Hey everybody,
Yes, I'm back. Well sort of. I'm some of you didn't even know I was gone. Well long story short my computer crashed, but I got it fixed now…mostly fixed. Still a few things I'm trying to figure out. In my perfect world, I would have had this chapter finished before Christmas, but ehh I didn't get my computer back till the 23 and I have been busy running around doing Christmas ever since.
Anyways I know Christmas is over, but here is my gift to you guys…if I had been more on the ball I would have two chapters, but again it's just not my luck. Though since I gave you a gift made you could leave a little review as a gift to me? (Oh man, am I subtle or what) XP
Now of course please Read, Review, and enjoy ( sorry I didn't exactly proofread this chapter as well as the others so there might be a few more mistakes the normal…Sorry )
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Kai
Castiel sat across from the headmaster of the school with his hands resting in his lap as his gaze was focused straight ahead. He had an uneasy feeling welling up in his stomach because of the parallels he saw between the headmaster's office and his father's own study, where he sat months ago now.
The office was large with a long cherry wood desk that fit wonderfully with the dark maroon walls. Behind the desk the headmaster, with his back to a large bay window that over looked the entire campus with the angel statue situated right in the middle. Castiel would have liked to have focused on the angel, but he was nervous.
He was unsure exactly why he had been invited to the headmaster's office to begin with. He knew it was still too early for him to be released, but then again he was having a hard enough time keeping the days straight ever since they had began to run together from Dean's absence.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I invited you to my office." The headmaster said as if he had just read Castiel's mind, which made Castiel looked up from his clasped hands before he slowly nodded his head.
Even with him sitting Castiel could that the headmaster was a short man and the hair the man did have was gray hair and thinning at the top of his head. The headmaster looked stressed with the dark circles under his eyes that had with his intimidating dark brown gaze. Castiel was sure that he knew the headmaster's name, but of course at that particular moment it had slipped his mind.
"Alright, well we have some good news. You are being released." The Headmaster's voice was stern, but it still held a bright tone like he was actually happy Castiel was going to be released.
Castiel blinked at the older man in surprise. That couldn't be possible. The rules of the reformatory school were simple, either, one had to stay at the school for an entire year, or if circumstances arose then they could be released sooner. Castiel was sure that the only way for him to be released early would be if Jimmy had confessed, which was something Castiel couldn't even begin to fathom.
"I don't understand sir." Castiel said quietly as he tried to keep his voice even, but nearly fell short due to still being so surprised from the news.
"You have been deemed well enough to venture out back into society. I suggest you work hard and try not to make anymore life changing mistakes because I do not want to see you back here. Do I make myself clear?" The threat seemed to be more of the standard warning then an actual threat so Castiel just once again nodded his head.
"If I may sir…Could you at least tell me what changed? I mean, what I have done, didn't just go away…So what happened?" Castiel asked slowly. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to know the answer, but he knew he needed them. He needed to know why.
"I came forward." A soft voice came from behind him and Castiel swiveled his head around and looked straight into the eyes of his brother.
Castiel felt his mouth fall open as he continued to stare in shock at his brother, who was picking at a loose string from the sleeve of his dark gray long sleeve shirt. He continued to fidget with the string a few more seconds before he met Castiel's gaze entirely.
"Jimmy, you didn't have too." Castiel said quietly as he stood up and rushed over to his brother throwing his arms around him in a tight embrace. Jimmy grunted at the sudden impact of his brother arms constricting around him, but quickly he joined in and hugged his brother back, just as tightly.
"Yes I did." He said with a small sigh as he pulled back and gave Castiel an understanding look. "You have done enough for me Castiel; it's about time I do something for you."
The headmaster suddenly cleared his throat and both boys looked over at him, wide eyed as if they were surprised he was even in the room. He stood up slowly and moved around his desk and over towards them. He gripped their shoulders tightly, but reassuringly.
"Castiel, I suggest you show your brother the ropes. Prepare him the best you can in the next twenty four hours. I will try to contact your guy's father to see if arrangements for you to return home Castiel." The headmaster said with a soft smile as he led both the boys over towards his door. "Hopefully we will meet again Castiel and let's hope the circumstances are better than this one." He finished by releasing the boys shoulders and turning back into his office.
Castiel gazed at the closed door a long moment before he turned back towards his brother, who had a small reassuring smile spread across his face.
"Jimmy we have to talk." Castiel said somewhat solemnly and the smile of Jimmy's face faded before he slowly nodded his head up and down.
"Yeah, I agree. We do need to talk Castiel."
Castiel had given Jimmy the grand tour and Jimmy for the most remained silent as he looked around the mess hall. Castiel had given his brother clear instructions on who to avoid, but he was unsure if Jimmy was actually genuinely paying attention.
"Did you hear what I said?" Castiel said slowly as Jimmy head swiveled and around looked at him with a dear in the headlights expression.
"Yes, of course I did. You were telling me adamantly that I should avoid a boy by the name of Crowley. You also mentioned something about sticking around with a boy named…Chuck." Jimmy sighed as he rolled his eyes at his brother, whose face held a now surprised expression.
"Yeah, that's right. You were listening." Castiel mumbled in disbelief and Jimmy rolled his eyes again.
"On occasion I do listen, but I don't claim to do it well." Jimmy said with a small chuckle, as a small smile spread across Castiel's face.
Castiel hadn't felt this at ease since Dean's departure. The thought of Dean made his stomach flip and he looked quickly down at the table. If Jimmy noticed Castiel's weird behavior then he didn't mention it and for that Castiel was grateful.
"When do you think we should have our talk?" Jimmy spoke up suddenly and Castiel eyes shot back up to his brother. Jimmy was biting his lower lip as if dreading the topic, but he seemed to know that it had to be done.
"Back at the dorm room." Castiel said quietly and Jimmy nodded, turning his attention on to his food that they had snagged quickly as they hustled out of the mess. Castiel tried to keep his head down in order to avoid unwanted attention, but he knew it was much too late for that. He quickly reached up and gripped Jimmy's shoulder steering him gently out of the mess hall and away from all the leering eyes.
Finally after what seemed like a whole day of the brother's avoiding the topic they make it Castiel's dorm room and enter silently.
Castiel stared at Jimmy for a long moment waiting for his brother to speak, but it soon became obvious that he was the one who was going to have to speak first.
"Jimmy, you don't have to…What about father?" He asked slowly almost dreading the answer to the question before it had ever even left his lips.
Jimmy bit his lip and looked away and shook his head. "I discovered that it was worse thinking that you might come out of here hating me for what I made you do."
"You didn't make me do anything! I chose to do this. I wanted to protect you. I knew you were scared and you have reason to be Jimmy." Castiel whispered as he gently grabbed Jimmy's wrist and yanked the dark gray fabric up to his elbows.
Jimmy jerked his wrist away and out of Castiel grip, quickly hiding his arms behind his back. "It's not that bad." Jimmy muttered and Castiel expression grew dark as his eyes narrowed upon his brother.
"Not that bad? Jimmy you have got to be kidding me. He terrifies you and that was proven when you thought taking your own life would be easier then facing him."Castiel snapped in a low voice and Jimmy bit his lip again.
"I want to be stronger. I want to be more like you Cas." Jimmy insisted and Castiel's eyes grew wide.
"Trust me Jimmy; you don't want to be like me. I'm not that strong. I can't stand up to father either." Castiel sighed and pushed a hand roughly through his messy dark hair.
Jimmy shook his head, "I don't believe that. You took everything he threw at you and you didn't even do it." Jimmy adamantly protested.
"I wanted to tell him though…I didn't want him to hate me either." Castiel admitted in a quiet voice as he looked down at the floor avoiding eye contact with his brother.
Jimmy sighed and raised his hands up in front of Castiel, who eyes widened at the long red jagged scars that ran up and down his brother's white skin.
"You don't have these. You have more courage than anyone else I know. I mean you rebelled against our father in an odd sort of way. What I'm trying to say is that you don't give yourself the credit you deserve." Jimmy said softly as Castiel looked back up into the eyes of his brother.
Castiel then bit his lip and flopped down upon his bed. He wasn't sure what to say now. "Why?" He asked suddenly and Jimmy's brows furrowed in confusion.
"I'm not following? Why what?" Jimmy asked slowly and Castiel began scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"I…I don't believe when you said you came to this idea to help me all on your own." Castiel said giving his brother a pained look because he felt horrible that he could not believe his brother.
"I never claimed that I did this on my own. In fact I had some help…" Jimmy said with a shrug and this time Castiel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You probably know him…He goes by the name of Dean Winchester."
Castiel could barely believe what his brother had said. But it was mostly because he couldn't figure how Dean would have known where to find Jimmy at all. Castiel wetted his lips and shook his head in disbelief.
"I…don't…I …can't believe that." Castiel stammered and Jimmy sighed as he crouched down in front of his brother.
"He said he forgave me." Jimmy whispered and Castiel's eyes grew wide. He hadn't expect that either.
"He forgave you?" Castiel mumbled his words sticking to the tip of his tongue.
"He said he forgave me and that I should help you. I don't know what he meant, but he persisted that I needed to help you while I still could!"
Castiel blinked a couple of times and then smiled, "I guess you could say he just the voice of reason. You know if the voice of reason didn't threaten to punch your lights out if you didn't comply." Castiel laughed and Jimmy raised another eyebrow at his brother in confusion. "I'll explain it to you later."
Castiel stood at the entrance to Lawrence Academy, with his trunk at his side and a cigarette pressed in between his lips. He hunched his shoulders and brought his lighter and lit the end of cigarette. He hadn't smoked in the past few days and he felt himself beginning the stages of withdrawal.
The smoke filled his lungs as he took a long drag then expelled it through his nose. After a few minutes of inhaling and exhaling Castiel finally dug his phone out of his pocket and gazed at the time.
The taxi he had called was late and he was starting to get pissed. He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible so he could finally have the long overdue chat he needed to have with his father. He grumbled as he began angrily dialing the number's to the cab company, until a roar of a car engine caught his attention. He stopped dialing as he gazed at the sleek black Chevy Impala that had now come to a halt in front of the school.
He stared at it blankly unsure what to think about it. He heard a car door open and looked over at the driver's side door.
His phone slipped from his hand as he looked in disbelief at Dean Winchester leaning up against the sleek black car a wide smile spread across his face.
"Hey Cas, I have someone I want you to meet." Castiel heard the door on the other side of the car creak open. "This is Sam."
