Hi everyone. This is my first fanfic, so be nice. I'm not really sure where this story is going to go. We'll just have to wait and see. I will make some mistakes along the way I'm only human guys. Sorry if I do. Well have fun reading.
Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun.
-Anonymous
Chapter One: What happened?!
Castiel stiffly strides up the steps of the high school entrance; his coarse dark brown hair ruffled from the chilly winter breeze. He looks down at his skinny skeletal fingers, then looks back at his reflection from the glass door. Cheekbones sunken, dark black circles under his tired eyes. He hasn't slept in four days. Haunted by the nightmares. Castiel doesn't notice the crazed look upon his face. Barely recognizable. He was no longer the perfect student.
Ever since Castiel started hanging around with him. His perfect attendance record gone. Hell, he hadn't been to school in a week. His straight A's and perfect grade point average had turned into straight F's and his average was the lowest of any one of the Celestial's children had been, ever. All of the colleges considering him for a scholarship had suddenly gone silent. All of the teachers worried over him, but never said anything to him. It wasn't their business. At least that's what they said before that day. January 24th. After that day they started to wonder if they could have done something, anything at all. They probably couldn't have though.
Castiel pulls open the front door. He readjusts his black trench coat. Another thing changed by him. He ignores the dirty looks given to him from the student body roaming the halls. Pretty soon they won't be giving me those looks anymore, thought Castiel. Castiel pats his dark green messanger bag, and begins walking towards the History department, to find his first victim.
Then suddenly, someone shoves him so hard from behind he falls to the ground. His right kneecap begins to ache. He turns his head around to see his attacker. The soon to be fallen angel just smiles to himself. He uses his rough hands to push himself up. Suddenly, his attacker a sophomore named Gordon out of rage punches Castiel right in his left eye socket. Castiel falls on the hard tiled floor. Immediately he sees a bright flash of light and is slightly blind in his eye. He tries to stand up but can't, his mind is swimming in a pool of little nothings, he can see falling stars. A small crowd suddenly starts to form at the prospect of a fight. As everything comes slowly back into focus, Gordon speaks up. "That's for everyone you little bastard. You ruined everything. I can't believe you called them."
Castiel finally stands up. Oh, well might as start here instead. Castiel mused, and just as Castiel predicted the dirty looks suddenly turn into looks of horror, as Castiel pulls something out of his messenger bag. In that moment time became still. Paralyzed in time and space. As Castiel made that one choice that would soon change his entire life, he only had one thing on his mind, Dean Winchester ruined his life.