The Day that Supernatural Got Schooled

Part 4: The Cute Boy and the Big Change

"What is going on?" Lately that has been the story of my life. I press my fingers onto the invisible barrier.

"I do not know," Sam says eyeing Dean, but I can tell there is something he is not telling me. I guess I will just have to stick around to find out. At least the view won't be bad if you know what I mean. I took one look at Sam and I could feel my heart flutter. The way his soft brown eyes were clouded with sadness but life. Or the way his brown hair cascaded down his face. What are you doing? You have never felt any connection with human being besides with fictional characters. Now look at yourself you are swooning over an actual person. Hmmm... Interesting.

A wave of realization hits me like a ton of bricks. What about the school?

"Hey boys, umm, not that this doesn't suck already but why were you guys at my school?"

"Son of a-."

Cas jumps up and slaps his hand over Dean's mouth and whispers something in his ear. With Castiel's hand still on his mouth they look deeply into each other's eyes. I ship it. They look so cute together and arrrggghhh..... Nicole stop fangirling. But I love it. Shut up Nicole. You are insane Nicole. Just shh I am trying to live my to figure this out. Dean instantly turns pale and Cas slowly takes off his hand from his face.

"It is okay I do not mind French."

"He was not speaking French," Cas says quizzically," I speak French; Comment allez-vous?"

"It is a metaphor. It means that I do not mind bad words. I do not really know French. I am in high school you would not believe the stuff I hear."

Cas's head is still tilted sideways. He is obviously confused. Suddenly a whoosh goes by and we are back in my school. There is no one there besides Dean, Sam, Castiel, and me.

"Whatever you do, do not turn around." Dean stares behind me and I feel the hairs on my neck stand up to attention like thousands of tiny soldiers. I want to turn around so badly. But something is holding me back. I look at my neck and there is a tiny tattoo on my neck where I know it was not there before.

"What the bloody hell is this?!" I say pointing to my neck. Dream Boat (aka Sam) rolls his eyes and turns to Castiel. "What I needed to do it. We can't control her otherwise."

I feel myself shrink into a tiny ball. I wish I had Sherlock here to figure this out for me. I don't really care anymore. Today is a day to do whatever they say.

Sam picks up a gun and aims it right to the side of my head. If he were to fire it would possibly miss me put it would be a risk. "Duck!" I fall straight to the floor and the sound of the gun leaves my ears ringing. The feeling of mist falls onto my face. A person with a misty figure seems to come out of the mist. I don't remember much after that. The first thing I remember after the person was being carried in pair of strong arms looking at my entire school on fire. I will never come back to this place.

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