Chapter 1

At first, it was peaceful

Summary: AU where the angels are human. Castiel is in High school, he's going into his junior year. And this year, will probably be a lot more intense than last. Brotherly fluff and friendship fluff! Yaay so much fluff! Destiel friendship. No Sabriel.

Hellooooooooo... so this story is really random, I wrote it JUST BECAUSE I CAN and Emma (my sister) really liked it so I decided to publish it. Just a heads up that everything is the same, so there's no school bully called Crowley that ends up being kind of good or nice girl called Ruby who ends up being really mean. It's all the same, just some of the angels are human.

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN, if I did... Well, the list of people that would still be alive is endless.

Also I would like to apologize to Sam girls - I am one too - because Sam might not really be in the first 2 chapters or so, he'll mentioned but won't do much.

Castiel's POV

It was all Gabriel's fault.

He was the one who wanted to stop at the candy store one the way to my first day of my junior year.

That resulted in me being 15 minutes late, and being late is taken really seriously at that school. Of course, if it wasn't for Gabriel I wouldn't have met Dean Winchester, also late for school.

We had to sit awkwardly together in the office while the principle told us about how disappointed he was, and he gave us both detention after school.

That really sucked for me, Michael would be so mad.

Dean seamed uninterested, as if he'd had detention before.

During classes that day I just dwelled in the darkness of how mad Michael would be.

Finally when school was finished I called him, Samandriel picked up the phone surprisingly.

"Mmhm?" He said.

"It's Castiel," I replied.

"Yeah? Gabriel is about to come pick you-"

"I don't need a ride, I have detention."

"Oooooh, Michael will be-"

"I know, just tell Gabriel to pick me up at 4:00, Kay?"

"Okie-dokie."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and trudged over to the detention room.

I opened the door slowly to see Dean reclining in one of the chairs and drawing on his shoe with a short pencil.

Mr. Mortan looked up as I walked in, I handed him my detention slip.

"There you are," he muttered, "sit down."

I did so, in the desk infront of Dean.

We sat there in awkward silence for about ten minutes, then Mr. Mortans head fell to the side and he began to snore.

Dean snorted and Mr. Mortan shifted his position, opened his eyes, blinked several times and slumped back into sleep again.

We sat there awkwardly again for about five minutes.

Then Dean threw a crumpled piece of paper at the back of my head, I didn't notice and it slipped down the back of my lose white dress shirt.

At that point I didn't know what it was, so I was shifting uncomfortably and swatting at it.

Then the possibility occurred to me that it could be some huge spider crawling up my spine.

I. Hate. Spiders.

So I basically leaped out of my chair and landed flat on my back on the floor, still swatting at the paper, I rolled around slamming into desks and chairs.

Mr. Mortan grunted and opened his eyes, to see me spazeming all over the floor.

He stood up, knocking his chair over and yelling at me to stop.

"Castiel Milson!" He roared, "What are you doing?! STOP!"

I scrambled over and climbed back into my seat, completely forgetting about the paper in my shirt.

The door banged open and the principle stormed in.

He walked right up to my desk and put his hand flat on the wood.

"Castiel Milson" he said slowly glaring icily at me I gulped "yessir?" I squeaked.

"What. We're you. Doing?!" He hissed "it was very quiet then suddenly the largest bang erupted from here and I here Mr. Mortan yelled at you," he breathed.

"There... There was a spider... In my... In my shirt," I stuttered.

The principal- Mr. Frank- stood up and said in a quite voice "detention tomorrow Mr. Milson."

I swollowed again "yessir."

With that he strode out of the room and closed the door.

Mr. Mortan huffed and sat back in his chair, quickly falling asleep again.

I heard Dean snicker. Damn, I thought. There's someone else to tease me for the rest of the school year.

At that point I remembered the spider/paper in the back of my shirt. I awkwardly pulled my shirt out of my pants and let the note fall onto the chair, then I tucked my dress shirt back into my pants and grabbed the note.

It had been a lot more crumbled now, since it was in my shirt when I was spazeming all over the floor.

I un crumpled it and read the contents "hi. My names Dean Winchester," it said.

I pulled out the pencil that I always kept on my and wrote "hi I'm Castiel Milson," and I passed it back to him.

He opened it, wrote something and passed it back, "yeah I know your name from detention dude and Frank. So why were you late anyways?"

I wrote back "my older brother took me to the candy store and got a little carried away in the fudge section, so by the time I realized what time it was he was lost, it took me a while to get him on the road again."

I passed it back.

He wrote and passed back.

"Haha my dad said it was in walking distance, my kid brother looked it up and got a head start, but I was still showering."

I replied "how many sibling do you have? Just the one?"

He replied "yep you?"

"I have eight, all of them are older and there all my half brothers our dad is really rich but he had kids with many ladies he didn't marry. He ditched us all when Michael was 11, we had a nanny till he was 18 though."

He replied "haha sucker. How rich is your dad?"

I replied "he's a billionaire, and we have everyone in our family except for me has a job, but Samandriel still works at that hotdog stand."

We continued talking until the detention was over, then Mr. Morton let us out, Dean didn't say a word to me after though, which was odd because we'd had a rather deep conversation in detention.

I didn't see Gabriels unmistakable gold 1991 XJ6 jaguar in the parking lot.

I stood in the parking lot silently till a saw that gold Jaguar rolling up, blasting AC/DC's Thunderstruck.

I sighed, Gabriel was drumming along to the beat on the wheel.

He rolled up and stuck his head out the window "allo how was detention?" He asked

"Magical," I grumbled sarcastically.

I dumped my backpack in the back and climbed in shotgun.

Gabriel grinned to himself, hummed the motor and drove off.

I rolled up my dress shirt sleeves and tossed my blue tie over my shoulders to keep it out of the way as I mixed the batter together.

We were having fajitas tonight and Michael said we should make our own.

Of course knowing that it takes a long time everyone suddenly had things to do except me, since I just arrived home from detention.

Oh, and Balthazar had stayed, he loves cooking.

Gabriel had taken off without getting out of his car, the car that he bought using money from the bank account, Michael had then banned anyone under 20 from using it.

Samandriel was probably out working his evening shift at the hot dog stand.

Raphael was at University but his was really close to our town so he visited a lot.

Lucifer and Uriel were in jail, two different places at that.

Anna was in Germany. She was dating this guy and he asked her to come visit again, when she got of the plane there was this banner that said "Anna Milson, Will You Marry Me?"

So she said yes and the last we heard of her was when she called us saying "Guys guys guys! I'm getting married! And I moved to Germany, Roger has everything under control so you don't need to do anything I'll come visit sometime!" That was eight years ago, she was one of the oldest members of the family and she moved to germany about two years after she finished high school, I was eight then.

So that left me, Michael and Balthazar to cook dinner, I didn't mind that, but I would rather be alone in my room practicing my Upright Bass, I play that by the way, in jazz band.

I'm the only upright bass player who has one at home so I can practice, of course there is only three of us.

I wiped a little bead of sweat of my forehead and continued to stir the badder.

"Here," Michael said reaching for the bowl "looks good, I'll finish up,"

"Thanks," I mumbled and washed off my hands.

I adjusted my tie and walked out if the kitchen, past the dining room into the living room then I crossed the room almost to the grand doors but I turned left and climbed up the staircase.

I walked past all of my siblings bedrooms and into mine, mine was the smallest of them all since it used to be Michaels walk-in closet, but his closet was huge - for a closet - so it wasn't all that bad, it was about the size of someone in the middle class' room.

I opened up my wardrobe and took off my tie, I hung it on the hook there. My wardrobe consisted of my trench coat, a couple white dress shirts, black dress pants and a couple casual shirts. I closed it and crossed the room to my window, I looked outside at the two acres of neatly trimmed green grass.

Just around the border of the house we had flower beds of roses that was also very well-kept.

I used to spend hours just staring out the window, but now I have so many things I need to do... It's hard.

I moved over and pulled my upright base out of the corner.

I began doing scales, all of them, from C major to F flat minor chromatic with subdominants raised one semitone.

Then I heard Michael calling to me saying dinner is ready.

I leaned my bass against the wall and made my way down the hallway, down the stairs, across the living room, and into the dining room.

I sat down on my chair, labeled "Castiel" Samandriel was sitting down as I arrived, everyone else was already there.

Michael sat at the chair on the very end of the long dining table, along the length of the table, was Lucifers empty chair, Gabriel, Balthazar, and Samandriel. On the other side was Raphael's empty chair, Anna's empty chair, Uriel's empty chair, and me. At the end across from Michael was Dads empty chair.

Michael had already set the table and put everyone's fajita on there plate, so we sat in silence as we ate.

TBC...

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