Collision - A Supernatural FanFiction

Monday mornings were always boring.  School, despite the amazing concept, was tedious: teachers were rude and incompetent, students were egotistical cretins.  The law classroom was appropriate for its subject - dull and brown, with unevenly varnished wood enclosing the everlasting coldness of the room.  Students filed in, unaware of the absence of their teacher yet again.  As they waited for their teacher to arrive, everyone decided to engage in their own insignificant conversations debating a range of things from school rugby, to why that person was going to wind up pregnant.  In the brief ignorance to life outside of school, it seemed important…all of it did.  Some kept to themselves though.  Those 'some' being two friends who disliked and judged the rest of the arrogant members of the class.  One of the girls always dressed the same: she always wore dark vest tops, with the same colour skinny jeans and combat boots, accessorised with a green army-style jacket, in which the girl practically lived.  A dye covered hand ran its way through her lilac hair as she caught eye contact with her old friend in front of her. 

"Lydia, what did you do to your hair?"

"I dyed it…" The girl replied in an uneasy tone, forcing herself not to blush at the sudden attention from the class.

"It looked way better before."  A smirk grew on her former friend's face as he watched her nervously look down at her hands in an attempt to ignore the unwanted consensus of the other boys in the class.

"Well it's good that I'm not looking for your approval then."  Grinning, she met his gaze once more.  It was strange because this lesson was the only time they really spoke to each other, and when they did, they flirted in this manner.  Lydia silently laughed as she thought of the expression on Sarah's face if she found out her boyfriend was flirting with someone other than her. 

"Ok guys, just leave it now,"  Lydia's friend, May, warned.  She, along with everyone else in the room, could feel the sexual tension between the two hormonal teenagers begin to rise as they both attempted to stare one another down.

An awkward cough broke the momentary silence, and all eyes turned to face the source.  Two large men dressed smartly in cheap suits accompanied the head teacher of the college.  All had grave expressions on their faces, however the students were too concerned with finding out who the two men were. Despite the supposed mystery surrounding the two men, Lydia recognised them almost immediately: both tall and handsome with similarly green eyes.  First looking at them, the similarities in height and appearance may cause one to assume that they were brothers, however Lydia knew better; these men were actors who were chosen to portray brothers who killed supernatural things for a living, yet despite her knowledge, she did not know why they were currently at her school.  

As they introduced themselves as Agents Rogers and Stark, Lydia smirked in a confused fashion as she wondered why they used an alias to introduce themselves, but she respected their use of Marvel superheroes.

"Guys, your teacher was reported missing by her family last Saturday."  An overwhelming silence came over the room as the class were informed of their teacher's disappearance, "Now, guys, Agents Rogers and Stark would like to individually ask you all some questions as you saw her the Thursday before she went missing.  Shall we do this alphabetically, so there is some sense of order?"  The head teacher rhetorically asked.  "May, would you please go with the gentlemen next door?"

As May left the room, the speculation began. Some of the theories were absurd, for example one was that she had voluntarily joined a prostitution ring in Wales, and another was that a dragon had hatched and kidnapped her whilst she was shopping for more shoes.  One by one, students were questioned.  Alex, the boy Lydia was flirting with, came back calling the agents 'Yanks' and questioning why they brought over 'dumb' Americans to do the job, then he tried to defend himself, claiming that he wasn't being xenophobic against Americans when it was pretty blatant that he was. 

Finally, it was Lydia's turn to be interrogated by these actors.  Entering the room, Lydia was met by two harsh, yet somehow welcoming, stares which silently instructed her to sit down.  Taking a sip of the water they had provided, Lydia decided not to embarrass herself in front of these men but after greeting them politely, she honestly asked, "I don't want to be rude, but why are you here?" 

Chortling slightly, the largest man said, "Excuse me?"

Feeling moderately flustered, she repeated herself: "Why are you here?  I mean, you're actors.  Why are you investigating this if this is a real case?"

The other, slightly more handsome man (to Lydia), raised an eyebrow in both confusion and amusement, "Actors?  We're not actors, we're members of the FBI, completing a case for Scotland Yard."

"Is that what it says in the script?"  Lydia cocked her head as she stared at them skeptically.  She didn't believe a word that was coming out of their mouths and did not understand why they were not admitting to their real identities.  However, their confusion was convincing, as they exchanged a look that could hold an entire conversation.  With a cautious tone in her voice, she continued, "You're Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.  You play Sam and Dean in the show 'Supernatural'."

"We don't know what you are talking about Miss West, but could you please stop wasting our time as your teacher is missing."  When the smaller green-eyed man said that, Lydia felt guilt wash over her.  Maybe her teacher was really missing, and this wasn't some sick prank.  She decided to play along with the charade.  She answered the questions and acted politely, however she couldn't help but wonder what the two men were to say behind closed doors.  As she answered the final question, she internally came to the conclusion that she would 'forget' her phone.  So, after subtly turning on the voice record app, she gently placed her phone on the floor whilst she was reaching for her jacket.  Lydia rose from her seat and was thanked by the two agents.

"I'm sorry about before.  It was really disrespectful when all you are trying to do is find my teacher."

The tallest member of the pair smiled appreciatively while the other nodded, finding it difficult to accept this seemingly genuine apology.

Before summoning the final student, the two agents appeared to be having a heated discussion; the topic unknown.  Just as they called the final name, Lydia rushed back into the room, "Hi, sorry, I dropped my phone."  Smiling innocently, she bent down to get her phone and switched off the app.  Before leaving, she noticed the tiny micro expressions on both of their faces: the smaller and older one looked worried, with a hint of belligerence lingering on the corners of his eyes, whilst the taller and younger man looked concerned, yet she saw evidence of hope on his entire face - perhaps he was hoping that she wouldn’t uncover any of the content from their previous conversation.  

After leaving the room Lydia did not engage with the continuing speculation and worry from her class mates. Instead she isolated herself in the corner of the foyer, just listening in shock at the conversation stored on her phone:

"Dean, how the hell does she know what we do?" 

"She doesn't.  She thinks we're actors, remember?"

"Yeah, but this is like when Balthazar sent us here before; people recognised us as those actor guys.  To be honest, I'm surprised none of the other students did."

Agreeing with Sam, Dean replied with so much hatred in his voice, "I hate Crowley.  I hate that guy so much."

"Dean…" Sam warned him that if he was too loud, everyone outside would hear, yet this did not phase Dean, "Why does he have to be picking off humans from this world?  Time-travel or world-hopping - whatever you want to call it - is as bad as flying, especially if it's overseas."

The conversation continued, mainly with Dean's gruff voice complaining about Crowley, however Lydia became the topic of conversation again:  "Seriously Dean, what are we going to do about that girl?  Are we going to have to talk to her about this?"

 "I don't know.  She knows us which is kind of bad, but she thinks we're actors.  We could just play to what she knows," Dean suggested.  Both did agree, however, that she could also be acting as she dressed and behaved like a hunter.  When she heard this, Lydia smiled to herself but soon came to realise that the confrontation with the Winchesters was inevitable.