A.N: So, this is a Supernatural Soul Eater AU, with some Welcome to Night Vale and other fandoms thrown in for fun. Almost all of the characters and situations are based on Supernatural seasons 1-5. Also, I am leaving it up the readers if this is going to become an eventual Destiel and or Sabriel. (Considering my two betas are my boyfriend and his best friend I didn't want to scar them that badly so I'm using ya'll as an excuse. :D) Just say if you want these ships in your reviews! This will be a long story, but it's worth it, I promise!

Chapter 1

Just relax, Castiel reminded himself. Just let go, and relax, This is it. This is the one.

Hands gripped tightly around his body, and he forced himself to go limp. Instead of feeling supported, he heard a sharp cry of pain, and he was freefalling. Castiel's weapon form hit the ground hard, and he reverted from his Angel Blade body back to his lithe teenage self, lying on his back and rubbing the back of his head.

He looked up at the girl meister who had tried to wield him, and she hissed in pain. He could see the bright pink line across her palms. Another student who has gotten burned upon touching my weapon form.

"I'm sorry," he said, his lanky and short teenage body a jarring visage to the deep, gruff, stoic voice he spoke with, as though he was many centuries old.

"S'alright," the girl muttered, but she quickly walked away, leaving him alone.

Orientation Day at the DWMA was supposed to be a day of trial and error as people found their partners, but Castiel had hurt seven students so far. Word had spread quickly, and no one was even coming over to say hi, never mind try to their luck at wielding him. He knew that being a rare Angel Blade weapon might cause him grief, but now he was starting to lose faith anyone would ever be able to wield him.

He lay on the cold stone for a moment, and let the chatter of the other students wash over him. For a few moments he soaked up the sun, until a black shadow dimmed it. Opening his eyes, he saw another student, a boy about his age, looking at him. "You just gonna lay around all day?" the boy asked.

Castiel shrugged. "Seems like an appropriate response to rejection."

The boy held out a hand, offering to help him up. "Come on, you aren't going to find your Meister down there, I promise."

Castiel stared at the boy for so long the newcomer's hand began to falter under the blue gaze.

Eventually, the weapon took the hand, and was surprised how strong the boy was as he was lifted up almost effortlessly.

"Dean Winchester," the boy said, shaking Castiel's hand. He wore boots, blue jeans, a plain t-shirt. His brown hair was short and spiked up, and he was a few inches taller than Castiel.

"Castiel Novak." The weapon was lean with ruffled brown hair and intense blue eyes. He was shorter and lighter than Dean, and wore slacks plus a buttoned down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

"Castiel, huh? Mind if I call you Cas instead?"

Castiel thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Cas is fine."

"Awesome. Well, Cas, why don't we check out the food table. I'm starving, and they've got a killer pie collection."

"Killer pie sounds like something we should stay far away from," Cas said.

Dean gave him a look, but then chuckled. "Oh, you're a literal type of guy, huh? Fun times."

Castiel was confused by Dean's slang, but followed him over the food table anyway, where it was actually empty. Most students had found their partners and were getting to know each other.

They moved to an empty corner of the outdoor patio, Dean with a plate full of hamburger and apple pie, while Castiel munched quietly on celery sticks. Dean laughed at his "rabbit food," but Castiel simply kept munching.

"So, no one had claimed you for their own yet, huh?" Dean asked, trying to make small talk around bites of meat and bread. Castiel looked at him, then averted his eyes. "No. Everyone who has attempted to wield me has gotten burned."

Dean eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously? That seems a little like overkill."

Castiel shrugged. "I'm an Angel Blade. We're very…finicky…about who wields us." He watched Dean for a moment, then quickly swiped a French fry from the bigger boy's plate, making him growl. "Since you are sitting here with me, I'm going to assume you haven't found a suitable partner either?"

Dean swallowed and shook his head. "Not so far. I was hoping a cute girl would be my partner but, so far, no dice. Everyone says my grip's too strong, and my callouses hurt them. Bunch of pansies, all of them."

"Callouses?" Castiel asked curiously, and Dean turned up his palm to show that, indeed he had many rough patches on his hands. "What are those from?"

"Guns and knives, mostly," Dean answered nonchalantly.

"Guns and knives," Castiel repeated, arching an eyebrow.

"I come from a family of Hunters," Dean explained. "My mom and dad are Hunters, and brought up me and my little sister as such too. We hunt monsters, the good old-fashioned way."

Most of the time, people didn't believe Dean when he said that, but Castiel simply took everything in stride. "That sounds interesting. Must be very dangerous work."

"Very. Almost died a few times in my life. But, what can I say? Saving people, hunting things, it's the family business."

"Any meisters in your family?"

"Nope. Actually, I'm the first one," Dean said, chest swelling with pride. "This will give me a big edge over those vampires and werewolves we're always going after."

"As soon as you find a suitable partner, you mean?" Castiel reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean finished up his lunch and started looking around at the other students milling about, trying to figure out which one he could go to next. "Should probably get back to that."

Dean tossed his trash, and shoved his hands in his jean pockets, clearly unsure where to start next.

Castiel stood by him, looking over the crowd without any look of intention on his face.

"Dean, I have an idea," Cas said, trailing off.

After a moment of silence, Castiel turned his bright, unwavering stare on the taller boy.

"Okay, go on," Dean waved him to continue.

"Right. Well…since I haven't been able to find a partner, and you haven't been able to find a partner, why don't we give it a try together?"

Dean looked at the boy, then laughed. "Dude, you're not exactly my type. I was hoping for a

more…cute…partner. Maybe with freckles and glasses." When Cas continued to give him an unclear look, Dean sighed. "Ya know, one of the more female persuasion."

"Neither of us is in a position to be picky," Castiel pointed out, much to Dean's annoyance.

Castiel very slowly looked Dean up and down, making him feel a little self-conscience. It was like Cas was seeing right through him, like he was looking at his very soul. Hell, maybe he is.

"Alright, fine, let's give it a try," Dean said, and clapped him on the shoulder, a smile spreading over his face. "I mean, after all, what's the worst that could happen?"

"You could drop me and have your hands burned," Castiel said stoically. Dean's charming smile wavered slightly, but he just chuckled. "You certainly have a way with words, Cas."

"Just try not to drop me," Castiel said, and he closed his eyes. He could feel the magic coursing through him, and felt his body change into the blade. Just relax, he reminded himself, and he felt the strong grip surround his body, just like before. But this time there was no exclamation of pain, or the sensation of freefalling. Instead, he was being held aloft as though he was as light as a feather.

He looked up from the shining blade to see Dean, holding him, looking just as surprised as Castiel felt.

"Oh, come on! Seriously? A silver stake? I was expecting something a lot….heavier," he said, although impressive was what he really thought. After a moment, a panicked look came over him. "Wait, wait! No cute girl, no freckles, no glasses? I got gypped on this whole partner deal."

Castiel couldn't help but feel a bit hurt at Dean's outburst. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off. Suddenly standing before them was a man in a black business suit and red hair. It was Spirit Alban, the current Death Scythe. He grinned at them. "Congratulations, boys. You're now partners!"

After a moment, Dean looked at the blade, at Castiel's reflection, and sighed. "Well, this is unexpected," the hunter murmured in annoyance.