When Angels Fall

Anonymous

The end of the school year was closing in on Castiel, and he couldn't be happier. He would finally be able to catch up on books, and TV shows that he had been dying to watch/read, and he could finally sleep in past twelve, maybe get those hideous bags under his eyes gone. Needless to say Castiel was more than ecstatic to hear the final bell of his Sophmore year ring. To finally hear, "Have a great Sumner!" from all his teachers. To finally reach the double doors at exactly 2:30 open them and go outside into the warm Summer climate. God, he could NOT wait. No more homework, no more essays, no more quizzes, or tests.

Unfortunately for Castiel his World History tea
cher was a total bag of butts. He had assigned each of his students an essay for a final grade, and as a result to last night's procrastination Castiel was forced to skip his first period class and head to the library to finish his essay.
After leaving Gabriel with his friend in the school Garden he headed inside. "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" Chanting, cheers, and screaming greeted Castiel. Pounding of lockers, and pained grunts filled his ears, and his stomach with fear. He tried his best to avoid the crowd and head for the library, his attempt was all in vain. Two large boys, and a girl pushed him into the crowd so they could get a better look. Animals! Two sweaty armpits kissed Castiel's cheeks and he felt like throwing up. In fact he would have if he hadn't skipped breakfast.
"GET HIM, RAPHAEL!" A girl screamed.
"KICK HIM IN THE DICK!" Another followed.
How could they condone this? Castiel asked himself.
"Okay back it up. Back it up!" Principal Kripke yelled pushing students aside to get to the fight. Instead of security actual cops came in to stop the fight. Sherrif Jody Mills kept calm, and yelled for the students to head to class. Castiel gladly obliged. Before he could turn back and walk to his class he was pushed down by someone. He looked up and saw green flannel, and torn jeans on a tall well built boy. "COME BACK HERE, WINCHESTER!" Kripke yelled running after him with another officer. Castiel looked at the running boy horrified. He turned to the other boy known as Raphael. Raphael was knocked out cold. His right eye was swollen and red it looked like an apple. Blood trickled down from the boys nose to the floor. Castiel could see a dent on the locker next to Raphael. If the fuss hadn't showm up Castiel swore that Raphael's head would have been kicked in. Sure, Castiel had witnessed dozens of fights before, but none this bad. None with this amount of blood. None with this much anger. Since no one made an effort to help him up he did helped himself up. He brushed off some dust and sighed. Gossip was already going around.
"Shit, did you see Winchester?"
"Dude, yes! He must've been pissed."
That name again... It sounded familiar. Castiel brushed it off then began walking towards the library.

Once he reached his destination he automatically headed for the Non Fiction section. He picked a few books on Trench Warfare then went on his search for a place to sit. He came across the same round table where he had found his Journal yesterday, and where he had left the yellow note.
Instead of his yellow note a green one replaced it. "Nothing. It's fine." The note read in the same sloppy hand writting from the one left on his journal. Castiel frowned. He couldn't just not do anything about it. He had to thank him properly. He scribbled down a quick sentence on another sticky note. "Come one. There must be something I can do." with that Castiel moved back to his seat.

Castiel managed to finish his essay with no trouble. It was nothing a few paragraphs from the books and from the internet couldn't help. A full page, front and back, on trench warfare. Castiel smiled to himself proudly. He gave the sticky note one quick glance before heading out of the library. He hoped no one would take it or throw it away.

As he walked to his class he overheard more gossip. It was berly second period and that Winchester kid had already gotten into another fight. Now Castiel really hoped he never even got to see Winchester. A shiver ran up his spine at even the thougut of the boy. Castiel imagined Winchester as a typical bad boy. Ripped jeans, flanne, piercings, combat boots, all that good stuff. Almost like Bender from rhe Breakfast Club.

During his classes all Castiel could think of was thay damned note. Had the stranger answered? Shit, had he even looked at it? Castiel's eyes turned to the circled wall clock on the wall next to the "Hang In There" poster with a kitten hanging by a tree branch. 12:30.
A five minutes longer and it would be his lunch period. Which ment he had enough time to go to the library and see if his note had been reaponded to.
"He's so cute!" Lisa Braden sighed dreamily.
"Oh, shut up. You're too nice for him. Lisa." Jo Harvelle retorted.
Lisa scoffed. "Oh as if he'd want a grease monkey like you.
Castiel didn't know who they were talking about nor did he care, but their constant banter and insults to one another kept him entertained for the rest of the class. The bell finally rang, and Castiel made his way once again to the library with a battle off butterflies in his stomach.

"Just your name will do."
A winky face resided on the corner of the green note. Castiel rolled his eyes and put a winky face on his own yellow one.

As the days last by Castiel and the stranger exchanged notes. Castiel would find them every morning, during his lunch class, and after school. Always in the same spot.

Time went inevitably fast and Castiel hated it. He wanted to continue his conversations with the stranger.

It was time. The last day of school had arrived and Castiel had made up his mind. With shaky sweaty fingers he wrote on the piece of paper his phone number and initials. He was afraid. Afraid that the person would reject if he knew who he was. Afraid that somebody else would find the number and abuse it. Dozens of worst case scenarios run through his mind making his heart race. He had to remain calm. He had to think, hope, that the stranger wouldn't hate him and find the note.

His last class finally rolled in and Castiel was anxious. The teacher cried dramatically saying how she'd miss all of her students, even the bad ones. How she wished she'd had more time with them. Blah, blah, blah. Nothing Castiel hadn't heard seven classes prior. The phone in his pocket buzzed and startled him.

Guess who?

Castiel felt his heart strings being pulled.

You should really take care of your shit.

The stranger texted. Castiel sighed in relief seeing as it was who he had expected it to be.

And you should really stop being an assbutt.
Castiel responded.

Texting was better and faster than passing notes. It was better than having to wait hours to get a response.

Castiel spent the rest of the day cooped up in his room texting the Stranger, as he now called him. He listened to songs that the Stranger had advised him to hear. It was mostly classic rock like Kansas, Alice In Chains, Metallica, and the Styx. Music Castiel would never think of listening to.
Castiel hoped that The Stranger wouldn't loose interest, and that they would spend most of the summer talking. The Stranger was Castiel's first friend, besides Charlie Bradbury who had moved a month ago.

"Who you talking to?" Gabriel asked leaning against the door frame.

"A friend."