Castiel's P.O.V
"Castiel, your parents are here to pick you up," Bobby says opening up the door.
Oh God. My stomach gets butterflies in it and my arms are shaking with fear. I try to be as normal as possible with my actions, but my body still seems a bit shaky. The effects of the vodka is wearing off.
"You ok boy?" Bobby asked.
"I couldn't be better," I said sarcastically.
Under his breath Bobby said, "Idjit."
Bobby is standing behind me when I enter the lobby. I see both of my parents sitting down with confusion on their faces. They quickly stand up when they see me. There was no exchanging of words between us. They only talked to Bobby for a minute and we headed to the car. Silence was throughout the whole car ride. It was awkward to sit in the car. I was waiting for a huge lecture or a beating. As we arrived at the house I noticed that Gabriel was waiting for us. I don't want to listen to his smart mouth right now. A smug look was on his face along with a sinister smile.
"Go to the living room Castiel," my father ordered.
Trying to avoid another conflict in this situation I did what he told me.
"How's our little criminal doing?" Gabriel asked as I was about to pass him.
"Leave me alone Gabriel, I don't want to deal with you right now," I responded.
"Calm down there bro. Prison changed you," Gabriel said.
He had a stupid smirk on his face.
"Shut up," I mumbled under my breath.
I kept on walking till I got to the living room. Surrounding me was the bible verses on how forgiving we should be. It's hard to forgive people that have harmed me, like my parents. I forgive to forget. That's probably not the best way to deal with things, but it works. I anxiously wait for both of my parents to come in. I'm bracing myself for the scars I'm about to get. Gabriel is the first person in and he doesn't have a smirk on his face anymore. I catch a glimpse of a worried expression on his face as he goes up the stairs. I must really be getting a hard beating in a few moments. The time has arrived, my parents walk into the living room.
"So Castiel, tell us what happened," my father said in his deep voice.
I take a deep breath and said, "Well I was at a party. I didn't mean to get arrested, things just got out of hands-"
"Got out of hands!? You got arrested for underage drinking. Your life is pretty much over, jobs and colleges will not take you with this on your permanent record. You have embarrassed your family. Your lying and sneaking around is unacceptable!" My father screamed.
The echo of his yelling went throughout the house. I'm pretty sure Gabriel could hear him from upstairs.
"Yeah I guess my life is over, to bad I can't be apart of the church. Like a pastor or anything because of this. Darn," I said sarcastically.
Rage was all over my father's face as he yelled, " You are not good enough for God, if you were an angel you would have fallen!"
"If I fell that's okay with me. I would be closer to understanding us humans. God will have a plan for me. He cares about everyone, even the fallen angels," I said.
A hand came across my face. Pain surged throughout my face. Then another blow to the stomach, each blow to my body was in rhythm with each other. Throughout the hits my father yelled of how much of a disappointment I am. It didn't stop for 10 minutes. I could help, but to think that he was right.