Author's Note – hi! Sorry I haven't been here in ages. I hope you can forgive me for making you wait this long *dodges spears, flamethrowers and inflatable dinosaurs* I wrote this like a week ago but just didn't post it. Also I have no idea where cousin (My other story – a himym and glee crossover) is going so I'm leaving that for a while until I get a brainwave.
Chapter 3
About fifteen minutes later, Castiel was sitting on the teacher's desk, telling the seniors about his life.
"Well, see, the Angels all live in heaven, but sometimes we – I mean they – come to Earth and occupy vessels – humans – so we – they – can interact with the humans."
"Why do they have to occupy... vessels?" asked a boy near the back of the room.
"Because the sheer force and power of them would burn out the humans' eyes if they saw their true form." Castiel replied casually.
"Whoa, cool." Said an Asian boy near the front of the room, who was wearing a checked shirt over a t-shirt, and had messy, black hair.
"Well, no. Their eyes would be burned. It would be hot." Castiel looked over at the student. He squinted. "What's your name?"
"Mike Chang." Was the answer. "So, have there ever been any people who have seen the angels and had their eyes burned out?"
"Yes. Well, I know of Pamela."
"How is she now?" asked a girl with short, blonde hair.
"She's dead. She got stabbed." Castiel answered nonchalantly. There were a few gasps.
"What about prophets?" asked a Latino girl who had been smiling at a blonde girl before.
"You mean female professors?" the blonde girl piped up. Castiel squinted at her and the rest of the class ignored her.
"Well, miss..." Castiel prompted the girl to say her name, as Sam had advised him to do.
"Lopez. Santana Lopez." The girl said and smoothed down her cheerleader uniform.
"Miss Lopez, prophets are just like you. And me." The Angel added hurriedly. "They're just humans. Some of them don't even know that they're prophets. Like Chuck."
"Chuck?" asked a boy with a high-pitched voice and skin that looked like porcelain, who had been examining the teacher's attire.
"Yes. Chuck. Chuck is a lonely, alcoholic man that wrote a cult book series from some dreams he had. These dreams turned out to be messages from God. Every word he wrote was true."
"Excuse me, Mr Morgan?" A girl with an annoying-sounding voice and a big mouth put her hand up. It took Castiel a moment to realise she was addressing him.
"Yes, Miss..."
"Berry. Rachel Berry. I don't believe what you're telling us is valid. And frankly, it could be considered offensive. What, alcoholic prophets, and-and angels burning people's eyes out."
"Well, Miss Berry Rachel Berry, all I am telling you is true. Things are not as you would expect. I mean, Chuck is an annoying, weak prophet, but he is still a prophet. Lucifer is sassy and sarcastic, but he has a good sense of humour. He must be the funniest angel now that Uriel is dead, even though he is in hell. Lucifer rose, and the people that got him back in the cage are two idiotic, stupid men that cannot keep their lives together and spend way too much time crying because of 'daddy issues' when they 'were younger' and 'because their' mother died." Castiel used his fingers to make quotations. "Most angels and archangels are jerks. Gabriel, who delivered the message to Mary of her unborn son is now a trickster and enjoys making people upset. And God is a jerk that abandoned his creation and his children when they were under threat."
There was a moment of silence before it was broken by Rachel Berry saying "Also, this term's topic is Hinduism."
In the geography classroom with the juniors, things weren't going much better.
"And, uh, Kansas, where I was born, that's here. You probably wanna avoid Lawrence though. Just some advice."
Luckily Dean, having road-tripped around the States with his younger brother, knew some about the States. Unluckily, a boy in a wheelchair with dark hair and glasses stuck his hand up and said,
"Mr Priestly? We're supposed to be doing volcanoes this week."
"..." Dean couldn't say anything for a little while. At the back of the classroom, Blaine Anderson and Tina Cohen-Chang were having a whispered conversation.
"Now he looks all flustered. It's really hot." Tina muttered.
"He's really hot." Blaine whispered back.
"Volcanoes. Yes. Right. Volcanoes." Dean managed to find his voice again. "Uh, well, volcanoes are... like mountains, only when they get pissed, they explode. Kinda like Hulk mountains. But instead of turning green and smashing stuff up, they spout lava and... smash things up." Dean had no idea where this was going.
"Uh Sir? How do volcanoes actually erupt? Is there like a person pushing up the lava?" Asked a blonde boy.
"No, Sam, of course there isn't. He'd get burned." The wheelchair kid said to the blonde kid, annoyed.
"Not if he was wearing, like, a radiation suit."
"A radiation suit..."
"Or a fireman's suit."
"He'd still die Sam! It's all to do with the plates the Earth is split into." The wheelchair kid face-palmed and Dean felt like doing the same because he could only watch as this argument progressed. All the while, Blaine and Tina were still having a whispered discussion.
Sam was doing OK, teaching some sophomores. He had a math degree, so this wasn't hard. He was trying to stick to the syllabus as well as he could. Just then, a man wearing a shirt, tie and woollen vest with curly hair poked his head around the door.
"Uh, sorry sir."
"No problem, what is it?" asked Sam, hoping it wasn't about Cas or Dean. God knew what they were doing.
"Marley, your mother wants to talk to you." A girl in cheap-looking clothes stood up and walked out of the classroom.
"Thanks. And welcome to Mckinley, Mr Westgate." And with that, he was gone.
Author's note – please review... I'll update faster *Mischievous grin and wink* see y'all next time *Vanishes in a puff of smoke*
