Not everybody liked overly smart freshmen. Sam Winchester figured that out pretty quick. 

He also figured out that when you correct a senior in your Calculus class, that senior gets pretty pissed at you, and forms a rapidly quick plot with his friends on how to get back at you.

But shoving someone inside of a locker is pretty much impossible, especially when that someone is as tall and awkward as Sam Winchester, so the seniors settled for Plan B.

Plan B was pulling his pants down and shoving him into the girls bathroom. A classic.

Ha ha. So funny. He'd have to compliment the seniors on their amazing sense of humor the next time he saw them.

So that was how Sam found himself sprawled out on the bathroom floor, redder than a stop sign, with his jeans around his ankles and four high school girls gaping down at him.

One girl screamed and ran out of the room, yelling about perverts and such.

The second burst out laughing and ran after the first one, yelling at her to calm down.

And the last two girls, one with brown hair, one with red, kept standing there, heads slightly tilted as they stared at him. Then the brown haired girl gasped.

"Oh my dad, you're SAM WINCHESTER, Aren't you?!?" She screeched, running over and helping him up. Sam fumbled with his pants, now three times as embarrassed because why the hell does bathroom girl know his name, shit.

"Uh, yes?" He admitted, and the girl flailed her arms wildly.

"Oh my gosh, no wonder Gabriel was ranting about you!" She insisted.

"Hannah!" The red headed girl hissed, her eyes going wide.

"Shush, like he hasn't made a move already," Hannah grinned and then held out a hand. "I'm Hannah Novak. You have Spanish class with my brother, and I think we have gym together but I usually skip gym so that's probably why you haven't noticed me before." Sam shook her hand.

"Gabriel's your brother?" He questioned. Well, that already explained a lot.

"Well, one of them at least. I've got like a bajillion brothers, right Charlie?" The redhead nodded.

"Too many," She insisted. "Trying to get into the bathroom is a nightmare."

"Why do you think we've taken over one at school?" Hannah asked, rolling her eyes. "Anyways! It's nice to officially meet you, Sam. Do you like Lawrence so far?"

"Uh, yeah," He admitted. "I mean, I used to live in Lebanon, so we'd visit here sometimes since it's not too far, but the people are nicer here."

"So true- do you like bets?" 

"What?"

"Do you want to wager something with me?"

"Depends on what we're wagering."

"We have gym later, and Coach ALWAYS makes us run laps, so I'll make a bet with you. If you can outrun me, I'll answer any question you want, but if I outrun you, you have to ask a question to anyone I want. Deal?" Sam frowned.

"Somehow this feels like I'm being set up for something."

"That's cause you are," Hannah grinned. "But it's nothing too terrible, I promise." Sam narrowed his eyes. "Swear it on Satan himself, I promise!"

"You can trust her," Charlie insisted. "Out of the whole Novak clan, Hannah is definitely one of the most innocent."

"Alright," Sam agreed. "But I don't think this is gonna be much of a fair fight. You said it yourself, you usually skip gym, and I ran track in middle school." Hannah smiled.

"Well, if you're so sure you'll win, then it should be an easy bet to make."

"Okay....You've got yourself a wager."

"YES." Hannah pumped a fist in the air. "Now then, you should probably get out of here before somebody starts yelling at you, but if you ever wanna use the the girls' bathroom instead of the boys again, use the one by the cafeteria. My brothers go in and out of it so often that the rest of the girls usually avoid it. It's like the school's unofficial gender neutral bathroom."

"Got it, I'll....note that for the future?" Sam said.

"Sounds good. See you at gym!"

"Sure..." Sam awkwardly backed out of the bathroom, only to slam into his brother.

"Why were you in the girls' bathroom?" Dean questioned, raising an eyebrow. Sam shook his head.

"Don't ask," He pleaded. "Hey, have you met any of the Novaks yet?"

"Yeah, there's three of them right? One's in my English class, his name is Cas, and then his brother and sister are seniors."

"Seniors?" Sam frowned. "I've got his sister in my grade, and his brother, a junior, is in my Spanish class."

"Geez, how many of these kids are there?"

"Enough that they've got their own bathroom."

"This town is weird."

"That family is weird."

"But in a good way, right?"

"Yeah. That's what makes it weird."

*****

Charlie was sweating.

But she knew she'd be sweating ahead of time, so that was why she had brought a change of clothes in her bag, and a jacket to hide any sweat stains.

She was prepared for things to go wrong. What she wasn't prepared for, however, was what to do if things went RIGHT.

Currently she was sitting in her study hall in the library, not so subtly staring at Jo Harvelle, who was sitting at a table across the room, working on her math homework with Ash and completely oblivious to Charlie's attempts to stare a hole through her head.

But today was the day, Charlie had told herself. She was GOING to ask out Jo. She had to. For the good of the world. 

Well, maybe not the world, but at least the good of Cas. They had to know if Jo and Dean were interested in each other or not.

And Charlie really really needed to know if she had a shot with Jo at all, or if she should just shut down all human function and live off ice cream indefinitely until she got over her unrequited crush.

But WAS IT EVEN UNREQUITED?

She didn't know! Which was why she had to ask out Jo. 

Terrifying. Utterly terrifying. 

But Balthazar had given her a surprisingly amount of good advice, and Charlie was gonna use it, dammit. She was gonna make that whore proud.

She willed her legs to stand. They did not listen.

"Move," She quietly yelled at herself. "I said we were gonna do it and now we're gonna do it, so DO IT."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Charlie's brain yelled in return. It continued screaming, like a mantra of sorts, as she got up and walked over to Jo's table, her and Ash falling silent as they looked up at her.

Internal screaming? Check.

Enough flop sweat to create a new Niagara Falls? Check.

Absolutely no thought put into what you are actually gonna say? CHECK CHECK CHECK.

"Hi Jo," She started, her voice cracking horribly.

"Hi Charlie," Jo grinned back at her, and Charlie melted into the floor like a Wicked Witch of the West style puddle. "What's up?"

"I was uh-" Charlie fumbled. What the fuck was she gonna say? She didn't have date ideas, and if she said just hang out then Jo might think she just wanted to be friends and that wasn't it at all! She had enough friends! 

Well, really only Cas and kinda his siblings but still! That was enough!

But what was a nerd to do on a date with a hot girl? 

UHHHHHHH-

GAY PANIC.

"I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WANTED TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME SOMETIME," Charlie awkwardly yelled way too fast. The librarians shushed her and Ash rubbed at his ear. Jo's grin only widened.

"Could you repeat that?" She asked. "Maybe a little quieter this time?" 

Red was not a strong enough term for the color on Charlie's face.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me sometime," She choked out. "We could watch Star Wars movies or something, I don't know..." Was it to much to ask for a small sinkhole to appear below her and swallow her up so she stopped embarrassing herself?

LIKE REALLY CHUCK, WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED A SPONTANEOUS NATURAL DISASTER.

"Sure," Jo said. 

Sure.

SURE????

SURE!!!!!!

THAT WAS POSITIVE AFFIRMATION!

SHE DIDN'T SAY "FUCK OFF AND DIE, GINGER SCUM!"

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

"Sure?" Charlie echoed, her voice squeaking hopefully.

"Yeah," Jo went on. "I'd love to go out with you. I've got all the Star Wars movies at my house- you could come over on Saturday and we could watch them all, if you want."

"OKAY."

"Great!" Jo tore off a corner of her math homework and started writing on it. "Here's my number, we can work out the details later, cutie."

"Okay," Charlie took the piece of paper, and wandered away like she'd accidentally ingested special mushrooms. Jo shook her head at the girl and went back to her homework.

"What?" She asked Ash, who was staring at her.

"Didn't think you went for redheads," He commented. "Especially ones that....nerdy."

"I'll have you know I am a huge nerd, Ash."

"You hustle pool on Friday nights, you don't play D&D."

"Well if Charlie Bradbury wants me to play strip D&D with her on Saturday, I'm gonna learn how to fucking play."

"I don't think strip D&D is a thing."

"For that girl, I'd make it a thing."