The torturous Devil of a Gorgeous girl

Chapter 11: It's going to be ok

SO SORRY FOR NOT SAYING!!!!! CREDIT TO ALL ARTISTS AND MAKERS OF THE ART I USE!!

This is from Castiel's POV because there will be more going on and there will be some things revealed about Castiel.

'You like Dean?' Cara asked hesitantly. Wait, what. Did I just tell her the biggest secret of my entire lifetime? From the look on Cara's face: Yes. I can feel the heat in my cheeks meaning I'm at least a very dark shade of scarlet. What do I do now?

 'Well, I can't exactly deny it now. Can I?' I replied. I shouldn't feel so bad, I was going to tell Cara anyway. I trust her more than anyone else to keep secrets. Ever since we met, I had always known she would be a good friend to me. She's been there when no-one else was. 

*flashback*

'Cassie, it's going to be ok. There will be people to look out for you and Gabriel is also in the year above. He will keep an eye out. I know new schools are daunting and that you will have a hard time to start of with, but remember one thing and you will be fine. Tell no-one of your wings.' My mother said to me at the gate. 

I hate having to move schools. All because I have a 'problem'. It wasn't exactly a problem as such, but people never really understood. My 'problem' was that I was a servant of the Lord. I was Castiel, an angel of God. This meant I had to hide my wings; My big, black, silky wings. It wasn't easy. When people found out, well, they don't exactly take it well. As you can imagine.

I walked into school, my wings already aching, and went to the reception to find out where I was going. I was greeted by a lovely lady, she told me the basics; Locker, teacher, timetable...etc. According to her, I had Art first. A good lesson to start a, hopefully, good year. 

Art was pretty much a 'welcome back' lesson, so nothing much happened. After my Art I had History. But that was after break. No-one even looked at me in Art, let alone talked to me, so now was my opportunity to make friends. Although, it was unlikely.

But, when do I ever get luck. So I walked out and met a student who looked like a model from a piercing studio. He had a menacing grin showing off his sparkly white teeth, making him seem even more menacing than before. 

'Hello, swine. I would advice you stay out of my way, or you may end up in a living hell.' The student purred. The school bully. I should definitely stay away from him. 

'I... um.. shall... um... do that.' I mumble back. 

'Good. See you around wretch.' He purred. He walked off with his gang. 

After that, my wings were giving up. I needed to stretch them. I looked around and saw a big tree, far away from the main building. I strolled over and took of my trench coat to reveal two ebony wings. Finally stretching them was good. 

'What the hell are they?!?' A female voice questioned. Damn! I instantly relaxed them and grabbed my trench coat covering them.

'Um.... they... Um.... what are ..you um... on about?' I mumbled in reply. My cheeks were heated and the girl obviously wasn't excepting it. 'Um.... well.... They are my...um...wings.' I was hoping for the best.

'Wings? What does that make you? An angel?' She questioned again, this time more relaxed.

'Um, yeah. The angel of Thursday. But you believe me?' I ask. She nods. The feminine figure walked towards me, buttoned my tan coat and straightened my tie. I give her a confused puppy look hoping she will explain.

'Oh, I'm Cara. Your not the first supernatural being I've seen. So that's why I'm not surprised.' Cara gave me a warm smile and from that moment, she kept my secret and was one of my closest friends.