Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 2

            Dean Winchester hated angels; hated them with a burning passion. He thought they were all dicks with wings, especially that Michael. His brother Lucifer wasn't much better. As for the other angels – and there were more than Dean could ever hope to count – he didn't know much about. The only ones he actually knew were Michael, Lucifer, Zachariah, and Raphael, and neither of them were very friendly. Michael was arrogant, and self-righteous, and Raphael was so far up his brother's ass, that Dean was almost certain that one day the two of them would morph into one being. Lucifer was equally arrogant, but at the same time as more humble. He had a silver-tongue could easily win people over, and soft, puppy-dog eyes to go with it. Dean, of course, knew better than to buy into whatever Lucifer was trying to sell. Zachariah – who had once been Dean's partner for a Chemistry project – wasn't much better. It was clear after the first five minutes of working together that Zachariah believed that Dean the "human", as he had ungraciously called him, was incompetent of producing anything intelligent. The only bright side of working with him was that he did all the work, and Dean got an easy A. Of course, Dean still resented being treated like a mindless idiot.

            When Dean saw Castiel standing in the hallway, facing off with Crowley, only one thought came to mind: Look at this little shit. And he thought that with the upmost affection. Castiel was standing there across from Crowley wearing a tan trench coat of all things, with jaw set, and looking as if he was ready to jump into a defensive position at any moment. And it wasn't just that that got Dean's attention – it took balls to stand there in front of Crowley and a judgmental crowd and hold your own. Of course, Castiel had apologized, but he said it with a note of finalism, as if he didn't care whether the demon accepted it or not. Castiel had managed the situation relatively well . . . at least until Crowley began to threaten to "teach him a lesson". That was when Dean had to intervene.

            He didn't know why he did it. He liked to believe that it was because he loved giving Crowley a hard time whenever the opportunity arose. But he wasn't quite sure that that was what spurred him out to Castiel's rescue. There was something about that small, skinny, nerdy-looking angel that made Dean want to protect him in that moment. Then again, he didn't know that Castiel was an angel at the time. He hadn't heard him say his name to Crowley, and didn't know what he was until he had already saved the kid's ass.

            Yet, as he walked to first period, he still could not push the nerdy angel from his mind.

            As Dean walked into his Trigonometry class, he saw Michael and Lucifer already in class. The two brothers were on opposite sides of the room – Michael on the side parallel to the door, and Lucifer across from him. Lucifer was standing next to the school's demon-whore, Meg, which wasn't surprising. All the demons loved Lucifer for some reason, except Crowley. Crowley hated his guts, but then again, Crowley pretty much despised everyone, and yet still found ways to use them to his advantage. Lucifer seemed to be doing the same thing, just with a different strategy. Crowley offered something in return for their services, Lucifer simply sweet-talked them into doing what he asked.

            "Hey, Dean," a female voice snapped Dean out of his thoughts of angels and demons. He turned to see his best friend, and fellow human, Jo Harvelle standing there.

            "Hey, Jo," he replied with a smile. If there was one person on the planet apart from his younger brother, Sammy, that Dean loved, it was Jo. He didn't love her in a romantic way, but as a sister. Once upon a time, they had tried out the whole "romance" thing, but it didn't sit well with either of them. And Dean was fine with that. As much as he liked Jo, he liked partying and sleeping around more. He liked not being tied down by a relationship. He liked being free to wander wherever and do whatever he pleased.

            Jo returned the smile, and walked back to her seat in the back of the classroom. Dean followed, and claimed the seat beside her. Dean couldn't help but notice how Jo would glance in Lucifer's direction every now and them. At first, Dean was going to call her on it – maybe even tease her about it, but then he realized that she wasn't looking at the angel, but at the demon beside him.

            "You got a beef with Meg, or somethin'?" he asked, quiet enough so no one would overhear.

            The petit blond gave him a stern look and shook her head, only to falter a second later. "I don't know . . ." she sighed, her gaze drifting back to the red-haired demon. "I just . . . Every guy in this school notices her."

            "She's a slut, Jo," Dean pointed out. "Every guy that notices her is clearly just lookin' for a chance to get between her legs. And they know that she'll let 'em too."

            Jo looked away, trying to hide some emotion that Dean couldn't decipher. Before he could inquire about it, the final bell rang, signaling the start of not only the school day, but the first day of Dean's senior year. He couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over him. Yeah, he had about two thirds of a year left in this hell, but at least he wouldn't have to come back afterward.

            He saw Jo pull out a notebook from the corner of his eye and let out a small chuckle. Jo was a tomboy – always had been, always would be. But damn could she be a straight edge sometimes, especially when it came to schoolwork. Always the diligent student, she was. The classroom had pretty much filled up. There was a relatively even mix in this class – Dean and Jo were the only humans, but that was nothing new. Few humans attended Supernatural High, the main reason being that it might be emotionally scarring for most kids to be sent to a school where angels, demons, werewolves, vampires, and so forth were the norm. Some might say that the human kids that did go there were already messed up in the head, or at least would be by the time their four years were up, but Dean disagreed. Dean took pride in the fact that he went to a school full of monsters. He liked being one of the select few that, in his mind, were deemed strong enough to attend.

            Dean stifled a yawn as the teacher entered the room and introduced herself. He'd heard this introductory lecture before, and he'd hear it seven more times before the school day was out. He didn't know why the first day was so important anyway – it was a full day of nothing. Instead of sitting through one of his teacher's boring anecdotes about her life that she was clearly trying too hard to tie into Trigonometry, Dean put his head down and closed his eyes.

            As he began to drift off, Dean was surprised (and slightly disturbed) to find a nerdy angel in a trench coat occupying most of his thoughts.