This has been sitting on my computer forever and I have no idea why I hadn't posted it until now. Anyway, Castiel backstory! yaay, let's go celebrate, buy a cake or something, and maybe some tissues and ice cream. I don't know. Hope you like it, don't forget to review because they are special and I want to know what you thought of the little part of Castiel's past I included here.

Also, a guest sent me this:

"I'm not complaining, I love the idea of the town the MCL school is in being not in America, but I feel like people make it there because it's called Sweet Amoris High School and high schools are an American thing really. I don't know if they're called that in the U.K., but from what I've heard they're not. Anyways, I really like the story so far!"

So, to explain, I've never been to the US, I have no idea how life it's like there apart from films, tv shows and that kind of stuff. I have already made a fanfic that happens in the US and I don't really like how it turned out, so the only reason I'm making this one in the UK it's because I know how things are here, because it's where I grew up. So, yes, it would be Sweet Amoris Secondary School or some variation but I'm only doing this because it will be something that I'll find easier. But I'm still throwing in some US things that I know here, so there's that. I'm just saying that so I know people are comfortable with the story not being in America. And thanks for the review, I'm glad you like the story :)

Eleanor was a little bit surprised when she opened the first door to the right and found, instead of a bathroom, a bedroom. There was a bathroom in there, but still. She was standing in the middle of Castiel's bedroom and they were probably friends but the boy just never seemed to enjoy her company. He only tolerated it. Kind of. Not really. They were something, and Eleanor was okay with that because she could see he was somewhat of a good person, though she thought Castiel wasn't the kind you would save in those superhero movies. He would be the kind you stop.

She took a look around and found what one would usually find in a teenager boy's bedroom. Dirty clothes, dirty socks, dirty underwear, everything out of place. There were two guitars in a corner, one was acoustic and the other one was electric. There was also an amp, music sheets everywhere, an stereo and many CDs and LPs of various bands (Green Day, Nirvana, My Chemical Romance, Pink Floyd, Winged Skulls and Led Zeppelin were the ones that caught her eyes). She looked at one of the posters in the wall by the window. Anna Fay. They did look alike, just a little bit, but they did, though Eleanor would never dye her hair blue.

She also noticed the mirror hung up over the dresser. Not because it was unusual - it wasn't - but it was broken. No, it was shattered. There was a few dried blood stains in the centre of the shatter, so someone probably punched it, but that was a long time ago. In the bottom left corner of the mirror was a picture of a couple. The guy was Castiel, he looked younger but it was definitely him. The girl was one Eleanor had never seen before. She had long brown hair, big blue eyes and a perfect body that made Eleanor a little bit self-conscious. She also had a fake smile on her lips, anyone could notice it, but she was still beautiful. Castiel on the other hand was smiling the biggest, most genuine smile humanity had ever seen.

"She was a bitch" Eleanor jumped when she heard Castiel's voice. He was standing in the doorway with a towel and some clothes in his hands, staring at the mirror.

"I- I'm sorry, I-"

"It's okay. You saw a shattered mirror with blood and a photo in it, anyone would get curious. I should probably get a new one. But if you mention it to anyone I will fucking kill you"

"Don't worry, I'm not like that. But only if you tell me her name"

"Deborah" He said carefully, as if he were afraid that simply mentioning her name would physically hurt him, and, at the same time, saying it with a passionate voice that Eleanor never imagined could come from Castiel's mouth.

"What happened between you guys?"

"Mind your own goddamn business!" Castiel spat, shoving the clothes he was holding in Eleanor's hand "I'll be in my parents bedroom taking a bath myself if you need me. Last door in the corridor"

"Okay, thanks. It's very kind of you to-"

"Whatever" He said before walking off, closing the door behind him. Eleanor's eyes wandered off to the photo in the mirror once more and she wondered if Castiel's heart was looking anything like his mirror.

Eleanor was playing with Demon when Castiel got down to the living room. He got his sandwich from the bag and gave Eleanor half of it. They didn't say a word in between bites. He was a little worried for her to have seen a part of him he didn't want people to see. She looked nice with the wet hair and oversized clothes and she smelled like him and he liked that as well, but that was a part of him he didn't like people seeing.

"These are my mum's clothes. My mum is almost a goddamn midget, how are they oversized?"

"I have 0% body fat, remember?"

"Are you calling my mum fat?"

"No, you misunderstood me. I said I'm too skinny"

"Don't worry she is fat"

"No, she isn't. I saw some of your family photos. She is really pretty. And her hair is red. You should do the same"

"Alright, stop looking at the fucking photos. And I won't be a tomato head, forget it"

Eleanor smiled and looked at Castiel. She wanted to see how he was inside because ever since day one she noticed the look on his eyes, the broken look of someone who suffered too much in too little time on earth. Castiel hated many things, loved just a few things and got pissed off at everything and he was far too young to be that sick of life but he was. Then she realised she was staring at him. He realized it too.

"The fuck are you looking at?" he said bitterly

"Nothing, just thinking"

"About my face?"

"Of course not. Haven't you ever done this? You start thinking and when you come back to your senses you're looking at someone's crotch"

"You are weird"

"Hey, where did you buy your LPs? I've been looking for a American Idiot one for years"

"There's this little record shop on Rosedale Street called Jenny Records. You can find anything there"

"Can I find a clown riding a unicorn while he fights hoards of the undead?"

"If you know how to ask" Castiel answered humourlessly while getting a cigarette and his lighter

"These things will-"

"-Kill me some day, I know"

"Just a warning"

"Don't care"

"Alright. Thanks. By the way, do you think you can teach me how to play the guitar"

"Stop asking questions already"

"Answer me then"

"Not with those nails, you'll have to cut them first. There, answered. Are you happy?"

"Yes. It wasn't very difficult, was it?"

When Castiel was about to answer, they heard a loud thunder and all the lights and the telly went out.

"Great" He said sarcastically "Now I'm stuck with you and there is no energy"

"Let's play a game!"

"No"

"I'll ask you three questions about your life and you'll ask me 3 questions about my life"

"No"

"I'll start"

"Fuck you"

"You said you lived by yourself and that your parents are never home, so why don't you live with someone from the family? Like grandparents or an uncle or something"

"My grandparents hate me. They say I'm useless and I'm going nowhere in life"

"Ouch. But don't your parents have siblings?"

"Mum had a sister"

"what happened?"

"She and her husband used to look after me when I was younger. One day they had an accident and just... died. There, satisfied?"

"I'm sorry"

"Whatever"

"It's your turn"

"I don't want to play"

"You are no fun. Why did you reply to the first question than?"

"Because... I wanted to. Shut up"

"You are weird" Another thunder was heard and Castiel shifted a bit "Are you afraid of thunder?"

"I feel like I'm being violated. You know what, you need to be a level 4 friend to unlock tragic backstory, and you're not that high on my list so I'll stop to you now"

Eleanor knew he was only joking, but she saw the hurt in his face. She imagined a 7 year old Castiel sitting alone in the dark covering his ears trying to hide from the thunder. When the rain stopped at 21h Eleanor went home thinking that maybe Castiel is the kind you save.