All righty! I have the timelines and episodes all figured out! Woot woot! This story is going to be looooonnnnngggggg, so, sit tight!

Over the last few days, Sam had researched Nephillims. He knew Dean would kill him, but he had to know. After all, the Flood happened because of the Nephilims, right? Sam looked on every website the search enguine came up with and looked through every library within a twenty mile radius for books on the subjects. He even looked in the Bible.

Dean walked into the kitchen and sighed. "So, how's the research going?"

Sam looked at his brother, slightly guilty. "Oh, yeah." He cleared his throat. "Look, I know he's your son, but, I couldn't help checking into nephillims."

Dean wasn't mad. He opened up the fridge and pulled out a beer. "So, what'd you find out?"

"Well, all lores say the same: Nephillims are half-angel, half-human; they are depicted as evil giants who destroy everything in their paths. God flooded the whole earth to get rid of them and to teach the angels who created the nephillims a lesson. He made a new rule: No angel is to conceive a child with a human." Sam explained.

Dean scoffed. "Well…clearly, not all the angels learned their lesson." He took a swig.

Sam laughed softly. "Well, yeah. But, Dean, Blaine seems like the complete opposite of what the lore says about nephillims. So…the backlash can't be that bad for Cas or Blaine, can it?"

"I dunno, Sammy." Dean took another swig, sat down, and sighed. "I would hate to be in Cas's shoes when his angel brothers and sisters find out what he- accidentally did."

Sam nodded in agreement. Then he had another thought. "Dean, what about Lucifer and Michael? If you say no…then would that mean Michael will move on to Blaine?"

Dean slammed his bottle down on the table and glared at Sam. "That's not gonna happen. Besides, I thought it would only work if the vessels are brothers? Uncle-nephew sounds a little too Lion King."

Sam chuckled. "Okay, good point. Besides, I doubt Michael would possess a half-angel."

"Yeah…"

XXX

It took Blaine twenty minutes to find his locker. He had time before he had to get to Homeroom, so, after putting his books away, he decorated the inside of his locker door. The finishing touch was a photo of him and his mom. Above it, he taped a piece of paper with her last words written on it. He sighed sadly and closed his locker. Looking down at his class schedule, he realized that all of his classes are all over the school. Great. Well, better get moving. He headed towards a staircase and realized that he may need to actually ask someone for directions. He tapped the shoulder of the first person who passed him.

"Excuse me, can I ask you a question? I'm new here."

The boy turned around, and stopped to stare at Blaine in wonder. "I'm Kurt." He introduced himself.

"Blaine." Blaine shook his hand, then cleared his throat. "I'm looking for room 311."

"It's actually two more levels up and on the other side of the school." Kurt replied.

Blaine sighed in exasperation. "Damn it. I don't suppose there's a shortcut?"

"Nope. Good luck." Kurt shrugged.

"Thanks." Blaine replied, heading back up the stairs. "Nice meeting you."

Kurt watched as Blaine sprinted back up the stairs. 'Nice meeting you, too. Very nice.'

XXX

Throughout the day, Blaine kept getting lost and being late for classes. As the day went on, people either ignored him or gawked at his choice in outfit. But those weren't the high points of the day. He was at his locker when a couple of jocks approached him.

"Hey, kid. You lost?" One jock asked.

"Uh, no, I'm fine." Blaine smiled politely.

"Really? 'Cause Lima Elementary is about five blocks over." The jocks laughed and high-fived each other.

Blaine glared at them. "There's a reform school a mile from here. You sure you didn't get lost on the way there?"

The jocks stopped laughing, then cracked their knuckles. "Now you done it."

Blaine stood his ground and waited until one of the jocks made their move, then caused him to punch one of his friends.

"OH, WHAT THE HELL!" The jock with the now bruised eye yelled and shoved his friend hard.

Blaine simply smiled, turned, and walked away. By then it was lunchtime. Apparently, it was pizza day, so, he grabbed a couple slices, a breadstick, a salad with ranch dressing, and a bottle of grape juice. The cafeteria was pretty crowded, but, he saw a mostly empty table where Kurt was sitting and headed over there.

Kurt looked up and tried to contain his excitement. "Oh- Blaine! Hey, there's a spot over here."

Blaine smiled and sat across from Kurt. "Thanks. Fancy meeting you here."

"You, too." Kurt replied. "Are you a junior?"

Blaine chuckled and opened his juice drink. "Freshman, actually."

"Oh." Kurt nodded. While Blaine mopped up the grease from the pizza, Kurt let his eyes wander. Blaine looked towards where Kurt was looking so longingly…at a male jock. Blaine's gaydar went off. He decided to have a little fun.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Blaine asked.

"Hmm?" Kurt asked. He realized what he was doing and snapped out of it. "Oh! Yeah, yeah. I'm-I'm good."

Blaine glanced again over at the jock table, faked a look of realization and nodded. "Ohhh. I know what you were thinking."

Kurt all of a sudden stiffened. "No, you don't. You barely even know me."

"True, but I am familiar with that look." Blaine picked up his pizza and took a bite.

"What look?" Kurt asked, nonchalantly.

"The look of longing…" Blaine almost laughed at the look of panic in his eyes. "You want to be a jock, don't you?"

Kurt restrained himself from sighing with relief. "Yes! Yes, exactly. Uh…but, I'm too uncoordinated. I can't tell you how many times I hurt myself in gym." Blaine nodded in understanding. He was about to respond, when Kurt gaped at something behind Blaine. "Oh my God. You can't be serious."

Blaine turned around to see a homecoming court voting booth. Over three cheerleaders' heads was a sign that read "HOMCOMING COURT- VOTE HERE". A short girl with long, dark brown hair was waving cash and speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "Who is that?"

"Rachel Berry. Loud, overdramatic, selfish, and intolerable." Kurt explained. "The three cheerleaders are the Plastics of McKinley High. Quinn, the Queen Bee; Santana, the gossip; and Brittany, the dumbest girl you'll ever meet."

Blaine nodded. "Wow."

"Yep." Kurt took a sip of his drink and stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to do something I'm probably going to end up regretting. Watch my food, please."

Blaine chuckled and continued eating. Kurt returned a few minutes later with a look of satisfaction on his face. "So, what'd you do?"

"I nominated myself for Homecoming Queen." Kurt announced. Blaine nearly choked on his drink. "As a joke, obviously. I wanted to see the look on Quinn's face, and it was priceless!"

Blaine just chuckled. 'I think this may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.'

XXX

During his next period, Blaine excused himself to use the restroom. He turned a corner and saw Castiel standing in the middle of the hall. "Castiel. Is everything okay?"

Blaine felt weird about calling his dads "Dad", since he just barely met them recently; and even though his adopted dad disowned him.

"Hello, Blaine. Everything's fine." Castiel replied. "I just wanted to check up on you. That's what fathers do, right?"

Blaine looked around and walked closer. "Um, yeah…but, they also don't show up at their kids' school randomly unless it's an emergency."

Castiel nodded. "Sorry."

"It's okay. For what it's worth, I appreciate you checking up on me." Blaine shrugged and smiled. "I'll see you later."

"Okay. I will see you later, too." Castiel replied and vanished.

XX

Anna waited at an abandoned warehouse in Lima. Castiel asked her to meet him there, and needless to say, she was curious…until she read his mind. Then she was horrified. As Cas appeared to her, she fumed.

"How…could…you…be…so…stupid, Castiel?!" Anna exploded. "A nephillim?! Really?!"

"How did you…?" Castiel was confused at first, but then, he realized… "You read my mind."

"Hell yes, I did!" Anna put her hands on her hips. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"It was a moment of weakness. I didn't realize once would be all that it took." Castiel shrugged. "Look, Anna, he's completely harmless. He's not like the nephillims of old."

"How do you know that? How do you know he isn't simply playing you for a fool?" Anna asked. "Castiel, the nephillims were the reason Father flooded the whole earth in the first place! What do you think he'll do when he finds out about this?"

"I was hoping He'd be merciful, since my son is nothing like those abominations from way back then." Castiel explained.

Anna exhaled slowly, folded her arms, and shook her head. "A year ago, you would have killed him on sight."

"And then, Dean would have killed me." Castiel smiled wryly. "Anna, just give him a chance, okay? I promise you: he's completely harmless. If you take a few minutes to have a conversation with him, you'll see."

That seemed to sway Anna…a little. Clearly, Castiel was beginning to love this boy. "Fine. But don't think you can just keep this under wraps. I found out, so the rest of our brothers and sisters will find out eventually; as will Lucifer, Michael, Crowley, their demons, and hunters. Some won't mind, but, the rest will not be happy with you. I just hope you're prepared for that."

Castiel nodded. "Thank you, Anna."

"You're welcome." Anna vanished.

XXX

Blaine walked into the house and saw Dean sitting on the couch watching a movie. "Hey, kid. How was your first day?"

"Good." Blaine smiled. "I made a friend."

"Oh, well, that's awesome." Dean nodded, then smirked. "Is he hot?"

Blaine blushed a dark red. "Well, I mean…he's…cute in his own special way."

"Meaning he's butt-ugly." Dean joked.

"Dean!" Blaine exclaimed.

Dean just laughed. "Oh, relax. I was just kidding."

Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Also, Castiel stopped by for a visit at my school."

Dean scoffed. "Oh, God, that's gotta be embarrassing for you."

"Well, it was while everyone was in class. I gently told him not to visit unless it was an emergency." Blaine explained. Then, Castiel appeared. "Oh, hey! Speak of the devil."

Castiel frowned. "But I'm not a devil."

"I know. It's just an expression." Blaine shrugged.

"'Sup, Cas?" Dean greeted.

"Blaine, we need to explore your strengths and weaknesses." Castiel said.

"Now?" Blaine asked.

"Anna found out about you, and if she found out, everyone will know by tomorrow." Cas explained.

Dean exhaled slowly. "This'll be fun."

"It is of utmost important we do this." Castiel went on.

"Oh. Okay."

"Wait." Dean stood up and turned to his son. "Do you have homework?"

"Yeah, actually. I have to read a chapter in my science book and complete the chapter review; and then I have to find To Kill A Mockingbird- the book- for English." Blaine replied.

Dean scoffed lightly. "What- they don't give out copies anymore?"

Blaine shrugged. "It's kind of a low-budget school."

Dean nodded. "Okay. Go work on your science homework. I'll go get that book for you."

"Dean, time is of the essence." Castiel pressed.

"Cas…let the kid do his damn schoolwork. Then we'll worry about the backlash we're about to get." Dean said firmly.

Castiel relented and stepped back. Blaine nodded and headed upstairs. He was starting to feel like Buffy Summers: normal kid by day, monster killer by night.