Dean had certainly had an interesting first day at Fandom High. If "interesting" was even the right word to use, which he doubted. More like "freakish" or "crazy", and yeah, maybe "exciting", too. Almost everyone he'd seen had thought he was someone else somehow, whether because he was named Dean or because he looked like Sam.
He'd met his Big Brother,
Walter, who had already proved to be pretty helpful. Then of course there was the
Other Dean, who seemed really cool and also really helpful about the whole apparent-double thing. Also mistaking him for Sam was
Dawn, Sam's roommate, who was cute and nice despite Dean possibly embarrassing both of them way more than was necessary. For a change of pace, he was also mistaken for the Other Dean by another new girl,
Layla. Who was also apparently Dean's next-door neighbor. Which he was maybe really happy about, even if she did freak him out re: the co-ed rooming situation. More embarrassment there, too. He was going to have work on his people-skills, at least where girls were concerned.
While attempting to find his elusive (female!) roommate
Lyra, Dean also managed to mistake
Alec for the Other Dean, although he got to hear about clones and mummies, so he didn't feel so bad about it. He also finally saw
Rory, after hearing that she was around. Which was actually the most awkward thing of all, because apparently she was older and different from the Rory he was expecting, and that was just all kinds of wrong. So he tried not to think about how weird this was going to be and how sad he'd probably end up.
And then of course there was
Sam, who really did look exactly like Dean. Except a little younger and therefore a little shorter. And with really bad hair. He had a kind of an attitude on him, but he turned out to be pretty cool in the end. Plus, Dean was officially more curious than he should be about the Winchesters in general, and planned to get their story from one or both of them eventually.
He now sat in his room, the door propped open and The Sugarplastic playing on his stereo, trying to decide what of all this he could believably tell his family, and what he should conveniently leave out of his first letter.
[[ooc: Open to anyone! Especially the roomie/neighbors...]]