Castiel was quickly coming accustomed to his new job title, having been offered an opportunity to teach in a university up in South Dakota Castiel jumped at the chance. His students were very friendly and equally eager to learn, castiel had learnt very quickly that their last ancient history teacher had been an offensive drunk that lazed at his desk all day instead of teaching his students, he had eventually been arrested with ruff housing one of his students and was relieved of his teaching duties.
Well things had defiantly started improving since Castiel had taken over or so the universities positive reviews had stated.
Castiel had moved into a small unimposing 1 bedroomed house of which he shared with his ginger tabby Meg, though she was not the nicest of company she was someone to come home to.
Castiel's week had been tiring, his pupils had started a new topic that they were having trouble understanding so Castiel had spent many of his nights in front of his laptop with a microwaved meal re-reading his presentations to make his new topic easier for them to understand. By the end of the week he had run low on supplies and needed to take a trip to the supermarket to restock his shelves.
The trip to the store was uneventful to say the least traffic had been fairly light unlike the usual rush hour traffic the bogged the streets a late Friday afternoon with everyone rushing home to start the weekend.
Castiel had been methodical in his choice of groceries, making sure to grab his essentials and some food for his little tabby.
As he turned to the next isle he saw a flash of plaid and golden brown hair flash past him as they ran into the opposite isle. He smiled as the sight reminded him of his earlier high school years hanging out with his best friend Dean and their little gang of misfits grabbing as much junk food as they could on their Friday afternoons before heading to the Winchesters house hold for their annual movie marathon.
It was a bitter sweet memory really, as a year and a half later his father was transferred to another branch in his company and they had to move house, he had wanted to stay with all his might but ultimately the choice was made for him. The gang promised to stay in touch and dean had promised they would always be friends but within 8 months and tones of unopened messages he rarely heard from his old group of friends anymore. He sighed shaking his head at the memory more than ten years had passed though he still wondered what happened to the old gang, what they were doing now.
After pondering this for a moment his went back to the task at hand, buying his weekly shop.
It was a regular Monday for Dean, he got up, got dressed and when the drill sounded he helped put out fires and save people from flaming infernos. Yet he still had a sense of dread fill him when they got the call that the local university was on fire.
The team flew into action and were quickly on route for the university building, upon arriving at the scene they noted the fire was quickly spreading throughout the building, flames licking out from the right side. Students littered the grounds some ringing for their parents and others in complete tears, the teachers were surveying the students making sure they had an accurate attendance.
Captain Turner, had just finished giving out orders of what needed to be done to get this fire under control when a frantic red head rushed into their vision.
"Please you've got to get them out please!" she cried voice breaking in places as she trembled with fear.
"Who? Who's inside?" Dean question the girl.
"Some of my cla-classmates and my history teacher please, we were in a lecture when the alarm went off. I don't think they made it out in time and I can't see them anywhere" she pleaded looking at the team with wide terrified eyes.
Dean had seen that look to many times to even count, yet each time he saw it, it would give him the same urge to get the job done, save every life the remorseless flames had on the line.
"You heard the girl" Captain Turner barked "we have a couple of students and a history professor to look for. Dean you take your guys inside get those people out of there and boys stay safe" he added giving the boys a final nod of dismissal.
With that the men sprang into action racing towards the blazing building, retching the doors open the team bounded towards the direction of the blaze, dean noted by his surroundings they were headed in the direction of the history department and ordered the men to keep an eye out for their victims.
The corridors were thick with impenetrable black smoke even with masks on you could feel the dry vapour rush across your skin sticking to your pores like tar, breathing in the toxic smoke would cause some damage but not nearly as bad if you touched the blistering flames climbing the walls.
Classroom doors sat ajar and vacant as the tread further into the black abyss, in the distance the sound of scuffling could be heard. Their torches shone around the area trying to catch a glimpse of movement.
A girl was rested against the far walls her friends desperately trying to get her up to no avail. Three of his team mates rushed over, carrying the exhausted female and escorting her friends along the corridors. Pupils taken care of, now for the matter of finding the history teacher.
The guys looked toward him as if asking permission to get the pupils out of there, he nodded "I got the history teach, just get them out of here" he called the sound slightly muted by his mask.
Dean carried on down the hallway towards the thickest source of smoke, flames licked out from each direction, no escaping their wrath. Where was this teacher, he thought frantically just as he caught a glance of an ashen hand laid out from an evacuated classroom door.
Running toward the classroom door he found the professor he was collapsed on his side and unconscious. His face was covered by a thick layer of dark ash, yet it was oddly familiar like seeing a flash from the past. He knew this man, if the lighting had been better maybe the connection would have clicked instantly but for now he was on bided time, he needed to get them out of the building as of now.
Snapping out of his trace he took a quick survey of the mysterious man to check for injuries before lifting him up bridal style and rushing towards the exit.
Teams of medical personnel meet them as he descended the stairs, quickly relieving him of the man and rushing his stretcher to the awaiting ambulance.
A strange sense of Deja vu wash over him as he made his way over to his crew to lend his assistance in simmering down the fire. Who was this guy? Why did worry flood through his veins not knowing the man's upcoming fate, if only he had got a better glance at his face maybe his questions would be answered.