A/N: (This story is an AU Destiel Highschool fic)
Hello to anyone reading this Author's Note! This is my first Supernatural fic so don't be too mean haha, actually scratch that, you can be as mean and horrible as you want so long as you review 'cause I love reviews! So I don't know whether this story is any good or not to be honest but I still enjoy writing it so it doesn't really matter:) So whether you love this story or hate it I would love to read everyone's opinions on it. I hope you enjoy this first chapter, I'm really crap at writing author notes uhh! So I apologise and Thank you for enduring this awkward note thing that I'm writing, I think I'll finish it now... Disclaimer:I Don't own anything!.
It was a wet, stormy morning when we arrived at the new house, the house in question not far off a mansion. The garden was beautifully kept with flowers of red, blue, honey and gold filling it along with luscious green bushes that swayed in the strong wind.
However, justice was not done to the garden on such a dreary day and the plants were battered down by the rough rain.
I sighed as my head sunk against the window, my breath clearly visible against the pane of glass. "Aww, cheer up Cassie, we're here in the new house!" my brother Gabriel chirped happily, looking out the car window.
"And what a house, just look at it, it's a mansion! it even has columns. I can't wait to pick out my bedroom, I want it to be on the top floor 'cause that way everyone will know that I'm the King of the household!" Gabriel rambled with excitement, almost ready to hop out of the car.
I spared another look out the window. The house really was grand, it stood, towering over more humble houses while flaunting a dark redbrick colour and four large stories with immaculate white windows, gleaming and crystal clear in the rain.
The tall front door had thick, Romanesque columns on either side and the garden seemed to rise up like a hill, sloping upwards to meet the magnificent house. I sighed to myself, wondering why we needed such an extravagant place to live in as I would have much preferred a small, quite place that didn't draw so much attention to our family.
"Castiel, come on, hurry inside and get you're bags!" I was torn out of my thoughts by my father's loud voice just outside the car and I reluctantly followed him Inside the house. My father was tall with graying hair that was once just as dark as mine and he always seemed to wear a stern, disapproving look on his face. I could still vaguely remember a time when he used to smile and enjoy the company of his children but that was before...
The most striking thing about the man's appearance however, was his stormy grey eyes which looked otherworldly and more than human. I always thought that they gave away what we were with just one long look into them.
"I think I'll pick out my room now father" I said formally, aware of the bad rift between us. We hardly ever talked anymore and I suddenly felt the cold distance from him now more than ever.
He suddenly caught sight of me in the bright light and a look of slight worry filled his face."For goodness sake Castiel, you'll catch a dreadful cold in those soaked clothes, get changed first and then go look for a bedroom, nobody wants you getting sick" my father replied and I was shocked by the hint of concern in his voice. He then hesitantly put a hand out to feel how damp my coat was before quickly pulling away and I stiffened at the shocking motion.
My eyes suddenly felt very wet and clouded at the thought of him caring about me after so long seemingly not and I swiftly ran to get changed, avoiding the embarrassment of him seeing my wet eyes. My face was red and my vision blurred as I walked through the house, thoughts swimming around in my head.
'He can't mean it in a caring way, Its probably for his own benefit to avoid buying medicine and having to look after some pathetic sick person' I thought bitterly, refusing any other reason behind his concern. I brushed it all off as nothing more and quickly got changed.
The rain had not relented the next day and it certainly didn't help my already nervous mood, it was going to be an awful day, I could already tell. "You make sure to behave in this school, I'm surprised you even wanted to go to a public school Castiel, or any school for that matter, you know they can be rough, don't expect to make too many friends, you know are kind doesn't mix well with the humans and I don't see why you're even bothering, why not just continue you're study's at home?"
My father asked, frustrated at my decision to go to the local high school. "I just want too try it for awhile instead of being on my own all the time" I said quietly, fitgeting uncomfortably in my seat.
He just turned to me looking baffled by the response, he didn't understand, in fact none of my family did. I wasn't sure if I even fully understood this longing to be in the company of humans, it was pointless to spend too much time with them, I knew this and I knew how dangerous it could be if a human ever found out what I was.
The only time I had ever encountered a hunter was when I was five. I remembered the blinding terror I felt when he came at me with a sharp blade, my feathery black wings were thoughtlessly displayed and I didn't even realise what a mistake it was to display them so proudly. I was saved when my brother Micheal appeared and knocked the hunter out with just a tap of his finger and I had quickly learned from then on to never underestimate a hunter and to never reveal ones wings.
Yet still I had this nagging curiosity to mingle with and befriend a human just to help with the desperate isolation at home. I sometimes felt so invisible and insignificant with my more confident sister and brothers that I wondered if I even mattered at all. They were all so caught up in their own lives that most of the time I was forgotten.
I knew it was petty to be so self pitying but things had changed, I used to be happy with life and felt loved by my family but now I felt hollow and empty, like a piece of me was missing so I was hopeful that something may actually change for the better if I went to this school and that I may be who I used to be again.
A half hour later and I was exiting the car while glimpsing the daunting building. 'Green Hills high school' was incased in concrete on the front of the building and I gulped in apprehension. The school was large and mushy-grey with steps leading up to a set of grotty double doors, the faded blue paint peeling off in parts.
It was miserable and old looking, especially on a day as wet and dim as this one.'What a dump' I thought to myself as I climbed the slippery steps. I felt the nerves building up inside as I put my hand on the silver handle and began to open the door.
'Hopefully it won't be too bad' I reassured myself before going in.
