Wings and Winchesters

(A/N: I think the last story had moxy. I hope you like it, oh, but P.S. Is it weird I'm in love with Misha Collins? Read and Review and I'll write you in a few!)

POV: Sam Winchester

"Dean? Dean? Come on, Dean, we have to go to the next class wake up!" I poked him with my pencil before pulling on his arm. I spent my free period reading and doing homework, while Dean saw it as sleepy time. I laughed as a single drop of spit hung from his mouth. I pulled out my phone to take a picture, and when the shutter sound came, Dean woke up.

"Hey! Whodunit? Sam? Now, come on Sam, delete that!" He tried to grab my phone but I'm much faster. I typed in a few numbers and hit send.

"I bet the cheerleading squad will find that sooo attractive, Dean." I gave him a look as I stood up. Grabbing my books, I slipped my phone in my pocket.

"Come on, Sammie. Why did you do that?" He put his hands over his face as he got up from the library beanie chair. Dean fixed his hair and grabbed his bag.

"Because, you obviously aren't too excited for Trigonometry. It's a fun class." Dean fixed the collar on his jacket as I opened the library door. He went through, and I followed.

"You would say…" Dean paused as we heard mutilated screams from the neighboring hallway. Running as fast as I could, I only stopped to find the three worst bullies in my school beating up my adopted cousin, Castiel. Lilith sat and watched as Azazel and Alastair beat up my cousin. A part of me wrenched, and without thinking, I ran after them.

Azazel heard my footsteps and saw me, his eyes turning an odd yellow as his face went pale. Alastair ran as well, but Lilith, she stayed standing there, watching Castiel's pain and probably getting pleasure from it. I pulled her around, looking into her cold eyes.

I remember once she looked like such a little girl. But now, she was grown, and she was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. It still didn't stop me from hitting her in the face. She fell to the ground, and screamed at a low pitch.

"You will pay Sam Winchester, I swear! Pay, pay, you will pay! Pay, I mean it Winchester, pay!" Lilith started going into one of her psychotic breaks, freaking out and seizing on the floor. I guess the male nurse Lucifer had amazing hearing because he came a few seconds later.

"Pay…pay…pay…pay…you will pay…pay…Winchester…pay," spouted Lilith as Lucifer pulled her with him to the office. I sighed, looking for Dean when I needed him most.

Dean walked out of the men's bathroom, zipping up his jeans.

"Really, Dean? Castiel was getting beat up to mere inches of his life and you are taking a whiz? You are pathetic. Come on, we have to go get him." Dean scowled a bit, but followed me.

Castiel lay on the ground, his body bloody and his eyes almost closed shut. I almost puked. Seeing my cousin in this state really hurt my heart pit. I hoisted him by his arms and Dean grabbed his feet. We carried him to the Impala, setting him in the back seat.

"We can't skip school, Dean," I whisper as Castiel grabs his stomach.

"Sure as hell we can, Sammy! Cas can't survive here just yet. Come on, we are going." I use my fingers to rake my hair back and slightly laugh.

"I've got to get Meg, then. She's supposed to tutor him today; I can't. Too much schoolwork and I've got to get my job done at Bobby's." The haunted whiskey bar was my home away from homes. Dean nodded and sat inside the driver seat. I ran in the halls, and saw Meg walking out of the office of Abbadon. I yelled her name, and she glared at me.

"Ah, Sam. Saving the world with your hair again?" I smiled and looked at the floor. She put her hair behind her ear and coughed.

"Not really. You have to come with me. You have to come tutor Cas." I pulled my collar from my neck.

"Ooh I like an assertive man. Are you going to chain me now, Sammy?" She had the most innocent eyes as she looked at me. I held back a choke.

"Whatever, let's go." I walked back to the Impala, Meg on my heels. She climbed into the back and surprisingly put Cas's head on her lap. I shrugged it off and got into shotgun. Dean started the car.

"Hey Clarence, hey, wake up!" She slapped him in the head. That's the reason. I smiled. Meg wasn't the nicest person, I knew, but she got stuff done, and she was nice on the inside. I thought so, at least.

"It's Castiel," he whispered, his voice scratchier than it usually was. She laughed, a guttural snort and I watched her from my mirror stare into his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I almost choked on my drink. Meg saying…sorry? He nodded.

"It's okay, Meg. I'm sure you aren't as much of a Demon as you let on."

"I'll come back to you on that one."
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