Superwho High.
summary: Superwho high school alternate universe... What more could you possibly want from life?
author's notes: Okay, so I confess, finally: it's not set in a high school. Why? Because I'm English and have no freaking idea what the hell goes on in those schools. As far as I can tell, it's nothing like what we have going on here. So the closest I was going to get would be our secondary school, but it's been four years since I left the damn place and I don't remember what goes on there, either. SO it's set in a college. A little more description for our American friends, inasmuch as I can translate:
kindergarten = pre-school
then to primary school, until age 11 (mandatory)
from 11-16, secondary school (mandatory)
then college, from varying ages, typically 16-19 but I know people who've enrolled at 20 or 21 (optional)
then university, at roundabout the same age as college, plus a little older (optional)
Oh, I'm shit at explanations. Possibly someone can do it better, if they want to try. I'll leave this at the beginning for anyone to refer back to later, if necessary. Just enjoy 'kay
If some supernatural genie popped up right here, right now, and granted him three wishes, Sam Winchester would ask only one thing: peace. Unfortunately for him, peace wasn't an option.
He wasn't even sure how Cas had persuaded him to come in the first place. Any McDonalds on any given day will be packed at lunchtime, but if you have the luck to get a location near a college full of broke students, you've got a recipe for your very own fast food mosh pit. And he had work to do.
"What's that?" Doc slid into the cushioned bench beside Sam and lifted a corner of the thick textbook spread over the tiny table. "'Diffusion and Ecological Problems: Modern Perspectives'... 'Interdisciplinary Applied Mathemat-' Jesus, Jimmy. You get an A for learning the title?"
Sam shifted the textbook away from him, shrugging. "If only. I've got to get through this by next week."
"I still think it's stupid to take so many courses." Doc flashed a grin across the table as a greeting to Cas, who was steadily devouring his way through a burger, though he still took the time to say through a mouthful, "That's what I keep telling him..."
"Budge up." The familiar female voice joined them, and Sam slowly shifted his book over and pushed himself further into the corner. Doc followed him, moving further along, to give Amy a chance to slide neatly in beside him with a tray full of junk food which she dumped on the table, letting Doc nick one of the cokes before she reached over to lift up a corner of Sam's textbook. "Maths again? I thought it was maths last week?"
"No, that was history." Doc supplied in between slurps. Rory, who'd been tailing Amy, looked in despair at the full bench before dragging a loose chair over to sit on.
"Come on, Sam. This lunch was scheduled for guessing the play."
"What play?" The glazed look in his eyes clued her in to the fact that his head was elsewhere, and she reached around the Doctor to smack him on the arm.
"The big play! The one we're supposed to perform for everybody, the one we're charging poor innocent people who don't know better to come and see."
"Oh... Yeah." Sam rubbed his arm, thoughtfully. "Can't we just wait and see?"
"Oh, come on, it's way more fun to guess. Isn't it, Doc?" Amy glanced towards Doc, then giggled. A half-disgusted, half-enthralled look had spread over his face, and he seemed riveted by Cas, across the table.
"How do you eat so much?" Doc leaned forward, and Cas shrugged, munching his way through his second - or third? - burger.
"I just really like burgers."
Doc sat back, exhaling slowly. "There's nothing else for it. We've gotta stop coming here, or Cas is gonna explode."
"Agreed." Sam nodded, hiding a smile at the look of disbelief on Cas' face. His mouth hung open, and Amy grimaced at the half-chewed mouthful of burger still in there.
"Eww! For God's sake, put it away."
Cas swallowed, then continued, apparently genuinely distressed, "You can't! Burgers are my livelihood!"
They all laughed, and Sam slowly closed his book. He wasn't getting any more done, especially now that Doc was describing in graphic detail how Cas would explode burger blood and start shitting chips. Amy almost choked on a french fry of her own, and Rory was enthusiastically thumping her on the back.
But he was surprisingly okay with it.
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"Hmm... Gonna struggle and drop out halfway through the first year." Doc said quietly, but loud enough for Rory to turn to him, protesting.
"That's mean! You can't- say that..."
Doc spread his arms in a slightly apologetic manner. "I'm not saying it's definite! I'm just reporting what the fates tell me."
"Yeah, but you're, like... unnaturally good at this." Amy pointed out, smirking. They were playing one of their favourite games, which they often pulled while sitting outside a cafe or at the beginning of any school year. Picking any random person who walked past, they would try to guess at a life story, based on only what they could see. Doc usually ended up winning, guessing things that Amy and Rory never even considered. He even creepily predicted future events, apparently - or so he claimed - from the way their arms moved when they walked.
At the moment, they were sitting in the front row of the theatre that would serve as their classroom for the next two years, in which the class itself was slowly assembling. Rory and Amy had been sitting together there first when Doc had arrived, and obliviously inserted himself in between the steady couple to sit in the middle seat.
Another student pushed his way through the door and plodded up the stairs, arms laden with books. The three of them once more slipped into quiet mode, and Doc watched the newcomer intently.
"...Overacheiver." He finally decided, as the kid struggled to a seat in another row.
"Well, anyone could've guessed as much." Rory dismissed, "Parents?"
Doc snuck a quick look at the boy who was in the process of trying to fit the books into his already overstuffed bag, and was clearly a year or two younger than any of them; then shook his head. "No. Look at the way he packs his bag... He's naturally smart. He's doing it to himself."
Amy raised her eyebrows, settling back into the her seat. "What's he doing in here, then? I mean, drama class... It's not exactly what most people consider intellectual."
Doc gave her a brief glance, then looked away. "Who knows? Pad out a CV? Get some social interaction in him? Could be anything."
They sat for a second or two in companionable silence, before the door opened once again and a girl and boy, clearly a couple, strolled in. The boy was tall and lanky, with dark brown hair that seemed to defy gravity and equally dark eyes; the girl pretty and blonde, with a wide smile, and they seemed to just fit together. Amy didn't notice Doc's face darken, or feel him slide down in his seat until his head was resting on the back of the chair, but she did notice when he started making his guesses, quite loudly.
"I bet this guy's a bastard who hates family and prefers getting drunk with his friends to actually take a precious few minutes out of his important day to meet someone who he really should get to know."
The dark-haired boy, in the process of scanning the seats for somewhere to sit, scowled at Doc as he heard his voice, and tugged the hand of the girl beside him to sit on the opposite side of the room, and a few rows back. Amy and Rory exchanged an alarmed glance, then Amy turned to Doc.
"You don't... know each other from somewhere, do you?" She patted him gently on the arm, speaking in a faux-light voice.
Doc's eyes followed the teen across the room, until they sat, studiously ignoring him. Resting his head against the back of the seat and stretching out his legs, he folded his hands together across his chest and appeared completely at ease once again as he grinned at Amy. "Of course not. What could possibly have given you that idea?"
"Just... seemed like you might've known him, from... somewhere." Rory awkwardly stared at his own shoes. Amy was watching the guarded expression on Doc's face carefully, obviously unconvinced.
"Come on. We're your best friends... You know you can tell us." Doc took one more brief look at the boy and his girlfriend before shaking his head decisively.
"Nope. No idea who he is."
She rolled her eyes, and sat back. "Fine. You don't have to tell me."
Doc seemed unconcerned by this. "Thanks! That's nice of you. Come on, we're missing some good ones. I was going to explain how one girl was going to use college to give herself a new start and try to cover up her previously 'demonic' ways-"
"All right, folks. This here's your drama class; it's a two year course, 'n' we got some good stuff planned for you and hopefully you'll all make it to the end. My name's Bobby Singer, and I hope y'all like where you're sitting because you'll have those seats for the rest of the year." The curious scruffy-looking man, who appeared to be their teacher and looked ridiculously out-of-place for a drama class, was watching the expressions on the class range from annoyance to wary acceptance - but Amy was more preoccupied with Doc's enraptured expression.
"Isn't his accent amazing?" Doc hissed to her, and she barely suppressed a broad grin.
"Kidding. That was a joke. No one cares where you sit." A couple of people tittered nervously, and 'Bobby' opened the folder he was holding and pulled the lid off a pen. "College is gonna be pretty different to whatever schools you went to... But one thing that never changes is the register. Here's how it works: I call your name, you tell me how your friends always call you Awesome McDouchebag, I ignore you but odds are by the end of the year that ends up bein' your default anyhow. Castiel DeCaelo."
The class shifted nervously, some looking around at their neighbors as if to try and decode these mysterious words. Bobby repeated it. "Castiel. She around?"
One teenager a few rows back, sitting next to the boy with all the books, suddenly jerked upright. "Oh! Oh, uh... Cas. That's me, that's my name. Cas."
Amy, Doc and Rory twisted around in their seats to see who was speaking, and Amy leaned closer to Doc. "He was..."
"Daddy issues."
"Right..."
Rory leaned in, "That's one student now and one teacher who're American... Isn't that a bit weird?"
"I s'pose..." Doc said thoughtfully, as the next couple of names were read out.
"Martha Jones."
"Here, sir."
A pretty young girl with dark skin leaned forward, and when she sat back Doc could see she was one of now three girls sitting around the dark-haired boy who'd glared at him earlier. One was the blonde who was still all over him, and the other was a red-haired girl who looked a few years older than the rest.
"No 'sirs' in this class. College is a bright and shiny new way o' doing things. Donna Noble?" Bobby squinted at the register in his hand. "Hit 'N' pretty quick... All the names down the ass-end of the register this year, huh?"
"Here, just Donna'll do, thanks." The girl with the red hair spoke up. Doc was one of only two in the class who wasn't turning to scope out every different person as their name was called, but he couldn't help but notice that 'Cas' seemed to be the other.
"Amelia Pond?"
"Oh! Er, just Amy. That's me." Rory smiled at Amy over Doc's head, and she gave a reassured smile back at him, feeling the eyes of the other students on her. They moved on quickly, though, as Bobby called through a couple more names, before reaching Rory, who was even more awkward, and then the boy with all the books ("Sam Winchester?" "That's me, si- Bobby."), who Doc was still glancing towards curiously, and then-
"Curtis W-"
"That's me, hello!" Doc waved his hand slightly, as though he'd been waiting for his name to be announced simply so he could interrupt. "Forget that's my name, most people just call me Doc. Don't know why, you'd have to ask them."
Amy somehow found himself nodding vigourously. "It's true. He did a pretty good impression of that guy from Back to the Future once in pre-school and somehow it stuck."
The dark-haired boy whose name they still didn't know was the only one in the class steadfastly looking away from them; the rest seemed mildly curious, except Cas, who seemed to be in his own world. "Okay, 'Doc' it is... Tennyson Wyman?"
"Uh, Ten. Just Ten, it's quicker." Amy turned, hearing the light Scottish lilt of the dark-haired boy, and reached over the seat to hold up her hand.
"Aha, fellow Scotsman! High-five, come on!"
Ten hesitated for a second or two, glancing at the two she was sitting with, then gave in and removed his arm from around his girlfriend's (Tulip or Lily or something, Amy hadn't been listening) waist to return the high-five. "Best accent in the universe, aye?"
"Finished?" Bobby's arms were folded around the register, as he watched Amy slide delicately back into her seat. "Great. Can we get started?"
The lesson was mostly spent listening to Bobby detail what would be involved over the course, what would be expected of them, and what the college rules were. By the time the bell rang, an hour and a half later, the class was still collectively wading through the information - all except Sam, who seemed to have most of it before, and Doc, who only half-listened wherever he could help it. Bobby finished what he'd been talking about quite abruptly, and dismissed them for the day - "He moves pretty fast for an old man," Doc remarked, marvelling at the speed with which Bobby left. As Rory 'casually' slipped his arm around Amy's waist as the three were leaving the classroom, Doc was still half-heartedly trying to fit most of his things back into his bag, when they were suddenly distracted by the sounds of shouting from further down the corridor.
"Shut up, okay? Just shut up!"
"...Dean..." At a whisper, Amy turned to see the younger boy, Sam, standing behind them, staring in the same direction - only looking far more horrified, his face white. "What..."
She had no time to question what was going on before something slammed into her side with some force and a straggle of her hair blew into her face and stuck to her lipstick. She barely caught the item before it hit the ground but wasn't quick enough to stop half the contents falling out, realising it was Doc's bag - Doc himself had practically flown down the corridor, and had braced himself against a teenager in a beaten-up leather jacket who seemed ready to start swinging punches at another student.
"You don't - know - anything - d'you hear?!"
The other guy snigger deliberately, almost goading him, "Apparently, neither do you."
Doc had wrapped his own arms around the guy with the jacket - Dean? - trying to pull him back, away from the brewing fight, but Dean barely seemed to notice he was there, only that there was someone in his way. "Just shut the fuck up, okay, you have no idea what you're talking about."
"Whatever you say-"
"Yeah, I do say-"
Once Dean had stopped pushing so hard against him, Doc finally got the traction to pull Dean away completely - they were the same age, but Dean was taller, and much stronger - and Dean finally noticed Doc had saved him from a possible court case when they were finally clear from the sniggers of the other student and his group, heading back up the corridor and towards another, smaller one.
"Who the fuck are you-"
"Just come with me for a minute, I know your brother-"
"You know Sam?" Dean glanced around and saw several people staring, obviously unused to the kind of excitement that had just taken place. "-The fuck are you looking at, huh? Hey, Sammy!" His face broke into an immediate grin as he caught sight of his brother, whose face was burning as he buried it in his bag, pretending not to notice his older brother. "Sam! Sammy!"
Doc tugged on his arm and pulled him away, and Dean followed, a little reluctantly. Half of their drama class had stalled right outside the doors and there were several other students dotting the corridor, all chattering excitedly about what had just happened, as they began to break up. Amy reached over to pat Sam gently on the arm, giving him a sympathetic smile.
"Hey, it's okay. Doc'll talk to him, he'll be all right."
Sam pulled his arm away and swung his rucksack over his shoulder, a little too forcefully, with a face like stone. "It's just what he does. Ever since he got kicked out of school... You can tell your friend not to bother. Thanks, but no thanks." He turned abruptly and headed for the doors, and Rory moved to stand beside Amy.
"I hate playing that stupid game... He always wins."
author's notes: Okay, so I confess, finally: it's not set in a high school. Why? Because I'm English and have no freaking idea what the hell goes on in those schools. As far as I can tell, it's nothing like what we have going on here. So the closest I was going to get would be our secondary school, but it's been four years since I left the damn place and I don't remember what goes on there, either. SO it's set in a college. A little more description for our American friends, inasmuch as I can translate:
kindergarten = pre-school
then to primary school, until age 11 (mandatory)
from 11-16, secondary school (mandatory)
then college, from varying ages, typically 16-19 but I know people who've enrolled at 20 or 21 (optional)
then university, at roundabout the same age as college, plus a little older (optional)
Oh, I'm shit at explanations. Possibly someone can do it better, if they want to try. I'll leave this at the beginning for anyone to refer back to later, if necessary. Just enjoy 'kay
If some supernatural genie popped up right here, right now, and granted him three wishes, Sam Winchester would ask only one thing: peace. Unfortunately for him, peace wasn't an option.
He wasn't even sure how Cas had persuaded him to come in the first place. Any McDonalds on any given day will be packed at lunchtime, but if you have the luck to get a location near a college full of broke students, you've got a recipe for your very own fast food mosh pit. And he had work to do.
"What's that?" Doc slid into the cushioned bench beside Sam and lifted a corner of the thick textbook spread over the tiny table. "'Diffusion and Ecological Problems: Modern Perspectives'... 'Interdisciplinary Applied Mathemat-' Jesus, Jimmy. You get an A for learning the title?"
Sam shifted the textbook away from him, shrugging. "If only. I've got to get through this by next week."
"I still think it's stupid to take so many courses." Doc flashed a grin across the table as a greeting to Cas, who was steadily devouring his way through a burger, though he still took the time to say through a mouthful, "That's what I keep telling him..."
"Budge up." The familiar female voice joined them, and Sam slowly shifted his book over and pushed himself further into the corner. Doc followed him, moving further along, to give Amy a chance to slide neatly in beside him with a tray full of junk food which she dumped on the table, letting Doc nick one of the cokes before she reached over to lift up a corner of Sam's textbook. "Maths again? I thought it was maths last week?"
"No, that was history." Doc supplied in between slurps. Rory, who'd been tailing Amy, looked in despair at the full bench before dragging a loose chair over to sit on.
"Come on, Sam. This lunch was scheduled for guessing the play."
"What play?" The glazed look in his eyes clued her in to the fact that his head was elsewhere, and she reached around the Doctor to smack him on the arm.
"The big play! The one we're supposed to perform for everybody, the one we're charging poor innocent people who don't know better to come and see."
"Oh... Yeah." Sam rubbed his arm, thoughtfully. "Can't we just wait and see?"
"Oh, come on, it's way more fun to guess. Isn't it, Doc?" Amy glanced towards Doc, then giggled. A half-disgusted, half-enthralled look had spread over his face, and he seemed riveted by Cas, across the table.
"How do you eat so much?" Doc leaned forward, and Cas shrugged, munching his way through his second - or third? - burger.
"I just really like burgers."
Doc sat back, exhaling slowly. "There's nothing else for it. We've gotta stop coming here, or Cas is gonna explode."
"Agreed." Sam nodded, hiding a smile at the look of disbelief on Cas' face. His mouth hung open, and Amy grimaced at the half-chewed mouthful of burger still in there.
"Eww! For God's sake, put it away."
Cas swallowed, then continued, apparently genuinely distressed, "You can't! Burgers are my livelihood!"
They all laughed, and Sam slowly closed his book. He wasn't getting any more done, especially now that Doc was describing in graphic detail how Cas would explode burger blood and start shitting chips. Amy almost choked on a french fry of her own, and Rory was enthusiastically thumping her on the back.
But he was surprisingly okay with it.
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"Hmm... Gonna struggle and drop out halfway through the first year." Doc said quietly, but loud enough for Rory to turn to him, protesting.
"That's mean! You can't- say that..."
Doc spread his arms in a slightly apologetic manner. "I'm not saying it's definite! I'm just reporting what the fates tell me."
"Yeah, but you're, like... unnaturally good at this." Amy pointed out, smirking. They were playing one of their favourite games, which they often pulled while sitting outside a cafe or at the beginning of any school year. Picking any random person who walked past, they would try to guess at a life story, based on only what they could see. Doc usually ended up winning, guessing things that Amy and Rory never even considered. He even creepily predicted future events, apparently - or so he claimed - from the way their arms moved when they walked.
At the moment, they were sitting in the front row of the theatre that would serve as their classroom for the next two years, in which the class itself was slowly assembling. Rory and Amy had been sitting together there first when Doc had arrived, and obliviously inserted himself in between the steady couple to sit in the middle seat.
Another student pushed his way through the door and plodded up the stairs, arms laden with books. The three of them once more slipped into quiet mode, and Doc watched the newcomer intently.
"...Overacheiver." He finally decided, as the kid struggled to a seat in another row.
"Well, anyone could've guessed as much." Rory dismissed, "Parents?"
Doc snuck a quick look at the boy who was in the process of trying to fit the books into his already overstuffed bag, and was clearly a year or two younger than any of them; then shook his head. "No. Look at the way he packs his bag... He's naturally smart. He's doing it to himself."
Amy raised her eyebrows, settling back into the her seat. "What's he doing in here, then? I mean, drama class... It's not exactly what most people consider intellectual."
Doc gave her a brief glance, then looked away. "Who knows? Pad out a CV? Get some social interaction in him? Could be anything."
They sat for a second or two in companionable silence, before the door opened once again and a girl and boy, clearly a couple, strolled in. The boy was tall and lanky, with dark brown hair that seemed to defy gravity and equally dark eyes; the girl pretty and blonde, with a wide smile, and they seemed to just fit together. Amy didn't notice Doc's face darken, or feel him slide down in his seat until his head was resting on the back of the chair, but she did notice when he started making his guesses, quite loudly.
"I bet this guy's a bastard who hates family and prefers getting drunk with his friends to actually take a precious few minutes out of his important day to meet someone who he really should get to know."
The dark-haired boy, in the process of scanning the seats for somewhere to sit, scowled at Doc as he heard his voice, and tugged the hand of the girl beside him to sit on the opposite side of the room, and a few rows back. Amy and Rory exchanged an alarmed glance, then Amy turned to Doc.
"You don't... know each other from somewhere, do you?" She patted him gently on the arm, speaking in a faux-light voice.
Doc's eyes followed the teen across the room, until they sat, studiously ignoring him. Resting his head against the back of the seat and stretching out his legs, he folded his hands together across his chest and appeared completely at ease once again as he grinned at Amy. "Of course not. What could possibly have given you that idea?"
"Just... seemed like you might've known him, from... somewhere." Rory awkwardly stared at his own shoes. Amy was watching the guarded expression on Doc's face carefully, obviously unconvinced.
"Come on. We're your best friends... You know you can tell us." Doc took one more brief look at the boy and his girlfriend before shaking his head decisively.
"Nope. No idea who he is."
She rolled her eyes, and sat back. "Fine. You don't have to tell me."
Doc seemed unconcerned by this. "Thanks! That's nice of you. Come on, we're missing some good ones. I was going to explain how one girl was going to use college to give herself a new start and try to cover up her previously 'demonic' ways-"
"All right, folks. This here's your drama class; it's a two year course, 'n' we got some good stuff planned for you and hopefully you'll all make it to the end. My name's Bobby Singer, and I hope y'all like where you're sitting because you'll have those seats for the rest of the year." The curious scruffy-looking man, who appeared to be their teacher and looked ridiculously out-of-place for a drama class, was watching the expressions on the class range from annoyance to wary acceptance - but Amy was more preoccupied with Doc's enraptured expression.
"Isn't his accent amazing?" Doc hissed to her, and she barely suppressed a broad grin.
"Kidding. That was a joke. No one cares where you sit." A couple of people tittered nervously, and 'Bobby' opened the folder he was holding and pulled the lid off a pen. "College is gonna be pretty different to whatever schools you went to... But one thing that never changes is the register. Here's how it works: I call your name, you tell me how your friends always call you Awesome McDouchebag, I ignore you but odds are by the end of the year that ends up bein' your default anyhow. Castiel DeCaelo."
The class shifted nervously, some looking around at their neighbors as if to try and decode these mysterious words. Bobby repeated it. "Castiel. She around?"
One teenager a few rows back, sitting next to the boy with all the books, suddenly jerked upright. "Oh! Oh, uh... Cas. That's me, that's my name. Cas."
Amy, Doc and Rory twisted around in their seats to see who was speaking, and Amy leaned closer to Doc. "He was..."
"Daddy issues."
"Right..."
Rory leaned in, "That's one student now and one teacher who're American... Isn't that a bit weird?"
"I s'pose..." Doc said thoughtfully, as the next couple of names were read out.
"Martha Jones."
"Here, sir."
A pretty young girl with dark skin leaned forward, and when she sat back Doc could see she was one of now three girls sitting around the dark-haired boy who'd glared at him earlier. One was the blonde who was still all over him, and the other was a red-haired girl who looked a few years older than the rest.
"No 'sirs' in this class. College is a bright and shiny new way o' doing things. Donna Noble?" Bobby squinted at the register in his hand. "Hit 'N' pretty quick... All the names down the ass-end of the register this year, huh?"
"Here, just Donna'll do, thanks." The girl with the red hair spoke up. Doc was one of only two in the class who wasn't turning to scope out every different person as their name was called, but he couldn't help but notice that 'Cas' seemed to be the other.
"Amelia Pond?"
"Oh! Er, just Amy. That's me." Rory smiled at Amy over Doc's head, and she gave a reassured smile back at him, feeling the eyes of the other students on her. They moved on quickly, though, as Bobby called through a couple more names, before reaching Rory, who was even more awkward, and then the boy with all the books ("Sam Winchester?" "That's me, si- Bobby."), who Doc was still glancing towards curiously, and then-
"Curtis W-"
"That's me, hello!" Doc waved his hand slightly, as though he'd been waiting for his name to be announced simply so he could interrupt. "Forget that's my name, most people just call me Doc. Don't know why, you'd have to ask them."
Amy somehow found himself nodding vigourously. "It's true. He did a pretty good impression of that guy from Back to the Future once in pre-school and somehow it stuck."
The dark-haired boy whose name they still didn't know was the only one in the class steadfastly looking away from them; the rest seemed mildly curious, except Cas, who seemed to be in his own world. "Okay, 'Doc' it is... Tennyson Wyman?"
"Uh, Ten. Just Ten, it's quicker." Amy turned, hearing the light Scottish lilt of the dark-haired boy, and reached over the seat to hold up her hand.
"Aha, fellow Scotsman! High-five, come on!"
Ten hesitated for a second or two, glancing at the two she was sitting with, then gave in and removed his arm from around his girlfriend's (Tulip or Lily or something, Amy hadn't been listening) waist to return the high-five. "Best accent in the universe, aye?"
"Finished?" Bobby's arms were folded around the register, as he watched Amy slide delicately back into her seat. "Great. Can we get started?"
The lesson was mostly spent listening to Bobby detail what would be involved over the course, what would be expected of them, and what the college rules were. By the time the bell rang, an hour and a half later, the class was still collectively wading through the information - all except Sam, who seemed to have most of it before, and Doc, who only half-listened wherever he could help it. Bobby finished what he'd been talking about quite abruptly, and dismissed them for the day - "He moves pretty fast for an old man," Doc remarked, marvelling at the speed with which Bobby left. As Rory 'casually' slipped his arm around Amy's waist as the three were leaving the classroom, Doc was still half-heartedly trying to fit most of his things back into his bag, when they were suddenly distracted by the sounds of shouting from further down the corridor.
"Shut up, okay? Just shut up!"
"...Dean..." At a whisper, Amy turned to see the younger boy, Sam, standing behind them, staring in the same direction - only looking far more horrified, his face white. "What..."
She had no time to question what was going on before something slammed into her side with some force and a straggle of her hair blew into her face and stuck to her lipstick. She barely caught the item before it hit the ground but wasn't quick enough to stop half the contents falling out, realising it was Doc's bag - Doc himself had practically flown down the corridor, and had braced himself against a teenager in a beaten-up leather jacket who seemed ready to start swinging punches at another student.
"You don't - know - anything - d'you hear?!"
The other guy snigger deliberately, almost goading him, "Apparently, neither do you."
Doc had wrapped his own arms around the guy with the jacket - Dean? - trying to pull him back, away from the brewing fight, but Dean barely seemed to notice he was there, only that there was someone in his way. "Just shut the fuck up, okay, you have no idea what you're talking about."
"Whatever you say-"
"Yeah, I do say-"
Once Dean had stopped pushing so hard against him, Doc finally got the traction to pull Dean away completely - they were the same age, but Dean was taller, and much stronger - and Dean finally noticed Doc had saved him from a possible court case when they were finally clear from the sniggers of the other student and his group, heading back up the corridor and towards another, smaller one.
"Who the fuck are you-"
"Just come with me for a minute, I know your brother-"
"You know Sam?" Dean glanced around and saw several people staring, obviously unused to the kind of excitement that had just taken place. "-The fuck are you looking at, huh? Hey, Sammy!" His face broke into an immediate grin as he caught sight of his brother, whose face was burning as he buried it in his bag, pretending not to notice his older brother. "Sam! Sammy!"
Doc tugged on his arm and pulled him away, and Dean followed, a little reluctantly. Half of their drama class had stalled right outside the doors and there were several other students dotting the corridor, all chattering excitedly about what had just happened, as they began to break up. Amy reached over to pat Sam gently on the arm, giving him a sympathetic smile.
"Hey, it's okay. Doc'll talk to him, he'll be all right."
Sam pulled his arm away and swung his rucksack over his shoulder, a little too forcefully, with a face like stone. "It's just what he does. Ever since he got kicked out of school... You can tell your friend not to bother. Thanks, but no thanks." He turned abruptly and headed for the doors, and Rory moved to stand beside Amy.
"I hate playing that stupid game... He always wins."