AU: Supernatural guys as teens. Castiel is a new student in a school in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam were never hunters because Mary never died and they've lived happy lives in their house. John is still a dick.

Castiel's POV

Castiel walks down the empty school hallway with his brother Gabriel. Before today they were fighters and protectors, but today, they are teenage boys with hormones in a school in Lawrence, Kansas.

"What if we don't fit in?" Cas, unlike his brother, was a worrier; he worried about everything. Gabe was so chill about everything; he didn't care what anybody thought about him, he just wanted to have fun with life.

"Chill little brother, we'll be fine. Nobody's gonna suspect a thing."

Cas didn't like the way his brother was so calm about all this. "Gabriel, we just. . ." Cas makes a fact about whispering. "Fell from heaven. Exiled, gates closed. How are you so calm about this?"

"Easy: Dad's an ass, and he'll get over what we did and let us back up in no time. Until then, act normal."

"You mean, act humans."

"Yeah, what else? We're not dogs, lil' bro." Cas rolls his eyes and continues walking down the hall. "Remember, our father's name is Henry, and he's a business guy of sorts, and we're staying at the apartment. . . " Gabriel looks at his hand where he wrote the address they're pretending to be staying at. They don't actually have a home yet. "90 something. . . Anyway. Keep the cover, alright?"

"I know how to keep a cover, brother."

"Cool." They walk into a room with the label main office on the door.

"May I help you?" A lady who Cas thinks looked to be in her late forties speaks to them.

"Yeah, I'm Gabe, this is my brother Cas, we're new students here."

"Oh yes, I was told you would be coming in today. Is your parent or guardian here with you?"

Gabe shook his head. "No. . . He's some CEO or something of some stupid company." Gabe shrugs. "He thought we could come in by ourselves since we're old enough and stuff. Is that alright?"

"I suppose, how old are you, Gabriel, is it?"

"I'm seventeen, almost eighteen, my brother is sixteen." Cas just stands beside his brother, gathering his surroundings. There are many people behind the main desk staring at electronic screens or talking into rectangular devices. Even though they've been on earth for two, almost three days now Cas still has no understanding of anything on earth.

"Cas is it?" The woman behind the desk looks at Cas now. "Is Cas short for something?"

Cas opens his mouth to speak but Gabe speaks over him. "It's Caseson." Cas tilts his head and frowns at his brother. Gabe just smiles back, like he did nothing wrong. So he gets to keep his name, but I don't. . . Cas turns around and looks at the wall they walked in from. The wall beside the door is covered in pictures of faces with numbers on them. Cas recognizes some of the numbers for years, but other numbers seem random.

"Here are your class schedules. The lady behind him continues on, Cas is barely listening anymore, he only wants this day to be over with. This is the room number, that's the course code and this is your teacher. Your locker number is up top right here beside your name." Cas hears paper sliding across the counter. "Can you get to your homerooms alone?"

"Yeah, of course. Thanks, miss." Gabe grabs his brother's arm and they walk out of the office. When they're far enough away to be heard Cas stops and glares at Gabriel.

"Caseson?"

"Yeah?" Gabe's brows raise, questioning Cas for questioning him.

"Caseson?" Castiel's arms cross over his chest. "Really, Gabe?"

"What? Castiel isn't a common name, brother. We have to blend in. Don't want any demons after us. Especially not after how many we've slain." Even though he hates it, that his brother chose his name, and a weird one at that, Gabe does have a point. "It's the best I thought of, okay? If we have to leave towns you can pick the next name."

"Fine." Cas lets out a sigh and they continue walking down the hall. "Let's find 'homeroom', whatever that is."

"We'll find yours first." Gabe looks at a white and green sheet of paper. "273." He looks at a door as they walk past. "We've got a ways to walk, brother."

"As long as we get our grace and our wings back in the end of all this, I don't care how long of a walk it is, brother."