Way Back When (Superlock) **ON HIATUS**

Chapter 1 - Way Back When We Began

The Student Housing building towered over John and his mother, shrouding them in a blanket of shadows as they prepared to send John off to college, not only separating mother and son, but best friends.

"I'll be fine, Mum." John assured his mother as he pulled his bags out of the trunk of the car.

"You've got everything? Clothes, shoes, books, toiletries?"

John sighed. "Yes, Mum." As John struggled under the weight of his luggage, a small book fell out of his pocket. His mother picked it up.

"The Hobbit? John Watson, haven't I told you better than to read crap fiction like this? It'll tell you the wrong things. Running around with dwarves and slaying dragons is not how you deal with life." John snatched the book out of her hands.

"Bilbo Baggins is a strong character. He stands up for himself and has taught me to do the same."

"At least it's not like the Doctor Who phase you went through as a boy. Thinking you're a Time Lord, pretending the couch is a TARDIS." She sighed, shaking her head.

"Now hurry along. If you get to you room before you roommate, you'll get your pick of bed."

John hugged his mother, said goodbye, and turned, heading towards the large building. Samuel Lawrence University was on the building in big, royal blue letters. John sighed.

"I'm going on an adventure."

***

The young, dark-haired boy wrapped his tan trenchcoat a little tighter and continued to stare out the car window as the snow-covered trees and buildings passed by. He saw a fallen beehive resting on the snow, broken open. Poor bees, he thought. They work so hard and all they get in return is hate.

The car slowed to a stop in front of the school. As Castiel got out, he grabbed the Polaroid that sat at his feet and hung it around his neck. He went around to the trunk of the car and opened it, pulling out his bags. His younger brother, Gabriel opened the back seat car door on the passenger side, chewing on a tootsie roll.

"Outta my way, Cas. I gotta grab my supplies so I can meet Mr. Shurley. I'm LATE!"

"That's Professor Shurley to you. And calm down, you're supposed to meet him at 11:00. It's only 10:00."

"Yeah, but, bro, I gonna hafta scope out the campus and pick up... girls." Gabe winked at Cas and put emphasis on the word "girls". By this point, their dad, Michael, had already gotten out of the driver's seat and was helping the boys with their bags, hence the winking. The DiAngelos' father had suspected Castiel was gay for a while now, but still thought Gabe was straight.

"That's my boy. You go get 'em, tiger." He ruffled Gabriel's hair, then pulled two bags out of the trunk and handed them to Gabe before closing the trunk.

"Okay. Cas, you head over to Student Housing and find your room." Cas headed off in that direction.

"Gabe, I'll drop you off at the Headmaster's office, then I'll go find your brother and say goodbye. Then, I'm gone." Gabriel nodded, and they started walking towards the building that held the Headmaster's office.

***

Sherlock Holmes sat in the taxi, dreading the place he was about to encounter. He wasn't a very social person. It can't be all that bad, he thought. As long as everyone stays as far away from me as possible, unlike last year.

He sat in silence, hands in prayer position, pressed against his lips, thinking. As he just began to dive into the depths of his Mind Palace, the large, confusing world where he kept all his important information, the taxi slowed to a stop in front of the Student Housing.

"Is this it?" The cabbie asked. Sherlock mumbled a "Yes," then procceded to pay the cabbie, collect his things from the seat next to him, and leave the car.

As Sherlock trudged across the snow toward his soon-to-be house, he noticed a few things. Like, for example, the fact that in New Hampshire (the location of the college), if the snow was freshly fallen, it would not be the sludge that soaked through his shoes and wet his socks.

He reached the door of the building, pulled it open, and ventured into the endless halls that were the Samuel Lawrence University Student Housing.

***

The Winchester brothers rolled up in Dean's beloved '67 Chevy Impala. He had spent the last three years fixing it up to be just as beautiful as it was in its glory days. Sleek, black paint job, shiny silver hubcaps, and the rumble of the engine as it pushed through the snow.

Dean got out first, running his hand along the roof of the car as he did so.

"See, Sammy? I told you it would work in the snow." Dean boasted with a smirk. Sam opened his door and stepped out of the car, rolling his eyes. He dug into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill, and slapped it into Dean's hand. Dean stuffed in his pocket, heading around the car to the trunk, opening it, and pulling out his bags. Sam did the same.

They closed the trunk, locked it and the car doors, then walked through the snow to Student Housing.