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"Cas, will you get down here already? We're going to be late!" Michael shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Castiel played with the bottom of his sweater vest trying to get it perfectly straight. He was extremely nervous to start his first day of his senior year at a new school. "I'm coming just give me a moment!" He called back. Michael groaned. "It's my first day too, you know!" He reminded one of his many younger brothers. Cas had forgotten the whole reason of the move thanks to his anxiety. Michael had gotten a new job.
Castiel checked himself in the mirror again and thought he looked pretty good in his blue dress shirt, dark sweater vest, and beige slacks. He grabbed his backpack and rushed down the stairs. "Finally!" His older brother exclaimed. As little as Michael showed it, he worried for his younger brother. All of their other siblings either had friends to take them to school that they had made over the summer or were moved out. Castiel spent most of his summer reading in his room when he wasn't taking a walk and somehow finding himself in some strange trouble that Michael or Gabriel would have to get him out of. He knew that their parents' death and Lucifer's incarceration had taken a toll on him also.
Michael listened as Cas hummed along to some oldie station he had put on. He seemed happy enough. It didn't take all that much to make him happy though. Cas enjoyed the little everyday things. Everything amazed him still as if he were five and not seventeen going on eighteen. Michael was glad about that. Even with all the hardships they went through, Cas was still able to find beauty in the things around him. "You look like a dork, you know," Michael teased with a smile. Cas frowned a little. "I think I look nice," Cas said looking over his outfit once more. Michael nodded. "That's all that matters," he reminded him. Cas nodded.
Cas stared at the brick building in front of him through the jeep's window. Teenagers surrounded the school not yet ready to go in and start the year. He began to sweat and silently thanked whatever higher being was up there that he hadn't forgotten to put on his deodorant this morning. "I'll pick you up at two. Do you have your phone?" Cas nodded not taking his eyes off the intimidating sight. "Alright, have a good day and try not to get into any trouble," Michael half begged his brother. Cas had an annoying need to help everyone which often led to him getting taken advantage of and getting into trouble. He had no clue how his brother could be so naive. "You too," Cas said before getting out.
Michael drove away and everything became that much more real to Cas. He hooked his thumbs underneath his backpack and began walking. He got plenty of strange stares, but he tried his best to ignore them. The one thing he couldn't ignore, though, was when someone knocked into him. He almost fell. "Watch it, poindexter," a deep voice snapped. He looked over to see a boy taller than him looking fairly annoyed. He walked away before Cas could apologize although he was pretty sure the boy had knocked into him. "Sorry about him. He's in a bad mood," a smaller voice spoke up. Cas looked over to see a younger boy with long hair. "It's fine. Do you know him?" Cas asked even though it was obvious he did. "Yeah, that's my brother, Dean. I'm Sam, by the way," the boy introduced and offered his hand. Cas shook it with a small smile. "Castiel." Sam gave him a short nod. "It was nice meeting you, Castiel, but I better head to homeroom." Cas nodded and they said goodbye. Cas was once again alone.
As he was walking up to the doors he made eye contact with his sister Anna. She was talking with two other girls about who knows what. She gave Cas an encouraging smile and wave which he returned before taking his first steps into his new school. If he hadn't known better he would have thought he stepped into a zoo. Boys were shoving each other playfully, couples were making out at every corner he could see, and girls were squealing as they reunited with their friends that they probably saw just yesterday. Castiel stood there alone for moment unsure of what to do. He remembered his homeroom was room 128 and that was where he would receive his schedule, but he didn't know where that was. Asking someone didn't seem like an option seeing as these people intimidated him to no end.
He quietly began to hum the theme song for Greatest American Hero to calm himself, something he had picked up from his father. He looked at the nearest room number: 107. He figured following the numbers would lead him where he needed to go. He began to make his way through the crowded hall. He ran into a problem. The numbers were going down and there were so many people he couldn't see the end of the hall anymore. He held in his panic and looked around. The numbers had to circle around, right? "Cas!" A familiar voice called. He sighed as he recognized it. He turned to face Samandriel, his younger brother. "Hello, Sam. I don't suppose you know how to get to room 128, do you?" Cas asked. Sam frowned apologetically and shook his head. "Sorry." Cas shook his head. "It's fine. I'll just have to fight my way through this chaos." They said goodbye since Sam's homeroom was right next to them and Cas began trying to squeeze his way back through the hall.
Cas found his homeroom just in time. Once he stepped in the bell rang. He quickly took a seat in the back ignoring all the eyes on him. The teacher was a kind of round older man with a beard. He handed out all the schedules and had one left over in his hand. "That Winchester boy," he mumbled to himself. Just then the boy that knocked into him earlier strolled into the room. "How nice of you to join us," the teacher said sarcastically. The boy rolled his eyes and took his schedule. He looked around for any open seats, but the only one was beside Cas, which made Cas nervous. The boy took his seat and dropped his bag to the floor lazily. "Alright, my name is and I'll be your History teacher. I hope you like your seats because that's where you're stayin'," announced. Cas stole a glance at the boy beside him; the wall was at his other side. He was carving something into the desk with a small pocketknife. So far Cas's senior year hasn't started off as well as he had hoped.