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Hair of the Dog

Castiel's POV

Okay, so, I'm not going to lie, this new kid was hot. Sure he didn't talk but he had a certain sense of mysteriousness and I needed to find out what it was. I knew he lived with his uncle and brother and didn't want to talk about the rest of his family, so maybe the reason he didn't talk had something to do with that. Oh well, I'll find out soon enough.

I had seen him around town before, but I didn't know who he was until now. Maybe he had gone to a different school in another town? I could ask him, but... y'know.

His brother was a year younger than my brother, Gabriel, and seemed nice enough. I had definitely seen his brother at school last year.

Our school was set up weird, where grades K-4 were at the elementary school, 5-9 were at the South Campus building, and 10-12 were at the High School building. Gabriel and Sam were at South Campus, and Dean and I were at the High School. All my older siblings were at the High School as well, and God knows I have enough.

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I went home from Dean's that night, only to find my living room filled to the brim with every single one of my siblings, plus my parents, sitting and standing in various places throughout the room. I tried to walk in as silently as possible without being seen, but my brother's dog Shiv, barked when I came in.

"Castiel," my sister Ariel tutted. "How nice of you to finally join us."

"Ariel, that's enough," my mother scolded. She turned to me. "Castiel, sit down."

So, I sat. They seemed to be in the middle of a very important discussion about something.

"Ariel, you're a senior this year, so we are having you move out," my dad said.

"What?" she asked, incredulously. "I'm not even 18 yet, I can't live on my own. Not legally anyway."

She was such a smart-ass sometimes. She was not my favorite sister, and I was not her favorite brother. Actually, I was no one's favorite brother. None of my family liked me, since I was so fucked up. Okay, yeah I'm gay, so what? I have piercings and a few tattoos, so what? I'm still a person. I have feelings. The only siblings that liked me were Leliel and Gabriel. Leliel because she was only in kindergarten and liked everyone and Gabriel because he was gay too, but only my family didn't know it. He hadn't come out to them yet.

The story of how I came how to my family is an interesting one. I had gone to school last year, just like any normal day, but then, I had a boyfriend. My first in fact. My family still didn't know yet, but I thought they would be understanding, so I took him home afterwards. The day was supposed to be fun; my family would find out I had a boyfriend, we would all be happy together, and maybe he could stay for dinner. Well, my family didn't get home until later than I thought they would, so my boyfriend - his name was Brady - and I ended up making out on the couch. My sister Zophiel got home at the same time as my mom and dad, and saw us on the couch. My mom and dad were in the kitchen doing who-knows-what and came running in. I jumped off of Brady and tried to explain as quickly as I could. The end result was Brady being banned from ever seeing me again and 2 months of being grounded for me.

I had thought that they were nice people and that they would be accepting and maybe I would finally get shown some respect around the house, but now I know that will never happen.

That summer was when I got my first piercing and second tattoo.

"Castiel?" I was snapped out of my flashback and into the real world by Leliel.

"Hey, Le," I said, picking her up and sitting her on my lap. "How was school?"

"It was good, I guess," she said in that sad way that only little kids can master. "Andrew got in trouble again."

"Oh, honey I'm sorry," I said, even though I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for.

I heard mom call for supper and hauled Leliel into the kitchen and set her in her chair before going to help set the table. Zophiel had grown a little bit more accepting of who I was and that I wasn't going to be changing anytime soon. She still glared at me a little as I set the cups down at each of our places.

I said very little during supper, like always.

That night, I walked out from my room in my gigantic house to stand on the roof just outside my window. I liked to sit here sometimes, and just think for a little bit. Some nights it got chilly, but here, never below 40 degrees.

It was a good place to think. One time, Gabriel caught me sneaking out here after I had a huge fight with Lucifer. He had called me a faggot, and even though it was before I "came out" it still hurt like hell. I didn't cry until my toes first hit the shingles. Gabriel saw me jump out the window and thought I was doing something... else. But I wasn't. Just sitting and thinking about what would happen if I was someone else.

Lately, I didn't know what to think of Dean, if I wanted to be friends with him, or if I wanted to feed him to the lions. He was attractive enough to get in with the so-called popular people, and smart enough to fit in with the nerds. He seemed like he could fight, so maybe I did want him on my side. Oh well, I had all night to decide that.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

"I need to talk to you," I said into the phone.

"Sure thing Cassie," the person on the other end said.

I heard the line go dead and stood up when I heard footsteps just below me. A small ladder smacked the gutter along the side of the house and the person climbed up.

"Hey, Cassie," the person said.

"Meg," I replied. "You didn't bring anyone else?"

"Now, Castiel. Why would I do that?" Meg said with a small smile playing on her lips that told me she was lying. She snapped her fingers and Crowley and Victor came crawling up the ladder.

"Dammit, Meg," I barked. "I needed to tell you something important. But I guess now you'll never know."

Victor came rushing at me, fists flying and Crowley came from behind. I jutted my elbow back to catch Crowley square in the face and drew my knee up to my chest to nail Victor in the gut. Victor groaned and almost fell off the roof, clutching his stomach. I spun around to find a bloody-faced Crowley charging back at me, a snarl coming from low in his throat. He pulled his arm back and punched me right in the nose, pulling blood.

"Now, you're messing with a son of a bitch," I growled.

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Alright, so this chapter was in Castiel's POV, as you can see.

I am really proud of this chapter, it took me a long time to write.

Um, I hope y'all like it so far. Leave any questions, comments, and suggestions in the comments.

Song: Hair of the Dog by Nazareth