Summary: AU. When Castiel Novak arrives at Lawrence high, he finds himself making more friends than he ever had back in South Dakota, and also soon finds himself with a boyfriend. Things are better than he ever could've imagined. Destiel. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: I know this is very short for a first chapter. Seriously, muse is taking the worst hits because of work. Even my days off have resulted in no writing! Anyway, I'm trying my hand at art work too right now, and failing for the time being but I'll keep trying. I hope to get some gorgeous manga artwork done at some point for my stories.

Hope you enjoy my newest Destiel high school AU.


A Change For The Better

Chapter One

"Castiel?"

Castiel looked up as his mother, Rachel entered his room, carrying a glass of water in her hand. She smiled as she saw that there were only a couple of boxes left and as she approached her son, she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"This room looks great." She told him, "I was just wondering what you want for dinner tonight. Your cousins are coming over, so..."

"Oh...I'm sure Gabriel loves that." Castiel said, earning a shake of the head from his mother.

"Cas, you know Gabriel likes spending time with Balthazar." Rachel began, being cut off my her younger son who began to unpack his box of books for the pine bookshelf he had by the door.

"And staring at Anna's breasts, but it doesn't mean he likes them being here." He told her, watching his mother's face become painted with an expression of horror, "You do know he finds Anna attractive, right? He doesn't care that we're related to her. Anyway, why are they coming?"

"To welcome us to the neighbourhood." Rachel replied, "I need to go and talk to your brother."

Castiel smirked to himself as his mother hurried away calling for Gabriel, and as he brushed a hand through his messy dark brown hair he looked at his reflection in the mirror by the closet with tired blue eyes. A new start. Rachel had called it that. A brand new start. Castiel smiled. Apparently Lawrence High had a zero tolerence policy on bullying.

The kids, according to the principal, were very warm and welcoming, and given the reason for the attacks and cruelty Castiel received at his last school, the principal was very reassuring to the family that the school had many homosexual students and bisexual students, so Castiel wasn't to worry about bullying or being alienated from 'social groups'. Of course there were your normal groups that you'd find in schools, but everyone seemed to get on and socialisation between everyone was encouraged.

He finished his last few boxes within the hour and Anna and Balthazar arrived not long after. Castiel had just managed to take a shower before they came, and also found himself left to order the take-out. Pizza. How originial. Just as he put the phone down, his cousin Anna jumped on him to hug him, happily squealing as she pressed kisses to his cheek.

"I brought my boyfriend!" She cried, "He's British like Balthazar!"

"Hello to you too." Castiel said with a sigh, "You want a boyfriend like your adopted brother?"

"Actually," Anna corrected him, "Crowley is nothing like Balthazar. He's cheekier and funnier. Balthazar's a jumped up little tosser."

"What?" Castiel asked, completely confused.

"Crowley taught me that." Anna blushed, her red hair glistening under the kitchen light, "It basically means that Balthazar is an arrogant dick."

"Oh..." Castiel said softly, "Fine. I need to go tell mom the food will be here soon."

Anna then darted back into the living room, sitting on the lap of a kid with dark hair and a mischievous smirk on his face. That must've been Crowley. Castiel sighed.

This would be a very, very long night.


"Dean Winchester, you brilliant artist, you!" Mary cried as she hugged her son.

He'd sketched a portrait of the Winchester family and it was so good it could've been a black and white picture. He'd made it for his parents' wedding anniversary and his mother was in tears of joy because of how beautiful the gift was.

"Thanks, Dean." John said as he patted his son's shoulder, "It's lovely."

"It's beautiful." Mary beamed, "Oh, Dean..."

Dean blushed and shuffled on the spot, shrugging softly because he didn't really know what else to do. He did his best to be a good son. He was just glad his parents liked the gift. He hadn't known what to buy them so he'd spent three hours a day for a month working to make the portrait the best he could. He'd killed his social life for it.

His mother and father were worth it every time, though, and he knew his little brother Sam thought the same. Sam was fourteen, four years younger than Dean, and he'd made up a memory box for his parents about their marriage. He'd had photographs copied and put things in it that symbolised their relationship, things that they both loved when they first got together. It was like a time capsule of their relationship, and Mary had been in tears over that too.

The family headed up to bed at eleven in the evening, happy for the weekend to begin properly. Dean sat in his room working on more art for an hour before he grew tired and decided to call it a night. There'd been rumours about a new family moving to town. Dean wondered if it was true, but he'd probably only find out on Monday at school seen as he had no plans for the weekend.

He fell asleep peacefully, unaware of the events that would lie in store for him on that Monday morning. He had no idea that his life was about to change in a way that made it even better than it already was.

-TBC-


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