Hi Destiel fans! So here's the second chapter! Yay! So this may be a little fast pace, I know. Like I said though, even in that blasted novel I wrote, I had troubles with the pace. Anyway, so if a chapter is late, cause i'm trying to post one everyday, I apologize. Sometimes school will get in the way, high school that is. Hate it! Lol! I wanted to thank thiscouldbealittlemoresonic (I love the name!) for the review! If I forgot someone, sorry. :/ Anyway, Gabriel is a little darker than the archangel in Supernatural, but don't worry! We'll have our candy loving Trickster back soon, just a rough time. Cool! So hope you like it! Read and Review! XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters, or like Destiel would be canon last year...potatoes!

-J.J._

Chapter One: Castiel

"Wake up, Cassie!" Gabriel shouted, pounding on the door.

Castiel rolled over in bed, and unwrapped his wings from around his body. He got to his feet and stretched his wings until he was satisfied. Castiel was excited, more than excited, and nervous. Gabriel had moved him to a new school, Laurence High. Castiel loved his brother and how his brother was trying to find him a school where Castiel didn't get bullied as bad. It truly was a tough job. Maybe, maybe though. Castiel could make some secret friends. Castiel waved that off, Castiel was a freak. Nobody would be able to love him, care for him, and be friends with him. Gabriel was right, Castiel was an… oddity in the Human world. Gabriel though, Gabriel was his loving brother and his friend.

Castiel grabbed a black Linkin Park t-shirt, a black pair of jeans, and the rest of the clothes he had to wear. He also grabbed the harness that sat on his bedside and headed to the bathroom. Once there, he quickly got a shower and pulled his boxers and pants on. He ran his hands through the feathers on his back, sighing in contempt. Then he pulled the harness out and set the pieces out. Then Castiel pulled his wings to his back and pulled the first two straps over his shoulder. He threaded a metal backing plate, which managed to press his wings even more tightly to his back. Castiel rolled his shoulders and grimaced. He already couldn't wait for the school day to end. He was then pulling the last leather piece around his waist, pining a metal piece and his wings to his back.

Castiel pulled his shirt on carefully, then his Trench Coat, and ran down the stairs. Gabriel handed Castiel a bowl of cereal and his bag.

"Hurry up, brother. It's 7:30, and first bell rings in an hour. I must 'drive' you to your first day," Gabriel joked.

"I'm not hungry," Castiel said, pushing the bowl away.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at Castiel in sadness. "Its going to be ok, Cassie. You just have one year of this life and then you can take off for good. I'm sorry, brother."

"Can we just go?" Castiel replied.

Gabriel sighed, but grabbed his keys. Castiel got up and grabbed his bag. Castiel didn't really know of how much Gabriel's heart was breaking. Gabriel desperately wanted Castiel to live a life where he didn't have to hide anymore. However, they couldn't do that until Gabriel figured out how to permanently remove the wings.

"Hey, Castiel," Gabriel called to the retreating form of his brother.

Castiel whirled around. "What?"

"When do you think you're going to molt? I mean… you molt when the season changes from cold to warm," Gabriel answered.

"Within the month, I hope. These feathers are getting heavy and hot," Castiel answered, getting in the car.

Castiel shut the door and patiently waited for his brother. The metal blade started digging into his shoulder blades, and Castiel sighed. So much discomfort to go to school. Castiel wished he Samandriel was still alive, and that thought made his bad mood fade to worse. It was all Castiel's fault that Samandriel died. His brother was smart, but back when it was tough, he wasn't smart enough. Castiel would be forever grateful of Samandriel's invention of the harness on his back. Of course, it was starting to fall apart. Castiel tried to smile at the thought of Samandriel sitting at his desk at wee hours in the morning, pencil in hand, papers crumpled and strewn across their motel room, ferociously working on his latest design of Castiel's wing harness. Back then, Samandriel had already built Castiel one. Castiel let him, because it was the only way to keep Samandriel's mind off of the deaths of their parents and their eldest brother, Balthazar. Oh, how Castiel missed his little brother. Samandriel had died of brain cancer, grade 4 glioblastoma. Those last twelve months went to fast…and then Samandriel was gone.

Castiel loved his brother so much, out of the two he was closest with, it was Samandriel. Losing him was worse than losing Balthazar… at least Balthazar's death had been quick. Within four years, Castiel's family had been reduced to just his brother and him. Samandriel wasn't just the only person Castiel missed. His mom, she was like him. She didn't have the full wings and stuff, but she had stumps in the middle of her back. Oh, how she loved her son, no matter what. Wings or not, she was proud of Castiel. That there is what made Castiel break…that is why Castiel wasn't what he used to be. Castiel just didn't have that kind of love anymore…sure Gabriel loved him, but it was complicated. Gabriel did in fact resent Castiel sometimes, mother loved little baby Cassie more. Especially since Gabriel had strived so hard for his parents affection. Plus, during their brotherly fights, Gabriel had screamed that Castiel was a freak to Human nature. That hurt. It hurt Castiel a lot.

Castiel's day got worse when he remembered who's birthday would be today. Samandriel would have been eleven today…eleven. Castiel felt tears forming in his eyes for the hundredth time these past two years. Samandriel had died eight days short of September 19, eight days short of his birthday. By then, though, he had forgotten who we were and who he was.

"After school, can we go to Samandriel's grave?" Castiel asked his brother as Gabriel pulled up to the High School.

Gabriel's hands clutched the steering wheel. Gabriel reached over to the console, pulled out a sucker, and popped it into his mouth.

"It's Samandriel's birthday…I…just thought we could celebrate it with him," Castiel tried to explain.

Gabriel let out a strangled cry. "Get. Out. Of. The. Car."

Castiel knew immediately that he crossed Gabriel's 'line'. Yet he couldn't help but snarl at his brother. "You're not the only one who misses him. If I had a freaking choice, I'd bring Samandriel back in place of me."

"Why can't you shut up once in awhile, Cassie?" Gabriel asked.

"Because I'm the freak of a brother you've been cursed with. Don't bother picking me up tonight…I'm taking my own route home. I'll be back at dark," Castiel snarled, got out of the car, and slammed the door shut behind him.

Gabriel didn't immediately drive away, he couldn't. He watched his brother run towards the school not looking back. Ever since that fight, Gabriel couldn't take back what he said. Gabriel remembered the entire thing…

"Instead of getting our brothers back, I get stuck with a piece of shit like you!" He had screamed. "A stupid freak…and I hate you! I hate how mom kept you! I hate living with you, caring for you! Why do you have to be so…mutated, so disgustingly different?"

Gabriel erased his emotions and put the car in drive. He all but sped out of there. He, however, failed to notice the baby blue eyes filled with tears watching in silent agony. Then Castiel steeled himself up and walked through the front doors with the familiar feeling of cold metal on his back. All was right in the world again… or that's the façade that Castiel used.

Castiel's went first to the office to get his schedule and locker plus combo. After that, he went hunting for his locker, which was down Maroon hallway. At 295, he stopped. This was it, his very own locker for the time being. Last school, he had to share with someone. Gabriel, however, had made sure Castiel had a locker all to his own. Gabriel didn't want anyone to find out about his mutation, right? Castiel studied his schedule closely, he had English first with Ms. Butler in room 403. He packed away all his binders, grabbed his English one, his sketch pad, and his pencil case. He was all but set. Castiel then turned to head out to the commons, were all the kids arrived before first bell. As he turned a corner though, he ran smack dab into someone. Before he could stop it, he fell flat on his back and hissed as a corner of the metal plate went into his back. The other boy was able to stop himself from falling. When Castiel saw him though, his heart stopped.

The boy who he had run into was beautiful. He had short dirty blonde hair that was spiked up slightly. He wore an old leather jacket over a tight black shirt and regular jeans. His face was tan and splattered with freckles. What really made Castiel freeze up was his eyes. Bright, emerald green eyes that peered through his soul. If Castiel was weak, his façade would have crumbled. Castiel mentally laughed, he wasn't weak.

"Oh, man. Sorry!" The boy said quickly and offered his hand to Castiel.

Castiel took it graciously and got to his feet, grabbing his scattered books.

"I'm Dean Winchester, by the way," the boy, Dean, said.

"Castiel Novak. Thanks for…helping me," Castiel said quickly, before taking off.

Castiel arrived in the commons and found an empty seat. His wide, blue eyes studied everything around him. From the people, to their actions, to their groups, and to the school. Things he couldn't ever be part of, and he did feel sad about it. Castiel's mindset was darker than ever now, and he knew that full well. He hated being alone with his thoughts, because it always hurt. For the first time though, Castiel had felt an emotion he never had before when he ran into Dean. He couldn't explain it of course… he'd have to ask his brother about it after school. Oh, yeah. Castiel was going to take off after school, literally. He'd take off for the ground, and fly until the sunset. It was definitely going to be beautiful tonight.

Castiel retrained his thoughts to flying. He reminisced in that feeling of the air rushing past him, carrying him aloft. He loved the feeling of the heat on his feathers. It was never cold up in the air, or at least, Castiel never felt the cold. The clouds' misty textures clung to him as he soared. Castiel knew that flying while it was light out was very dangerous. He didn't stop to experience the build up, he, in turn, just shot up above the clouds. His black wings would be to visible in the sky. There was no flying bid at the same size as him.

The school bell than rang, and the kids got to their feet and headed to class. Castiel took Gold hallway to the English room, and was the first in there. His teacher, , smiled at him cheerfully.

"You must be Castiel Novak!" She said. "We'll find you a seat."
Castiel nodded and awkwardly stood by the wall, his eyes scanning the room. There were four rows of five desks in the middle and a line of desks outlining the room. It was haphazard in a good way. Castiel didn't noticed the kids starting to file in until one bumped into him on accident. Within a few minutes, his class was all seated and the tardy bell rung. Then the door was thrown open and none other than Dean Winchester sprinted in to his seat. Ms. Butler sighed, but didn't say anything.

"Alright, class. This is our new student, Castiel Novak," Ms. Butler introduced. "Would you like to say anything?"

Castiel shook his head vigorously, embarrassedly even.

Then Ms. Butler said. "Anyway, go and sit there beside Dean Winchester. Dean, please raise your hand."

Dean's hand slowly rose to the air. Castiel sighed, what a wonderful day, and walked over to sit beside Dean. Castiel pulled out his sketch book and opened it to an empty bag. Castiel enjoyed drawing just as much as he enjoyed flying. Since Castiel couldn't talk to anyone other than his brother, Castiel always had pent up emotions. When they burst out, Castiel was dragged over the edge. It could get bad for him. So Gabriel found out that if Castiel could draw, and he really, really could, it would help release those emotions. Castiel drew of himself in the sky, his wings extended, the sunset on his back. It was almost beautiful in a dark way. The Castiel in this picture though, he was cut up and bleeding profusely. Castiel drew his eyes dark, and dying even. Castiel also had drawn Samandriel's final moments in the hospital bed, fire erupting from his body and swallowing him whole. It helped him.

Castiel decided to draw himself, his wings extended at full, running. Castiel didn't know where he would be running, not until he finished. He drowned out Ms. Butler's teaching as his pencil flew over the sketch book. He imagined himself falling, falling forever as he ran. He drew flames extending from his wings, consuming them. He drew his face contorted in pain. Then he drew a barred cell wall in front of him and the entrance to his home behind him.

"Whatcha drawing there?" A voice shook him out of his trance.

Castiel closed the cover to the sketch book and his eyes met bright green. Oh, how tempted Castiel was at speaking. Maybe he could have friends here? Maybe he wouldn't have to be alone anymore? He scoffed himself. If people knew what you really were, they'd be afraid. They would cower away from you, or kill you. Gabriel's voice reminded him. Castiel sighed and turned away from Dean.

"So…I'm guessing you like to fly. You're a good artist by the way, those wings looked life like…up to all those fine details and shit," Dean tried to make small talk.

Castiel was even more irritated as he heard his teacher talking about being partners with the person they were sitting next to. They were supposed to make a presentation on the book, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne. Plus, it was due by Thursday. Then the teacher allowed the groups to get together and discuss things. Castiel turned to face Dean.

"I'm free tonight, sweetheart," Dean smirked.

Castiel sighed but nodded, writing down. "I'm free as well. Where would you like to meet?"

"Your house maybe? I don't care," Dean said.

Castiel nodded, and pulled out his phone. Castiel then sent a quick text to Gabriel asking permission. Gabriel texted back quickly, approving…but that wasn't all that Gabriel said.

From: Gabriel Sent: 9:34

It's fine if your friend can come over, around 6:3o. I think its time, Castiel. For you to find friends…I'm tired of seeing you hurt so bad in school… and at home. We'll cross the bridge of your, uh, dilemma when it happens. Samandriel would have wanted for you to make friends on his birthday…I'll pick you up, ok? We need to talk.

Castiel texted Gabriel back, agreeing. Then he handed Dean his address and phone number as the bell rang and all but ran out of the room. He thanked anyone listening that Dean wasn't in any other classes. Dean made Castiel fuzzy, and he loved and hated that feeling all together. Castiel had never, ever been…Castiel just didn't have words for it. The feeling scared the hell out of him, and oh how Castiel could run from it. Run and run and run. Never stop, because he didn't like it. He loathed it.

Soon, however, lunch rolled around and Castiel found himself in the familiar position of trying to find an empty table to sit at. He didn't even try to fit in, where was the use? Castiel had been a new kid hundreds of times. Gabe texted Castiel and gave him permission to make friends. What changed his brother's mind? Was it because it was…Samandriel's birthday? Castiel was scared actually, Gabriel had always been stubborn in his ways. Castiel was so lost in thought, he didn't realize running into someone.

"Oh, sorry," a large boy with long brown hair said.

"Its fine," Castiel said quickly.

"Hey, you're the new kid. My name is Sam Winchester. You can sit with us if you want to," Sam pointed to a table with a few kids crowded around it.

"I'm Castiel. That's really nice of you," Castiel said, cautiously.

"Come on," Sam said smiling and Castiel followed Sam to the table.

He met Garth, Jo, Charlie, and Kevin. They were nicer to him than anyone Castiel had ever met before. Castiel knew next to nothing on how to be a friend, but he immediately trusted these people. Not enough, of course, to tell them of the feathers on his back, but he still trusted them.

After the final bell, Castiel all but ran to his brother's waiting car.