Author's Note: Hey, Guys! Here's a Fanfic I've been working on for a while. I'm pretty new at writing Destiel Fanfics, but not new to Fanfiction. I'm actually a writer for a different Fandom, but I just love Destiel so much that I thought this would be Fun! Also, I'm very sorry that this is a short Chapter, but that's because it's the first one. As a writer, I love detail. So, most Chapters after this will be longer than 4,000 words. One last thing, Dean makes his grand entrance into the story in the next Chapter. Just a Warning: I have changed up the Characters Personalities a little. Castiel isn't that awkward and Dean isn't just a Bad-Boy, he's a Man Magnet too. So, I hope you like it. ENJOY & REVIEW ! (:

Ps: This story does have a Soundtrack! But, it starts on the Next Chapter.

Castiel POV:

I set my suitcase down behind the passenger seat and gently close the back door. Never in my life, did I think I would be moving to England. I've lived in Los Angeles for the 16 years of my existence. But, since my Mother and Father's divorce finalized Two months ago, my Dad decided to move somewhere far away; for a fresh new start at life. My Mother wasn't too happy when I chose to go with my Dad instead of staying, but she understood when I told her that this was a opportunity I didn't want to miss out on.

"Castiel, are you ready?"

I turn my head to the side and look at my old house. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as my Mom walks down the steps, crying.

"Mom, I'm going to be fine. I promise."

I take a couple of steps forward and wrap my arms around her, burying my face into her Sea of Hair. I take in a deep breath and my nostrils fill with her perfume; taking me back to my childhood. I'm really going to miss this. I'm really going to miss her.

"Promise me that you'll call and text?"

I nod my head and she smiles, placing a small kiss on my cheek. I slowly pull away from her and get into the car, watching her face fade through the window as we drive off. After an hour of driving, we finally pull up in front of the Airport. The amount of people rushing and pushing past others is large. I walk behind my Dad at a fast pace, making sure to never lose him.

After 30 minutes of rushing, we're finally in our seats. I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about leaving Los Angeles. I'm not worried about never seeing people again, because frankly, I never had any friends. But, I'm more worried about leaving my Mother here all by herself; especially since we were always together. Believe it or not, she actually taught me how to be a Man more than my Father did. My Dad was always to busy at work.

"Here's your book, Boy."

I hear my Dad's voice. I turn my head to the side and smile, grabbing my Paper-Back Novel from his hands. He shifts in his seat and gently rests his head on my shoulder. I let out a small chuckle and open my book, preparing my imagination for the long flight. A couple of hours pass and I turn my head to the side, checking on him. The blanket the Flight Attendant draped over him is still tucked underneath his chin and his headphones are still blasting Soft-Rock Music into his ears. I let out a small sigh and smile, returning my attention to my book.

I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder and I slowly open my eyes, confused as to who woke me. I feel the small tap again and turn my head to the side, looking right at my Dad. He has both of our bags in his hand with a smile on his face.

"We're here, Boy. London, England."

I take in a deep breath and turn my head to the side, looking out of the small-square window. There's not much to see, especially with the white snow covering the ground and rooftops. Normally, we wouldn't travel during the Winter. But, the Private School that I will be attending has a Winter Semester. So, I had to be here before January 2nd.

"This is the place?"

My Dad asks the Taxi Driver. I look out the window and stare at the Large-White House. The Blue-Wooden Shutters make the snow look Milky-White. It's a beautiful house. While my Dad digs into his pants pocket for his wallet, I open the car door and step out on the crunchy ice. The air here is cold. I can feel my cheeks and nose already burning with a bright scarlet color. But, it's worth it. London is really Beautiful, especially covered in a White-Thin Blanket of Snow.

"Here's your luggage, Boy."

I turn my head to the side and see my Dad standing at the curb with both of our suitcases. He picks both of them up and hands me mine. I take it and slowly follow behind him as he leads the way to our new front door.

"The Lady said the key is under the Flower-pot, would you get it for me?"

I nod my head and turn around, looking down at the only flower-pot on the front porch. I lift it up and grab the small shiny piece of metal. It's strangely heavy for being so small, but I shrug it off and hand it to my Dad. He opens the Front Door and slowly walks inside, with me right behind him. As soon as I cross the threshold, my jaw drops at the Decor. The light Caramel-Painted walls go perfectly with the Olive-Green Couches and Dark-Wood Floors.

"Dad, this place is . . . amazing."

I say, turning my head towards him. He's wearing the same expression as me, eyes wide and mouth open.

"No Shit. It didn't look this good online."

I let out a small chuckle and he shakes his head, smiling lightly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go pick your room!"

I smile and grab my suitcase, walking towards the Spiral staircase that leads to the second floor. Each piece of wood creaks under me as I slowly make my way up. I stand at the edge of the staircase and look down the hall, staring at the Four-Wooden Doors that have rooms behind them. I take in a deep breath and slowly make my way over to the first Door. I push it open and my eyes instantly light up at the sight in front of me. Usually, rooms have a normal set of Four-plain walls. This room is different. It has Four walls, but only Three of them are Plain and white. The last wall isn't in fact a wall, but a window. It's as if there isn't a wall there at all. I walk in and set my Suitcase right in front of my closet.

"This is my room."

I mumble to myself, smiling with each word.

"Really? The window doesn't scare you?"

I turn my head to the side and see my Dad standing in the middle of the threshold, arms folded across his chest. I smile and walk over to the Large Queen Bed, sitting at the edge.

"No, I love it. Why, does it scare you?"

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"No, It doesn't. But, Cassy . . . if you're not happy here, let me know?"

I let out a small sigh and shake my head, a small smile forming on my face as I start to picture my room decorated and set up.

"Don't worry, Dad. I kind of like it here already."

He smiles and nods his head, adjusting his shoulder that's leaning against the frame of the Door.

"Good. So, are you ready to live in a dorm all by yourself?"

He asks, raising an eyebrow. I take in a deep breath and feel my heart start to slowly race. When my Dad told me about my school, I was a little nervous. Instead of a regular Public School, I'm going to a Private-Boarding School. Meaning, dorms on Campus. The only time I'll be in this house, in this room, is on the Weekends and Holidays. Other than that, every day will be spent at the Campus of my School.

"Dad, I'll be fine."

He takes in a deep breath and sighs, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile.

"Okay. I'm going to run to the Market, get some food in this house. Want to come?"

"Sure, I just need to use the bathroom really quick."

I close the bathroom door and walk over to the staircase, drying my hands on the rough material of my pants. As I walk down each step, I hear my Dad's voice mumbling softly. I get to the bottom step and see my Dad waiting for me, his eyes rolling at the sound of the person's voice at the other end of the line.

"Mom."

I say, simply. He chuckles lightly and pulls the phone away from his ear, handing it to me. I grab it and bring the speaker up to my ear.

"Mom?"

"Castiel Novak, why didn't you call? I've been worried sick! Your flight landed Two Hours and Thirty Minutes ago!"

I let out a small chuckle and follow my Dad outside, the cold air hitting my face like peppermint. He turns his body around and starts walking across the snow-covered lawn. I get a little confused and follow him with my eyes, watching as he walks up to a Brand New car sitting in the drive-way.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was busy settling in."

"Our first trip to the Market . . . in London."

My Dad says, a small smiling forming on his lips. I let out a small chuckle and open the door of our Rental Car, climbing out into the Chilly Cold air. I take in a deep breath and turn my head around, looking at the people who are walking in and out of the Market. Most of them have either Bright-Blonde Hair, Warm-Red Locks or Dark Brown Waves. But, one thing they all have is Pale-White Skin.

"Come on, Boy."

I set my fork down and reach for my glass, taking a sip of my soda. I set my glass back down and take in a deep breath, looking up at my Dad who's sitting across from me.

"So, big day tomorrow. Are you excited?"

I grab my fork and stab at a piece of my chicken, tossing it into my mouth.

"A little."

"Are you scared or nervous? Because, it's okay to be."

I set my fork back down and look straight into his eyes, lightly nodding my head.

"Nervous, yea."

He takes in a deep breath and nods, tossing a spoonful of White Rice into his mouth.

"Well, you're gonna be fine. I know you are."

My lips curl into a small smile and I return to my food, tossing the last piece of chicken into my mouth.

"How do you feel about uniform?"

My Dad asks. I push my plate to the middle of the table, signaling that I'm done and shrug my shoulders.

"It's okay, I guess."

My Dad nods and pushes his empty plate to the middle. I push my chair back and stand up, grabbing both plates and walking into the kitchen. I place both plates into the sink and turn on the water, hearing my Dad's footsteps. He places both of our Glass cups gently into the sink and places his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

"Go and get ready for tomorrow, I'll clean up."

I turn my head towards him and see him smiling weakly. I let out a small sigh and nod, drying my hands on my shirt as I walk towards the stairs. I climb each step gently, loving the creak the floor creates under my weight. I walk to the door of my Room and gently push it open, walking straight towards my closet. I grab the small handle of my suitcase and slowly drag it to the bed, lifting it up as soon as my knees hit the edge. I unzip the top and open it up, seeing nothing but Navy-Blue Blazers, White-Polo T-shirts, Navy-Blue Pullovers, and Khaki Pants. I take in a deep breath and gently take out each one, revealing the set of normal clothes I have at the bottom of my suitcase. Normally, I would have around Three suitcases for all of my clothes. But, my mom saved me the trouble of having to carry all Three by sending them to my School; along with all of my Dorm accessories.

I toss my pajamas on to the bed and grab all of my Clothes for school, gently folding them back up. I place them inside my suitcase and zip it up, looking at the small pouch on top. I unzip it and pull out the Bag of Body-washes, Soaps and Shampoos my Mom packed for me. I turn the clear bag around and my lips curl into a small-weak smile. Inside the bag, is another little bag. It has a Comb, Gel, Tooth-brush, Tooth-paste and Deodorant. I let out a small chuckle and push it back into the front pouch, zipping it up.

"All set?"

I hear my Dad's voice. I turn around and see him leaning against the Door-Frame, holding a set of sheets in one hand, a large comforter in the other.

"Yea, all set. I'm going to take a shower in the morning."

I say, grabbing my suitcase and setting it on the floor. He nods and shrugs his arms, signaling for me to take the contents in them. I walk over to him and grab both with each hand, smiling lightly.

"Thanks."

I say, turning around and setting them on my bed.

"Don't forget to set your alarm, Boy."

I keep my back to him and nod my head, reaching inside my pocket. I pull out my cell phone and tap the Alarm button.

"What time do I have to be up?"

I ask, focusing on the screen in front of me.

"6 o'clock. We have to be there by 7:45 to meet up with someone who's going to be showing you around."

I nod and set my Alarm for 6 o'clock. I place my Cell phone on the nightstand that's next to my bed and turn around, smiling at my Dad.

"Okay, all done."

My Dad chuckles and slowly enters my room, walking up to me. He places a stern hand on my shoulder and takes in a deep breath, staring directly into my eyes.

"Can I ask you a question, Cassy?"

I nod my head and he sighs, gripping my shoulder.

"Are you sure you want to stay? I mean, I don't want you to leave . . . but, If you want to go home, I'll understand."

He says, weakly. I turn my head to the side and stare into his eyes, wondering why he keeps asking me this question. Does it look like I don't want to be here?

"I'm sure, Dad."

He lets out a small sigh and squeezes my shoulder. My lips curl into a weak smile and he nods, taking his hand off of my shoulder. He turns around and walks to the door.

"Night, Cassy."

He says, disappearing down the Hall.

"Goodnight, Dad."

I whisper, feeling my eyes begin to water. Even though I'll be seeing him every weekend, I still don't know how I'm going to survive 5 days a week without him. Don't get me wrong, I miss my Mother with every single bone in my Body. But, my Dad is my Dad. I've always had a connection with him that I never had with my Mother. She may have taught me a lot about being a Man, but my Father is the Prime Example of one. And, I look up to him for that. I want to be just like him one day.

I blink the water away from my eyes and turn around, grabbing the hem of my shirt. I lift it up and toss it to the ground, feeling the cold instantly surround me. I grab my Black Thermal from the bed and put it on, feeling a wave of warmth cover me once again. I drop my hands down to the button of my jeans and gently undo the button and zipper. I push them all the way down to my ankles and kick them to the side, grabbing my Black and White Plaid-Pajama Pants. I step into them and swiftly pull them up, feeling the elastic band hug my waist.

"Much better."

I mumble, grabbing the fresh sheets at the edge of the bed. I toss one to the side and spread the other across my Queen-Sized Mattress. I grab the Thick-Blue Comforter and toss it back on the bed, climbing on to the mattress for the first time. It's not exactly fluffy, but it's not exactly hard; just the way I like it. I smile and grab the Comforter, spreading it out as I lay down. As soon as my head collides with the Fluffy pillow, my limbs relax as the comforter warms my whole body.

"Tomorrow, I'll be sleeping in my Dorm at an All Boys School. Great."