A/N: Hiii, new story time you guys! I'm so happy! Anyways, sorry in advance if this is a bit crap since this fic is at it's awkward first chapter stage. Also, all warnings are all for future events but I should probably give you the main list of them now.

Warnings:

Destiel, AU, MxM, slash, future smut, underage smut (by US standards), talk of mental illness/mental health problems, self harm, mentions of bullying, mentions of suicide, angst, fluff, poor English and an British writer who has no real clue how the American school system works so bear with me.

I guess I should say that, for the most part, this isn't going to be a happy fic but try to enjoy 3

Castiel has always known that he was different. He had always known that he wouldn't really be able to live a full, normal life. This was something that his adoptive parents never even attempted to hide from him. But, although he had leaned to accept this from a young age, the teen still felt a kind of hatred towards, well, everyone for it. And this was just one of the reasons why he was currently sat in yet another monthly appointment with yet another psychiatrist.

The teen was bored out of his mind, his current psychiatrist (a small wiry man with sunken in, grey eyes and thin, mousey brown hair), had been droning on for what felt like hours about ways he thought would help Castiel deal with his "issues" while asking him how he feels about it every few minutes. Cas didn't do feelings. Even thought he understood them perfectly in theory, they still made no sense when he had to deal with his, and other people's, in reality. However, even though the teen had mentioned this far too many time to count, the assbutt psychiatrist still felt the need to ask. Apparently it would help him.

So far, nothing had helped. Not really. Any medication that Cas had tried ended him up in A&E with horrible reactions to them (said reactions including screaming, hair pulling, scratching and sobbing), and the talking treatments that he'd been forced to try just made him feel worse. In fact, the only things that Cas found helped what so ever were school, his cats and his best friend Balthazar. And there were still plenty of times when these things didn't help at all.

The dull psychiatrist continued to drone on endlessly until the end of the session, never letting the teen get a proper word in about anything mentioned. It was infuriating and exhausting and one of the many reasons why Cas hated these sessions, no matter how spaced out they were. So, the second the session was other, the teen snatched up his coat and practically ran out of the room, into the reception where his adoptive mother, Becky, was waiting for him.

"Ready to go then Cas?" she said, cheerily, her mood seeming to be the complete opposite of Casitel's. He nodded, hurrying out of the building, coat flapping behind him.

The drive home was always the worst and the longest part, it took a half hour at least if there was absolutely no traffic. Today was a traffic day. Cas slumped against the window of the car, feeling horrendously motion sick and trying to distract himself with whatever he could. Becky seemed to catch onto this quickly because, despite know that she probably wouldn't get an answer out of him, started asking about his session in the hopes of forming a distraction.

"How was your meeting with Dr. Moldafsky sweetheart?"

"Same as ever" he muttered gruffly

"Did you tell him how well you've been doing at school recently?"

"No, but he wouldn't have listened anyway,"

"Are you sure? Because you've had a really good couple of weeks recently and I think it's important for you to share that!"

"If I'm doing so well then why did I need to go back there?" Cas challenged before trying to tuck himself away even more.

Becky sighed, she could understand the teen's frustration. She knew how much Cas hated the monthly meeting and wished that she could just say that he didn't have to go to them but at the same time she worried about him and as his mother, even if she wasn't biologically, she had to act in what she saw as his best interests. Yes, the kid had had a good couple of weeks and she could definitely see him acting more Castiel again but she needed to know that that could be kept up. It was hard enough for Cas normally without everything else that had happened over the past three years so seeing Dr. Moldafsky was really just a necessary evil.

Even just thinking back a few months, though, there was a chance that Cas wouldn't have been around to have this conversation. That was a thought that had terrified Becky and, since the first time she met him when he was just a toddler, she'd instantly fallen in love with the strange boy. She and her husband, Chuck, had then raised him with as much love and care that they did all their children. She had no clue what she'd do if anything happened to him. And that was the reason why they still needed these appointments.

Becky let her gaze flick off of the road and back on to Castiel, who now appeared to be sulking. She wanted to say something, but it was obvious that Cas was in no mood to talk about anything. No matter how trivial it may be. So the drive continued in silence with Cas continuing to curl up against the window as much as he could.

When they arrive home Castiel practically leaps out of the car, already fed up of being locked inside the big metal box. He scrambles through the front door only to run straight into his brother, Gabriel.

"Hey baby bro! Where you going in such a rush?" Gabriel asked with a lopsided grin.

"Back to bed," came the grumbled reply.

"Awww but it's the weekend! Surely you've got something to do!"

Castiel sighed, he scarcely ever when out, especially not on a Saturday when everywhere was busy or after an appointment. He was fairly certain that his siblings would have known that by now.

"Yeah, I have got something to do. I'm gonna go back to bed and go on my laptop." He said before trying to push past his brother. Unfortunately Gabriel had spread himself out across the doorway and had flat out refused to budge.

"That's no fun Cassie! You need to get your self out, get drunk and find someone to spend the night with!" Cas' eyes widened slightly and he pulled a face before throwing himself at his brother to make him move

"No! No! No! No!" The teen yelled as he dashed through the hall and up the stairs.

Becky walked up to the door, looking slightly confused. Gabriel on the other hand was practically in tears. He cared about his brother, he did, but his reactions were really the best kind of entertainment.

"What did you say or do I not want to know?" The blonde woman asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah you probably don't want to know." The short man flashed his mum a smile before walking into the house.

Castiel flopped down on his bed the minute he reached his room, not caring to remove his shoes or trench coat. He closed his eyes and sighed, today had been hard; even by 'appointment day' standards. He felt like it was probably something to do with the fact that he hadn't been sleeping well and felt horrible nervous around the majority of people.

The teen the kicked his shoes off and started to curl up, trying to shut his eyes even more. He felt well and truly exhausted. However, before he could get comfortable enough to sleep at all, his pocket started to buzz loudly. Why hadn't he turned his phone of earlier? Why?

He pulled the device out of the cat pocket and begrudgingly went to read the text. It was from Balthazar.

Hey gorgeous, guess what!? x

The teen glared at the screen, really not in the mood for his friend's dumb questions and flirting.

What?

He tapped out the reply. Cas didn't really expect an answer or, at least, not one for a while. So he put the phone next to his face and shut his eyes again. Only to quickly be disturbed by another text.

I just met someone new in the town where everybody knows everybody x

This perked the teen's interests. He lived in a small town in Lawrence, Kansas and, as stated, everyone knew everyone and scarcely anyone knew ever came.

Oh? Did you get a name? Or at least some info?

The reply came almost instantaneously.

Yeah, it's a kid in our grade who moved here with his Uncle and brother. Sam, I think his name was. Sam Winchester.

Cas' face broke into a small smile; despite how nervous he felt around most people, whether he knew then since he was young or they were complete strangers, he quite liked meeting new people when it would be on a you-don't-know-me-but-I-know-everyone-else-and-bel ieve-me-when-I-say-you're-better-off-without-them- anyway basis. Also, it would give him a chance to make a new friend. Cas didn't have many of those.

The phone buzzed again with another text from Balthazar.

Btw, just wanted to say sorry for interrupting what must have been your precious sleeping time xx.

The teen's smile grew slightly wider with the last text and it stayed fixed upon his face long after he finally got his much needed sleep.