Wings and Winchesters
(A/N: I do believe that I have nothing to say. Read and Review! A/U story)
POV: You figure it out ;-)
"Winchester, you say?" I pulled off the cap of my pen and slowly traced the letters from my previous attempts at AP English homework. This boy, this idle annoying boy had decided to interrupt my homework hour and plague me with his need of tutoring. He was a cute boy, I must admit, but he wasn't really my type. He seemed off, and I'm too precise for that.
"Yes. My cousin, Dean Winchester, recommended you. I would've chosen Sam, but…" He tugged at his neck for only a moment. "Family issues."
I nodded, laying down my pen and looking up. The library had dim lighting and a musty smell, but still, I called it home.
"I understand." I capped my pen. The two Winchester brothers, no matter how hot they both were (I must admit) had been fighting a lot lately. It seemed like in middle school they were bound at the hip. But this year…things changed. Sam disappeared for a year and Dean dated Lisa Braeden and hung around her little brother Ben…it was confusing. But then Castiel had to be pulled into all of this?
I tried to feel sorry, to feel that gut-wrenching ache that so many have talked about, but it wouldn't come. I didn't feel much of anything to anyone, which hadn't changed since the day I was born.
"So you'll tutor me?" Castiel's bright blue eyes showed hope.
"Yes." He smiled, a pretty smile, and out of nowhere, hugged me.
First instinct was to pull him off me and kill him. But, after a moment, I pushed that idea out of my mind. Then I started to like it, no matter how awkward and prolonging it was, and wrapped my arms around him as well. Then, I swear I heard him smell my hair, and I broke away. The smile was still on his face when he left. I continued on with my homework, when the bell rang, I grabbed all my stuff, stuck my pen behind my ear, and left.
The last period dragged on, Mr. Chuck rambling on about math I already knew, and I mostly tuned him out. When that period finally ended, I got up.
"Meg!" Thunk. Castiel pushed into me, knocking into me and breaking my favorite pen underneath me. Heat raged and boiled inside of me and it took all of me not to unleash it. I stood up, also scowling at the large ink stain on my mother, my dead mother's shirt. This was the breaking point. I shoved Castiel, pushing him into the nearby desk, and his face connected with my knee. Shouts erupted from his mouth, yet I couldn't relent on beating this kid up. I pulled him up by his shirt collar and looked at his bruised face.
"That was my mother's shirt."
I punched him, punched him so hard that I heard my knuckles crack under the force. I felt pain, but for only a moment. I threw Castiel down, Mr. Chuck standing there when I looked up.
"M…Meg…" I looked down at the boy as tremors violently shook his whole body. He looked so helpless. Mr. Chuck pointed at me and waved a little finger. I followed him, and as I looked at the boy lain on the ground, I felt…remorse.
Mr. Chuck guided me to Abbadon's office. I grunted, sitting in her waiting room. Kids came out, crying and whining. I put up my wall of solemnity and enjoyed the ride.
Soon it was my turn, and I walked into her office. She stood, fixing her bright burgundy hair, and I could swear she wiped blood from her face.
"Meg Masters…I never thought you would end up back here. You changed, for the better I thought. But this, this is a bit ridiculous. Beat up a boy for a pen and a shirt, ha! Hahahahaha. I wouldn't…no I probably would. But, due to your good behavior, I might forgive this matter completely off your record, for one thing." My ears perked up. This demonic hellion, she wants me to make a deal with her?
"What is it?"
Abbadon laughed maniacally, and tapped her nails on her ebony desk. I looked around, oddly feeling at home in here. She breathed in, and then laughed again.
"I need you to tutor Castiel. I know that after that incident, you might have no will to do that, but it is your assignment. Castiel is, a good kid, and his cousins are willing him to do bad things. Very gravely bad things. He isn't the only one with skeletons in their closet. And I'm sure you don't need this to tell your parole officer about this incident. You can go free." I frowned, yet felt relief. God knows that Abbadon had worse punishments.
I left my seat, quietly shut the door, and headed to my next period.
"Winchester! Oh, so the big boy's little cousin has no protection, eh? That's really funny! Whatcha going to do, angel boy? Looks like you've already gotten beaten up! Dean and Sammie aren't going to save you now!"