Hi guys! Back with a new one. First off, I've made a few, well...not fan art, but some random pictures and things to go along with the story over on DeviantArt. Name is demonfanatic47, and I will post the pictures that have major spoilers for feels as the feels come.

Yes.

There WILL be feels.

My beta...she says I'm gonna murder people with them. BEWARE.

Secondly, I will post the floor plan for the Tronten household, and (once I'm finished with the damned thing) the hand-drawn picture of the backyard. Yes, I'm getting very involved with this one.

And last, but not least, I DID MY RESEARCH. I didn't just say, "Oh, I need drama. Let's put this in because I can." I may be a bitch, but I'm not a heartless one.

Anyway, read on!

"He's still staring. Why do all the good looking dominants always go for you, Cassie?" Gabriel stood in the line at the school next to Castiel, commenting on Dean's not so subtle staring and pouting about it. They were separated into two lines, dominants and submissives, for the check in process.

"Gabriel, please, stop talking." Castiel heard a 'Hmph' behind him, and could visualize Gabriel's glowering face in his mind's eye. He rolled his eyes at his brother's childish nature. He was next in line, and stepped up to the table, smiling at the woman in front of him.

"Hello. How are you?" The woman looked up, smiling at him. She seemed so kind, yet for as long as Castiel had been there, she hadn't smiled once.

"Honestly? Tired. I wasn't able to sleep very well last night. Just fill in the blank spaces with the required information." She said the last part while handing him a sheet of paper.

"Oh? And why is that, if you don't mind my asking." He grabbed a pen from the small container on the tabletop. She sighed and rubbed her temples with her fingers.

"One of our Angels became severely ill last night, and we had to rush him to the hospital. His mate is with him right now." She took the paper after Castiel had finished filling out all the lines and boxes. "Just put this band around your wrist, and you're all set for the day." She smiled, though the warmth didn't reach her eyes. Castiel clasped her hand and she handed him the aforementioned band, squeezing gently in comfort.

"I believe that he will be treated with the best care. Which hospital did you take him to?" He released her hand, watching as she pressed her hands together.

"We took him to the Endeavor General. Why do you ask?" She gave him a suspicious look, but Castiel could understand. Not everyone thought the Angel Ward of E.G. was the best, but that the city's other hospital, Vista West Memorial Hospital, was far superior in everything just because they had city funding, so hospital bashing was a common instigator of arguments.

"Then he will be in excellent hands. My master, Jackson Tronten, is the chief physician there. He'll make sure that… What is your Angel's name?" As he asked, he could see the suspicion turn to a challenge.

"Lucifer." Castiel gave her a kind smile. Who was he to say something against the complete and utter disrespect some people had for naming their Angels something that would haunt them for their long, long lives?

"He'll make sure that Lucifer is treated well, and he will do his best to help Lucifer get back home with his mate, you, and your children as soon as possible." She opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by a certain seven year old.

"Cas! Come one, the bell's gonna ring soon. We gotta go!" Faith began tugging on his shirt incessantly, and Castiel couldn't resist her. He gave the woman behind the desk an apologetic smile, but she only smiled and waved goodbye as Faith pulled him by his hand to her classroom. It was going to be a long day.

"I'm sorry, troopers, but we won't be able to go outside and have our recess and Angel Games today. If you look out the window, it looks like it's going to rain. And do you know what would happen if we went outside in the rain and came back indoors?" The teacher, Ms. Welch, was standing near the front of the room. She was in her mid-thirties, with long, dark wavy hair, kind brown eyes, and a motherly look. She was wearing a white sundress with a white and gray embroidered jacket, and black shoes. Castiel only noticed this because he was trying to distract himself. His right wing was aching at the wrist, and he had it tucked close to his back to avoid moving it.

He was trying to be subtle with it, but Gabe took one look at him and marched over, worried expression on his face.

"You gonna be ok? Do you need to get some painkillers from the office?" Castiel shook his head, which pulled his scars and made them start tingling. It was going to be a bad one, he could tell. Gabe frowned, but stepped closer and brushed their wings together.

"You okay, Cas? You look kinda pale." Castiel looked up to see Sam a few feet away, Dean standing just behind him to his right, both wearing concerned expressions. He could see that Sam meant well, and he had the fleeting thought of Sam being the kind of person everyone could go to when they were scared and he would give them a hug. But Dean, he was different. It was like he was there to try and figure out what was bothering Castiel so he could protect him from it however he could. And Castiel had the utterly ridiculous urge to go over to Dean and let the man hold him in his arms and wings. Again, it was RIDICULOUS!

Castiel dipped his chin, lowering his eyes. "Yes, I'm all right. I'll be-" An impossibly bright flash of light filled the room, making everyone inside blink, and as soon as they did, the windows shook and the lights flickered, the ground beneath them vibrating from the sheer volume of the earth shattering roar of thunder above them.

Most of the children screamed and began crying, running to their Angels or Ms. Welch in fear. But Castiel barely noticed, since he was crumpled on the floor, curled into himself with his wings wrapped around him, quaking in terror with rivers of tears already running down his face. He could still see between the gaps in his feathers where they were thin, and he saw another flash of light just before another explosion of thunder shook the very air around him. He tightened his arms around his legs, drawing his wings tighter and squeezing his eyes shut, trying desperately to drown everything out.

He felt someone touch the back of his neck, and he knew it wasn't his brother. Gabriel would have crouched down and wrapped Castiel in his wings, murmuring comforting phrases and humming tuneless songs to distract him. He didn't know who it was, but their touch was far more soothing than anything Gabriel had done and tried, and he leaned into whoever's hand it was despite his mind's protests. Then he felt a small hand stroking the outside of his feathers, which then turned to two, and then three hands. He knew one of the hands was Faith, and he could guess that the second was Stella, judging by the slight hesitance. But the third hand was a child he didn't know.

"It's okay, Cas. Ms. Welch says the storm is moving away really fast, so it'll be gone soon, and then you won't have to be scared anymore."

"Yeah, and Gabe said that if my mommy and daddy say it's ok, we can come over and then we can all play pirates!"

"…I wanna play pirates, too."

Castiel lowered his wings a little, just enough to peer over the edge. He blinked away some tears, and he could see Faith and Stella standing in front of him, but what surprised him was that little Ben was there, too. And Ben was pouting about not being able to play pirates with the girls.

"Then ask your Grandpa Bobby if you can come over with your Angels! Then we can all play pirates and we can have teams! And watch pirate movies after! Oh, can we Cas?! Can we can we can we?!"

"Please Mr. Cas! Pleeeaaase!"

The girls were dead-set on playing pirates together ever since they had seen a portion of Pirates of the Carribean, which they just happened to walk in on Castiel watching in his spare room during a bout of heavy rain and wind when they were supposed to be asleep. He hadn't been happy about it.

"Hey, what's wrong with Ethan? Did he fall asleep?"

"Who's Eth- Oh mighty Father CALL THE NURSE! QUICKLY!" That was Gabriel. Something was very wrong, it had to be to cause him to yell like that.

Castiel quickly raised his head, seeing his brother run to a child on the floor. A child who had started seizing uncontrollably. Castiel quickly forgot about the raging storm outside and his fear, going to his brother's side as fast as he could. But when he stood to go and help, the lights flickered once, twice, and then the room was plunged into shadows, lightning the only illumination every few seconds.

'Oh no. This is what I was feeling.' He looked to Ms. Welch, who was tightly gripping the phone at her desk, eyes wide with fear and worry. She saw Castiel looking at her and mouthed two words: They're out.

Castiel quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing the first number on speed dial. It rang a couple times, but then he suddenly heard a bunch of papers shuffling, and soon after he heard his Master's voice.

"Cas? Is everything all right?! Where's Faith?" Jackson was concerned, as he should be.

"Faith is fine, sir. It's a classmate of hers I'm more concerned about right now. He started seizing not even a minute ago, and the power has gone out at the school. The backup generators haven't turned on yet, either, and the phones are down, so we can't get ahold of the nurse. What do we do?" He was speaking quietly so the children that were starting to crowd around wouldn't hear him.

Jackson was quiet on the other end for a second, and then he was speaking again. "Get the other children and Angels out of the room first. Just into the hallway so the boy isn't crowded when he comes to." Castiel quickly placed the phone on his shoulder, turning to the children and Angels.

"Okay, everyone. We're all going to have to go outside into the hall, that way Mr. Gabe and Ms. Welch can wake Ethan up from his nightmare, okay? Come on, let's go. All of the Angels have to go, too." Castiel wore a kind smile for the other children, but once the children weren't looking, it turned into a grim, tightlipped expression. The other Angels all left with the children, except for Sam, Dean, Benjamin, Faith, and Stella.

"Faith, Stella, you girls and Ben all have to leave, too." Stella began to furiously shake her head, causing her blonde curls to bounce around.

"No! I can't! I saw Ethan fall when he fell asleep and I saw him hit his head on the chair! He needs some ice!" Castiel froze, as did the other adults in the room. Slowly, he lifted the phone back to his ear.

"Jackson, we may have a bit of a problem."

If anyone can find my giant neon sign hidden in this one, I will love you.

And as I said, I did my research. I didn't just make the kid have epilepsy, I toyed around with a lot of ideas to get the Destiel fluff-ball rolling, and this was the least heart-breaking. Believe me, I tried to write the scene that would introduce the main plot, but it hurt too much, so I've postponed that soul-shredder.

But tell me what you think!

Love you all,

Wisty