Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the TV show Supernatural. I'm just a sad fangirl.

Thanks for the review and follows. They mean the world to me. I apologize in advanced, this chapter just wouldn't work with me. Also, since I'm not used to present tense I may have switched tenses here and there so if you see a mistake please tell me and I'll fix it as soon as I can.

Anyway, on with the story!


Pesky Questions and a Kindhearted Offer

Castiel darts up into a sitting position, trying to calm the familiar feeling of a growing panic attack. The back of his shirt clings to his perspiring body as if it were its job to absorb every drop of sweat, while he pulls his knees to his chest. It's no secret that he was against moving but being the youngest in the family meant he had no say in the matter and because of that he's been experiencing an uncontrollable bout of insomnia on top of his already present nightmares. When he finally regains steady breathing, he makes his way to the kitchen as quietly as he can manage to get a cup of water.

"Why are you awake?" His father bellows from the doorway. The younger boy's eyes widen fearfully while he grips his glass as tightly as possible in order to avoid dropping it. "Are you going to answer me, boy?" Zachariah asks, demandingly. Almost immediately, the space between the two males practically vanishes and Castiel's elder is towering over him in a threatening manner.

"I-I just wanted some w-water." Castiel manages to get out with only minor stutters.

"Water?" Zachariah yells, spitting in his son's face. "Get your ass back to bed. I hear one compliant come out of your vile mouth in the morning and you will regret it." He says sternly. Castiel puts his glass in the sink and, with extreme swiftness, staggers back to his room.

He falls into the sea of blankets that he calls a bed and stares at the ceiling. His father never did care much for Castiel and he was used to the discipline he received from Zachariah but that doesn't stop the aching and longing for some sort of decency to pass into his life. Seventeen years of dealing with cold-hearted abuse at his father's hand didn't leave the boy as broken as most would think. He still holds onto what little hope he can get and that may just be the reason for his father finally deciding to abandon him once and for all. He closes his eyes tightly to hold back tears but before he can object, slumber falls on him.


"Wake up. We're leaving." Someone says, kicking Castiel awake. Blinking with confusion, the still-half-asleep teen looks up at his brother. "You have five minutes, father and I will be in the car." Without another word, Michael turns and stalks off, leaving a very tired Castiel to get ready in record time.

When they arrive to the average-size high school, Zachariah reminds Castiel that if he messes up or talks out place once during this process he will find himself homeless. After years of beating that concept into him, it seems redundant to Castiel that his father feels he has to remind him that no one cares about his input. So when Castiel notices that Zachariah forgot all of the paperwork needed for enrollment he knows better than to notify him and just waits for his father to tell him to grab them.

"I forgot your paperwork, go grab it." Zachariah demands. Castiel quickly gets up and starts to go before being pulled back by the shoulder and turned to face his father. "Don't roll your eyes at me, boy." He manages to spit out a quick, yet sincere apology and hurries out of the room, knowing that if he takes too long it'll upset Zachariah. He lets his mind wander to secure his calm only to be pulled back into reality by the slam of a car door. Looking around the parking lot, his eyes land on two boys on either side of a '67 Impala. The older one suddenly slams his hand down on the hood and yells, "God dammit, Sammy!"

It's not until the younger boy (presumably the 'Sammy' that the other boy referred to) finally lumbers off that Castiel realizes that he's been away longer than his father would like and, with the utmost delicacy, grabs the folder of documents and runs back inside. He receives a scornful glare from his father but, luckily, nothing more. He counts his blessings and finds a seat to get as comfortable as possible in while the adults talk through all of the details of his enrollment.

"That's all. We'll get Castiel's schedule and show him around." The register says cheerfully.

"I'll see you when you get home." Zachariah says, directing it to Castiel, before muttering a quick 'thank you' to the administrators and leaving with Michael.

Before Castiel knows it, he's being lead back into the hallway with a younger boy who's been assigned the task of showing him around.

"Castiel Novak?" The boy mutters, as if he's trying to figure out how it tastes on his tongue. Suddenly his eyes widen and he asks, "Isn't your father the big-shot movie producer?"

As much as Castiel gets asked that, you'd think it was true but it isn't. "No. That is my uncle, Gabriel." He answers quietly.

Soon after he finishes showing Castiel around, Chuck (he introduced himself during the 'tour' of the school) offers to get him coffee from across the street to kill some time but Castiel politely declines, explaining that he intends on spending the extra time in the library to get some rest. Unfortunately, there isn't much time for rest before first period begins so when the time comes, Castiel trudges tiredly to his classroom, barely making it in time.

Castiel quickly finds his teacher on the other side of the room and hands him the schedule he's supposed to sign. "I'm Mr. Thomson and you must be Castiel." He says, grabbing the schedule from his hands. His eyes linger on the student as if debating whether or not to say something. "I'm assuming there's no relation to the producer, Gabriel Novak." Mr. Thomson lets out an anxious laugh.

"Gabriel is my uncle." Castiel answers, respectfully stifling the annoyance bubbling inside of him.

"Ahh, that must be nice." The teacher fidgets with his tie and lets out another nervous laugh. "So, is he really shooting a movie here?" Although his voice is full of hesitance, his eyes light up with excitement and, of course, Castiel notices; which makes him almost too uncomfortable to look the elder in the eyes.

"I have not been informed of that." Actually, Castiel hasn't heard from his uncle in months but that's normal, Gabriel and him were never too close to begin with anyway. However, his father makes sure that his son doesn't tell others what Gabriel's business plans are-regardless of whether he's informed of them or not. 'Family affairs stay within the family' Zachariah had reminded the brothers the last time Gabriel came over for dinner.

As the other students start to get rowdy, Castiel takes the opportunity to change the subject and ask where he's supposed to sit. When he's directed to the only available seat at the end of the room, he picks up the schedule and trots over to it only to find it occupied by someone's leg. He clears his throat to say something but stops when the other boy's head jumps up.

"Who're you?" He grumbles with a husky voice laced with sleep deprivation.

"I am Castiel. Mr. Thomson instructed me to sit in the seat that you've made into a footrest. It would be appreciated if you moved." Castiel manages to say with a little more confidence than he would've liked, ending up coming off as a snob.

The boy moves from his comfortable position with a roll of his eyes and an annoyed sigh before looking Castiel over. Castiel sits down feeling as if he were under inspection, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat and when he lifts his head the first thing his eyes come into view of is a pair of the heaviest, green eyes he'd ever seen. A lack of sleep seems to be the last complaint his eyes held but before Castiel gets the chance to identify any other emotion, the boy shoves his head back into his arms and falls asleep rather quickly.

"You're the new kid right?" Someone asks from behind Castiel. It seems silly to him that someone would ask that seeing that he's obviously new but he nods politely regardless. "Is it true that you're father is making a movie here?" She asks with a smile.

"No, that is not true." He answers annoyed by everyone's fascination with who they think his father is. Where everyone is getting this idea of a movie is beyond him but he's definitely growing tired of it.

By the time he walks into his third class of the day he's been asked about Gabriel and the rumored movie a total of seven times and to top everything he learned by firsthand experience that his history teacher is swimming in bitter generosity. She assigned him two projects, three handouts, and bookwork in hopes to get him up to date with the rest of the class. He tried to remind her that he had only just now moved here and that it was too much work but she wouldn't have any 'excuses or complaints'.

He falls into his third seat of the day, annoyed and worn out. "Tired already, newbie?" A girl asks quietly from his side. Her voice is soft aside from the condescending tone and when he lifts his head to look at her, he quickly recognizes her as the girl that sat next to the exhausted boy from his art class.

"Annoyed is more like it." He admits, looking away from her.

"Well, I'm Jo and if you don't have any other plans, feel free to sit with me and my friends at lunch." She offers kindly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, we won't mind the extra company." Jo says before the teacher slams a book down and tells everyone to get to their seats. She shoots a sloppy wink in his direction before she walks over to her own seat across the room.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Castiel thanks the cosmos that she didn't ask about a nonexistent movie.


This chapter didn't really turn out how I would've liked but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

Next chapter is in first person.

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