Chapter 2

Of all people, it had to be Henry

Soooooooo, this would be chapter 2, the last chapter was really long, this one will be too, but the rest will probably be a little shorter.

Thank you for reviewing, there's like 2 of you right? Wow, small… but whatever, I'll keep writing (mostly because my sister wouldn't leave me alone) and because my friend is reading it too (Nimphidelle) go read her stories, they're good. :D

Oh my god, this AN is taking forever, but just wanted to say that most characters have no meaning, but to start a conversation or something else, like Henry.

So that's enough of that, here's chapter 2….

Castiel's POV

The next day at school I arrived on time, which was great.

But when I walked into the doors I was greeted by Mr. Frank who reminded me I had detention after school today, I nodded and said "yessir."

I sure remembered that, the explosion that Michael had at me was legendary.

Michael expects all of his younger siblings to grow up and become really successful like our father so the family known for its wealth won't go down hill.

So far that's been great, Gabriel got a full ride to some University that he wouldn't tell anyone but Michael because he said he wanted his college years to be private.

Raphael was in university at the moment, and Lucifer of course was very successful, he managed a business just outside of the city, and he was well known, then things went a little down hill when he lost his passport while in Mexico, and then tried to sneak across the boarder. That wasn't very bright on his part.

Balthazar and Anna had they're own jobs, Balthazar worked at this bakery down town and Anna had some unknown job in Germany.

Samandriel had a scholarship. He didn't know what courses to take though, he liked drawing and animating, but that's all he know so far, so he'll work at that hot dog stand until he makes up his mind.

Uriel was just like Lucifer, he had a job at a large bookstore but things got a little screwed up when he got drunk one night, the cops got involved and he got into a fight with one of them, he said it was self-defense, but the jury said otherwise.

I was trying, but I didn't seem to be doing quite good this year.

Anyway, I walked up to my locker and fiddled with the lock till it opened, I shoved all of my supplies into the tiny box and closed it again.

I heard a shout come from the other end of the hallway, naturally I followed the sound.

As I arrived I saw two people where fighting surrounded by spectators who were unsure if they should cheer or stop the fight.

With a jolt I recognized one of the fighters as Dean Winchester, the guy from detention yesterday.

He looked like he was getting a little pummeled, well, so did the other guy, but my natural instinct was to get myself between those two men.

I shoved myself through the crowd of people and walked up to the two fighting men.

"Guys, stop it," I said calmly.

The other guy-not Dean-paused for a moment, as if someone had paused a fight scene in a movie, then he shoved Dean off him and stood up straight to face me.

Shit he was a couple inches taller than me with large muscles on his arms and legs.

I recognized him as Henry Peterson, caption of the rugby team. One of the guys that enjoyed pushing me around.

"What'd ya say, punk?" He asked.

I looked up at him, "I- I just said stop fighting," I stuttered.

Dean adjusted his jaw and stood watching.

I lowered my gaze and readied myself for the punch, but it never came.

I glance up as Henry said, "okay, I'll stop fighting with him," he walked past me.

For a second I thought I was going to survive this, but then Henry turned on his heel and swung his fist forward slamming into my head, just behind the left ear.

I heard a ringing noise first, then I tumbled forward and landed flat on my face on the hallway floor, then I heard Henry laughing, then I heard Mr. Frank yelling at him from somewhere down the hallway.

The ringing noise continued so I couldn't understand much that what going on.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I expected it to be Mr. Frank yelling at me for fighting with Henry; he obviously didn't see how it actually played out.

But a soft female voice said "Mr. Milson? Are you alright?"

I recognized it as Teresa, the school nurse.

I groaned, I felt like lying there and dying, my head pounded from the slam of it hitting the floor.

But Teresa helped me stand up, I swayed, with nothing to hold onto except for Teresa, which felt kind of awkward.

I saw Mr. Frank yelling at Dean and Henry, telling them they had detention after school today.

With me, shit.

Teresa led me down to the sick room, I sat on the bed as she went and got an ice pack.

She gave it to me and I placed it on the bruise above my right eye, where I had hit the ground.

Teresa smiled at me, she had one of those warm smiled that made everything seem okay.

Along with her grey eyes and light brown hair that was tucked up in a bun, except for a couple short strand that hung over her forehead like bangs, she was a very beautiful women, and a great nurse.

A heard the first bell ring, telling the students to head for they're classes.

Teresa left for a moment and came back with a tube of some ointment to help the swelling go down.

She rubbed it on the bruise behind my ear and over my eye.

"There we go," she said, right as she finished the second bell rang, saying kids! You better be in your class or it's detention!

That wouldn't apply for me, though. Being in the sick room was the one exception.

The rules where so strict here that no one would test the limits, that's why the only exception known so far was the sick room one.

Samandriel tested the limits once, when he was in his sophomore year, he arrived about 56 seconds late and he still got detention because he missed attendance.

Teresa smiled at me and said, "still with me Mr. Milson?"

"Huh?" I said sounding dumb; I was probably staring off into space.

Teresa looked up at me and smiled again "here, take the ice pack and I'll escort you back to your class, then you won't get detention."

I decided not to mention that I already have detention.

I stood outside the detention room, I was rather freaking out about what Henry Peterson would do if Mr. Mortan fell asleep again, and what he was capable of doing.

My imagination took control at that point. At first I just thought he would start flinging elastics at me, or maybe he'd throw a pencil, or a chair.

Things started to grow from there.

By the end I had this idea that Henry would turn into this raging psychopath with a hockey mask and chainsaw.

He would hack Mr. Mortan to bits then turn on me and Dean, he would chase us around the room a little but then Mr. Frank would storm in and Henry would then proceed to chop him to bits too, which was actually kind of good.

Then two things occurred to me.

One, why would he turn into a psychopath and kill people then when he could've at the fight in the first place and two, where the hell would he get a chainsaw in a room with only desks, chairs and pencils?

I finally got the courage to walk in the door.

Dean was sitting in the middle, his head rested in his hands, he looked so friggin' bored he wanted to die.

Henry was in the corner eating something that looked uneatable.

Mr. Mortan grunted as I walked in and handed him my second – and hopefully last – detention slip.

I sat down across from Dean, "Hey," I whispered but Mr. Mortan glowered at me.

He then proceeded to fall asleep, what was with this guy? Just cant stay awake.

Dean didn't reply.

We sat there awkwardly again.

Henry started picking off bits of whatever he was eating and throwing it at me, probably because I was the easy target.

Dean had fought with him in the morning and I guess he knew how good a fighter he was.

I remembered something I wanted to ask Dean.

Ignoring the pieces of food that bounced off my head I pulled out a piece of paper from my pants pocket and wrote down "why'd you get in a fight with Henry anyways?" And I passed it to Dean.

I could here Henry snicker, but I knew he wouldn't wake up Mr. Mortan or he would get another detention for throwing food.

Dean glanced at me but I just gave him a look that said, "just a question."

He wrote something then gave the paper back.

"He was pushing my bro around, I just got mad, Sam went and got Mr. Frank when we started pummeling and he couldn't stop us by yelling."

Oh I thought that's who yelled from down the hallway.

I wrote back "so do you know Henry well?"

He replied, "no, I just met him. You?"

I replied "not really," I didn't want Dean to know that he pushed me around a lot, so I lied about that.

I handed the note to Dean but just as it passed through the space between us Henry unexpectedly stood up and snatched the paper from me.

He continued to walk as he opened the paper.

He stopped at the front of the class, and turned to face us. Surprisingly, Mr. Mortan didn't wake up.

His eyes traced the paper.

He smirked "Castiel, you know me more than that," he said.

I sighed, "Henry just give us the paper back."

Dean seamed uninterested in doing anything but sit in his seat.

"What's wrong Dean?" Henry asked.

Dean replied fast, he was quick witted guy, "you!" he said, very loud, and apparently loud enough to wake up Mr. Mortan, who then proceeded to yell at Henry for standing up.

After everything was calmed down we at in silence-because Mr. Mortan made the effort to stay awake-until 4:00, then we were dismissed.

I sat out on the bench outside the school, waiting for Gabriel to turn up blasting some 80's rock music, or maybe it was the 70's today, or possibly the music of the day, the stuff that plays on the radio over and over and over.

Henry got picked up right away, but Dean sat down beside me.

"What did Henry mean when he said guys knew each other better than that?" He asked

I shrugged "it's, uh, well, we've been going to this school since we were freshman, and I guess he thought he knew me," I mumbled.

Dean gave me a look like "yeah? Well, I think there's more to the story than that," but he didn't say anything.

I saw Gabriel's car gleam in the distance, obviously he had a day off and put another coat of wax on it. He worshiped that car.

I groaned, "Well, that'd be my brother," I said.

"Your brother has that car?!" He asked.

I nodded, standing up.

"Whoaaa, that's, that's a jaguar!" Dean said, his eyes were wide with amazment.

"Erm, yeah it is," I replied.

"Whoa, you guys are so lucky to be so rich, my family can only afford a second hand car, and a '67 at that, I mean, I don't dis our car, I love her, but man, you guys are lucky."

I could hear music, as Gabriel's car got closer, he was blasting "ride the lightning" by Metallica.

I shrugged "being rich just means you have a big house and a lot of rooms and sometimes you get lost and you get the idea that someday someone is going to break into your house and hold you hostage until the rest of your family gives him all of the money you have. It's not paradise Dean, if anything it's hell, I don't even know what my parents look like too, I don't even know what my moms name is, all of my family are my half-brothers, it's just not as it seams," I said.

"Oh, well, I'm going to head back to my seedy motel, were I don't think I can get lost in," Dean muttered as Gabriel rolled up and parked.

Dean jogged off.

Gabriel stuck his head out the window and opened his mouth to say some phrase that he'd probably thought through for the entire day and couldn't wait to say it.

But his face turned to horror "Castiel! What happened?!" He asked climbing out of the car.

"What? Oh-" I touched the bruise over my eye-"you mean this? It's-it's nothing, mean it doesn't hurt anymore, or anything, didn't you get a call from the school?"

"Who did this to you?" Gabriel growled, completely ignoring my question, Gabriel probably just wasn't informed yet, Michael must've got the phone call.

"I just- um, got in between a fight, and stopped it, but one of the guys was a little mad," I squeaked.

"Who?" Gabriel continued.

"Um, Henry Peterson," I whispered.

"Henry... Like the rugby captain?"

"Erm, yes."

"Oh man, I'm going to rip his heart out!" Gabriel yelled, "no, no, no, I will start with his fingernails… and I will pull off every last one of them, slowly… then I will pluck out his eyes with a tooth pick, then I will take an apple peeler-"

"Gabriel, stop your grossing me out."

"What I was just telling you what I'd do!" Gabriel complained as I climbed into the car.

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Okay I just have to mention that in the process of writing this AN I was eating cranberries and I accidentally dropped one on my cat and she totally freaked out and flailed around and swatted at the air, then she slowly went over and sniffed the cranberry and then walked off with her head held high like she meant to do it… ha ha haaaa… okay don't ask, I'm weird.