Hi Destiel fans! So this is my first Destiel Fanfiction, so bare with me here. Anyway this is just the Prologue and stuff...yeah. Its short. Lol. The characters may be a little ooc, i'm not for sure what that means. If someone could explain all fandom references to me sometime, that'd be great! Anyway... Castiel is supposed to be like Warren/Angel from X-Men. :). Anyway, enjoy! Read and review as always, and please no flames! Plus... I know Dean's part in this 'chapter' is really short and stuff. My bad. Warning as well, I tend to rush things. I already know, I'm trying my best not to! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or Supernatural. If I did, Destiel would already be a thing
-J.J.
Castiel's favorite movie of all times was X-Men: Last Stand. It helped him through some dark times in his life, just the knowledge of there being a winged person in that universe. He didn't feel alone when he watched it…because they were mutants, like him. It wasn't that Castiel thought of himself as a mutant, no…he was just born with large black wings attached to his back. Like Warren, no matter how many times he tried ripping the black feathers from his back, they just grew back again. Castiel didn't have any friends to tell, or to help him through. His brother, Gabriel, feared that if he had friends, then they'd somehow find out about his wings and Gabriel would lose his last brother, and neither wanted that.
Instead of staying hidden for the rest of his life, Samandriel invented an ingenious contraption. A freaking harness for his wings. It pulled his wings so tight against his back that Castiel looked like he had a large back. That's why Castiel got to go to school, as long as he never dressed in front of anyone and didn't do P.E. he'd be fine. Gabriel also had made sure that the school officials allowed Castiel to keep his long, large Trench Coat on at all times and to never, never talk in public. People would want to be Castiel's friend after all. Anyway, it was better that people thought Castiel was a freakishly developed kid, then someone who took to the air when he was sad. Castiel never told his brother though, how badly he wanted his life to end. He was not that selfish, of course, but still…Castiel was so alone. The only interaction he ever had was with his brother, at home. In the X-men movies and the series, they had people, they had friends and family. Castiel had solitary confinement within crowds.
So excuse him that Castiel spent all of his time high in the air at airplane level. It was better up there, he was far, far away from the world below him. Castiel, of course, wished that he could just keep flying and never come home. Maybe he could grow old up there, high above the clouds. He thought better up in the sky, and he was in love with the feeling of the wind pulling at him. Castiel's wingspan was around 24 feet at full expansion. He very well couldn't expand his large wings in his house. Maybe, just maybe, Castiel could pretend that he wasn't real up here and it was all just a terrible dream. He could pretend that he'd wake up normal…that the darkness that hung above him, threatening to consume him, would just dissipate. Then it'd all end and he'd have to land, where his own, personal Hell awaited him patiently. He could call it an old friend.
Yet, one day, it changed. Castiel didn't even see it coming. His life changed with one ordinary school act. He was given a partner for a project, Dean Winchester, and Castiel slowly felt himself become Human again. It was the most remarkable thing…its to be believed that no one saw the twist coming.
However, Dean Winchester's life was good, amazing to be in fact. He had a loving mother, an understanding father, and an amazing brother. Dean was the King of High school. He had a 67' Chevy Impala that made him even more popular. Dean was the Captain and Quarter Back for Laurence High, and he was so good at it that Scouts were thinking about scholarships. Dean could have every girl…or guy he ever wanted, but he never had to participate in relationships. His family was never short on money. All and all, Dean was a stranger to hard times. Or that's what people believed.
Dean, however, was lonely in ways no one could understand. He had four good friends that he could trust, the others…they just liked him because he was popular. What was worse was that none of his friends, neither Garth, Jo, Charlie, or Kevin were popular. Dean loved them, he really did, but he couldn't hang with them in school. Everyone knew that was the way popularity worked. Jocks didn't hang with…nerds. Then all that changed.