Behind Closed Doors: A Superwholock Fanfiction

Dean hesitantly stepped out of his 1967 Chevy Impala, wincing at the loud children squealing with glee as they flung their arms around their friends. Dean rolled his eyes. Another long year at yet another boarding school, he thought as he heard his little brother, Sammy, slam the door of the black car and run around to the trunk. "Hey, Bitch! Don't you dare scratch my baby!" He scolded, dashing around the car to grab his brother, ignoring his protests, and scooping him up in his arms. "Put me down, Jerk! I'm trying to look cool!" The fourteen year old protested.

The freshman boy looked up at his senior brother, wide eyed. His brother's bright green eyes scanned the school grounds. The two boys grabbed their bags out of Dean's trunk and began the trudge up to their rooms. "What's your room, Dean?" the little brother nonchalantly asked.

Dean looked at his card. "221E" He muttered.

Sam looked at his own card. "221C. How is it that we always get put near each other? There really should be something against that."

The taller dirty blonde brother rolled his eyes. He knew the two were always put near each other on Uncle Bobby's request. Bobby was their legal guardian after their father was killed during a hunting accident. Not a normal hunting accident though. A special hunting accident. A monster hunting accident. Before their father had died, he had been a monster hunter. Dean sighed as he looked down at little Sammy, the only real family he had left, and laughed, "Well, go on Sammy, open the god damn door! Or would you rather just stand out here all night?" Sam unlocked the door.

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"Now, don't forget to call! Oh, and write! Oh, and don't get into any trouble! Don't skip classes! Don't have sex!-"

"Mother!" John Watson blushed in embarrassment as his mother repeatedly smoothed down his hair.

"Oh, Johnny, I'm just worried about you!" She cooed.

"Mum, I've told you, it's John, not Johnny!" He yelled, pulling himself and his bags away from his mother.

His mother kissed his forehead and waved goodbye. She cried as she got in the car and drove away. "Thank god..." John muttered to himself.

John attempted to find his room. "221B..." He trailed off as he looked up and saw the three shiny numbers followed by the silver letter. He looked at the dorm next door and saw two boys, one with spiky, dirty blonde hair, and one exceedingly tall one with long brown hair, turning the door knob handle. "Hi!" John piped up and the two looked at him.

"Hi! Looks like were neighbors!" the tall one smiled and shook John's hand, "I'm Sam and this is my brother, Dean, who's staying down the hall."

"John. John Watson. Nice to meet you. What year are you?" John asked, making conversation and trying to make friends with the two Americans.

"I'm a senior and Sammy here is a little freshman." Dean spoke up, trapping his brother in a head lock and choking him playfully.

"Let go, Jerk!"

"Never, Bitch!"

John, taken aback a bit, backed up. American culture is weird..., he thought. "Okay, then... Nice meeting you two! I'll see you around, I guess..." John awkwardly opened the door and slunk inside.

John yelped as he saw a slender boy with curly black hair hanging upside down from one of the beds, stark naked. "Oh god!" he laughed nervously and covered his eyes. "For the love of god, put on some pants!"

The boy opened his eyes. "Shh! I'm thinking!"

"Well, can't you think with clothes on!" John yelled, closing the door. So far, he had only met three kids at this school, and they were all psychotic.