Sam's arm and heading off to find a table for their lunch period. As soon as the younger two were out of earshot Jo and Ash burst out laughing.

"Dean, honey, I don't know how to break it to you, but your little brother's new best friend was looking at you like you were the answer to all her prayers."

Turning with a little swagger Dean replied "I know, I'm just irresistible!" After catching a glimpse of the clock, he continued on. "Guys, I don't know how to break it to you, but we are now all ten minutes late. Jo, how does Mr. Smith like lateness?"

The laughter slipped from her voice. "Oh shit".

"Miss Harvelle, Mister Winchester. Late for any particular reason?" Mr. Smith grumbled as the two rushed into the room. Jo just mumbled a quick "Sorry" before moving to her seat. In that time, Dean had been looking at the faces in the room, and noticed the blue-eyed boy from the previous day.

"Mister Winchester!"

Not one for subtlety or restraint, he winked at blue-eyes and responded to Mr. Smith.

"A little busy sucking cock. Lost track of the time."

Identical looks of disgust passed over the faces of Mr. Smith and blue-eyes.

"Yes, thank you for the vulgarity. Please sit."

Smirking, he fell into his seat beside Jo.

"Why, Dean? Why? You couldn't possibly just say that you lost track of time or something?"

"Oh no. Much more fun this way. So, who's blue-eyes over there?"

"Blue eyes? Oh, you mean Castiel. Good guy. Smart, funny, well-liked. Bit of an enigma."

Seeing the mischievous look on Dean's face she warned "No! Don't even think about screwing with him. He could make your life here hell."

Resignedly Dean responded. "Fine Jo. I'll be good. But seriously, what's with the name Castiel?"

Sighing like she'd been over this with every new kid there ever was she answered "very religious family. They all got angel names, the six of them. But Castiel and two others are estranged from the rest. Live in a flat with the third eldest. Don't ask why, no one knows for sure."

While Dean was interested, he knew when was the time to stop pushing, and so dropped the matter. Though not before suggestively sucking on the pen in his mouth while he knew Castiel was looking.