BlueTipped Angel

Chapter 1

A/N - I'm sorry if this has grammar mistakes in it, I am too lazy to proofread the whole thing. Oops. :)

Castiel's POV - 12 y.o.

You know, it's extremely distracting reading a book when your little brother is poking you with a pencil and has been for the last three hours. Not to mention the huge bag of my to-read books below my feet, and my dad in the front seat blasting 'carry on my wayward son'. A/N - I had too I'm such trash. It's also very annoying that you read three years above your grade level, and therefore have the teen and adult librarians tell you that the kids section is downstairs and to the right. I might be small for my age, but I AM IN 6TH GRADE! Maybe the new library will be better fit with dystopia novels and historical fiction. Maybe the kids would be nicer at the school, too. I had my little group of nerds, but other than that I was on my own. I'll wear my graphic tees to school and see who complements me in them. I heard my name being called over 'alone together'. A/N - here we are again I take out my left earbud and look around to see who called my name.

"Castiel"  I hear my mom say very irritated.

"Yes?" I say, returning the annoyance.

She sighed

"We're almost at our new house, I would start to pack up all of your books."

I looked down at my feet. My book bag now had broke from the pressure of the twenty four books I had inside. They were all sprawled across the car floor. My hands dropped my phone and started to pick up the books, and put the broken bag full of books on my lap. I would have to use both hands to hold the hole in the bottoms right corner. My mom, Anna, looked back at me and I nodded at my bag. She smiled. And I just shrugged and turned play back on my fall out boy playlist. Their new album was amazing and i haven't stopped listening to it for a month A/N - this was three years ago, so this is Save Rock And Roll Cas is listening too, meaning that it's around May, three months before he starts 7th grade. I only had the opportunity to listen to one more song, Young Volcanoes, before we drived onto our new street. Next door, I saw a boy around my age playing football with what looks like his 9-year old brother. I smiled at the thought, I had so many siblings it was overwhelming. I had Gabriel, the youngest of the Novak family at 9, Balthazar and Crowley, twins and the second youngest at 10, me, at 12, my older brother, Lucifer, who is 17, and the oldest, Raphael, who is 22 and doesn't live with us anymore. My moms name is Anna and my dad's is Jimmy. All seven of us jammed into a mini van was not confortable, so when I saw our new house (I've seen pictures) I almost jumped out of my seat. I have been riding in this car with everyone for 10 hours straight today. I was about to hop out of a window. 

Our new house was huge, everyone had their own room, but Balthazar and Crowley, who had to share. My room was on the end of the hallway with its own bathroom. I didn't have an on-suite at our old house, I shared one with Lucifer. Was not a great experience, I'll tell ya that. 

*meaningless time pass to when Cas is decorating his room*

My room was a mess. There was cardboard boxes everywhere. So, I decided to start to work on my room. First, I got out my posters. A Doctor Who one, one for Sherlock, one for Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance, and Twenty One Pilots. Then I got out my signed Dan and Phil poster I got a vidcon last year, and my signed KickthePJ poster too. A/N - yes, I am making 7th grade Cas an exact representation of myself. I always find it I fun putting up the posters. This time, I decided to put the TV shows on the top right of my wall, towards the wall my bed is on. My band ones were in the middle of the wall, and the Dan and Phil and PJ posters were below those. I kept the left side open for my CD holder, that houses every Fall Out Boy CD, every Panic! at the Disco CD, including my signed Vices and Virtues, which I prided greatly, every My Chemical Romance CD, none signed though A/N - Cas couldn't get them signed because they broke up *cries* and all of the Twenty One Pilots CDs, including a signed copy of self titled. I am really good at getting signed merch. I was proud of myself for getting most of them signed personally, too. The only one that I bought off of eBay was the PJ poster because he sold signed ones for like five bucks more on his shop. Next, I decided to put up my bookshelf. My dad was nice enough to already assemble the actual shelf, so I just needed to organize the books. I like using the authors last name to organize, to me color coding looks weird on books. (that doesn't mean I don't have color coded folders on my phone and in my school binder) So I started to drag over my extra-large cardboard box filled with my books and made piles of the first letter of their last name. 

I stepped back and admired my hard work. I had filled up three of the shelves with fictional, and then one with non fictional, using the Dewey Decimal System, of course. The last shelve at the bottom held some Pop! Figurines from my fandoms. My bed was made with the classic black, white, and grey checkered bedspread, A/N - if you get that reference we need to be friends and my laptop on my desk that has a color coded notebook stack and three different pencil cans for my art. My books were on one side of my desk, and my bed on the other. I put it this way so the window above my desk would give me enough light to draw and do homework, but my bed would be in the darker corner so I can sleep and not be blinded by the self noticed street lamps on our road. I was proud of my design, because when if was nighttime, if I kept my bathroom door open, the mirror would reflect the light of the street lamps and onto my posters. I sat on my bed and looked around when I heard my mom call me downstairs. I opened my door and looked down over the railing of our stairs in the other side of the hallway.

"Yes?"

"I think you want to meet someone"

With a quizzical look on my face, I went down stairs and saw the boy from before with his little brother in our doorway. I smiled. I was very shy with people I didn't know. The older of the two boys, that was around my age, stuck out his hand for me to shake.

"Dean Winchester. The little one's name is Sam." He gestured toward the boy with dark brown hair right below his ears peeking out from behind Dean. Dean noticed me looking at Sam.

"He's shy" I nodded and shook his hand. 

"Castiel Novak" I said, my eyes averting towards the floor.

"Wanna come over to my house?" Dean said, breaking a painfully awkward silence. My mom peeked out from the kitchen and I looked at her with my eyebrow raised. She widened her eyes and nodded at Dean, answering his question.

"Well c'mon!" He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of my house and into the front of the house. He chuckled. 

"Well you're a shy one" We both laughed and he started pulling next door.

A/N - Emily has updated! The apocalypse is upon us! She actually has written and posted on a story for the first time on five trillion years! We are blessed! Anyway, this is a perfect example. I have no schedule for this story. If I get bored at three am, im might write; if I'm in school, I might write. I also might not submit for a month, but I am most defenetly not dead. Or possessed. Or kidnapped. And yes, Cas is basically like half of us reading this, huge nerds that are awkward and have no social life. It's fun writing him like me and realizing how strange some of the stuff I think is totally normal is. (My grammar is very much good)