The Bridge Between Worlds : A Teen!Superwholock AU

Ch.1 : The First Day

The sun shone brightly in the light blue sky, as a rusty, yellow bus pulled up off the main road and onto the pavement. As it drove around the miniature road, it stopped as it reached the entrance of the enormous high school. The bus doors shakily creaked open as handfuls of preteens and older stumbled out of the hot and stuffy ride. Pushing and shoving, laughing and yelling, the kids jumped onto the concrete and headed towards the open doors of the school. After most of the most excited and jumpier kids exited the bus, a few more dragged themselves out. Among these few was a boy. Muscular, tan, but short in structure: John Watson. He sighed as he jumped off the stairs and the bus doors closed behind him. The aching bus screeched as it drove off, leaving John to decide what to do next.
"I hate new schools..", he mumbled, half to himself.
Forcing himself to move forward, he pulled his backpack higher onto his shoulders. One step at a time, he looked around the large schoolyard and saw kids of various ages waiting for their classes to start.
'Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot...', John thought to himself as he dragged himself to a nearby bench. Sitting himself down, he sighed in relief as he dropped the heavy load off his back.
He closed his eyes, maybe he could rest for a few minutes. After all, he did wake up extremely early just to catch the bus and-
"Excuse me!"
Never mind
John opened his eyes to see a small, blond-haired girl staring down at him.
"Are you Watson, John?", she asked.
Sleepily, John replied,"Yeah..".
The blond girl reached out her hand, "I'm Rose. Rose Tyler. I'm part of this leadership group thingy here, and I'm supposed to show you around school today!".
John scratched his eye with his left hand and shook Rose's reaching hand with his right, "Yeah, okay. Sure".
Rose smiled brightly, "Alright, we should get started then." She pulled out a clipboard from her backpack, "So..I got your schedule right here...", she looked as if thinking immensely to herself.
"Ah! Here we go, your first class is english! I know exactly where that is." She motioned her hand and said, "Follow me."
John didn't assume he had a choice in this matter. He didn't want to start an argument with a girl on his first day though. He had nothing better to do anyways, so he followed her into the large brick building.
As they walked down the hall, John saw blue lockers, stained with graffiti from previous years. Farther down the long corridor, he saw two large doors that lead to the cafeteria. He saw smaller doors with multiple teachers' names on them that lead to other classrooms.
"Now which one of these is the english room..Oh, here it is!", Rose exclaimed.
John looked up to see a beat up door that had the name "Mr. Brown" on it. They both peeked inside the classroom to find it empty. "Not much of a surprise there," Rose stated sarcastically, "the bell hasn't even rung yet."
Coincidentally, a sudden ringing echoing throughout the hallway indicated the beginning of classes.
"There's the bell! I'll see you after this class to show you where the next one is. Bye John!", Rose ran off to get to her own class on time before John could even say "Later".
John stood there for a moment, pondering what just happened. But he shrugged it off and entered the empty classroom.
It wasn't long until the teacher came in. More and more students filled the class as the second late bell rang. Everyone sat at their two-seated tables, each student paired with another.
As everyone gradually quieted down, the teacher stood up, grabbed a piece of chalk, and wrote his name on the board. After finishing, he turned to face the class,"My name is Mr.Brown," he said, "I will be your english teacher for the rest of the school year. Throughout the year, we will be learning about proper grammar, how to make essays, and blahblahblah blah blahblah blah blah.."
John let his mind drift off to other things as he looked around the dusty classroom to see the other students. He himself sat in about the middle of the classroom. The kid who sat next to him was buried in the english textbook, looking up every once and awhile to listen to the teacher's dull speech. The kid was obviously the same age as John, but he was much taller and had long shaggy brown hair that nearly went down to his shoulders. He wore plaid, and that was about as much as John could figure out about him.
He looked around and behind him, a kid with a smug grin and short brown hair..Another with slick brown hair and a sticking-out chin..And another in the very back, tall, dark curly hair, 'Does everyone here have to be taller than me?', John thought to himself.
He turned back around, hearing his name being called.
"Mr.Watson!"
"Huh- Yes sir?", John replied nervously.
The teacher glared at him and continued calling names, "Sam Winchester."
'He was just calling role? Thank goodness..' John thought to himself in relief.
"Here!", the tall boy next to John shouted.
Kind of a funny last name: Winchester...
"Dean Winchester"
A voice from the back of the room replied, "Sup."
The teacher continued calling role as John drifted off back into his own thoughts.
Some first day this is turning out to be.

***

The bell finally rung. Never before had the sound of ringing sounded so delightful in Dean's ears. He shot up from his desk, grabbed his backpack, and jogged out of the old classroom. He waited outside the rusty door for his younger brother. He was probably still putting his notes in his binder, the nerd.
He watched as Sam shuffled out of the class, still stuffing papers into his backpack frantically.
Dean chuckled, "Taking notes on your first day Sammy? You're such a dork."
"Haha, very funny," Sam replied, "You'll be wishing you did take notes when you fail your finals, AGAIN."
Dean laughed in reply and started walking down the hall with his little brother.
He looked around and saw a blond chic talking to some nervous-looking kid, then heading down the opposite direction. 'The kid must be new or something and has that kid girl show him around. Lucky kid, she's a real looker', Dean thought to himself.
"Hey! Did you hear me Dean?"
Sam was waving his hand up and down right in front of Dean's face.
"Ah-What, what? What is it?!"
"I asked if you want to repeat a grade again like last year. And the year before."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Oh, shut up Sam."
Sam chuckled as they reached their next class.