Demigods-Destiel AU

Chapter One

Cas POV:

I trip, sending all of my sketchbooks and utensils sailing onto the floor, and out of my arms. "Watch where you're going, freak!" The quarterback barks over his shoulder, laughing richly with his buddies. I sigh, picking up my items, and wince when someone steps on my sketch book. It's not like this is the first time. I've been made fun of like this since I told my ex-girlfriend, Anna, about the dreams I'd been having. Dreams of the future. Of course, they're not really the future. I know that Greek Mythology is mythical. Zeus is just a character from a book. Pure fiction. But, that's not what I told Anna. At the time it first started happening, it felt so real. I was completely convinced I was the half-blood son of a God. It must've been all of the Percy Jackson I'd been reading.

Well, soon after I told her my secret she broke up with me, calling me all different kinds of mentally unstable. Word then spread quickly over campus, and I soon infamously became, 'Castiel Novak, son of Zeus'. My mother, Pamela, heard the word from a school counselor, and immediately threw me into therapy. Her house was crazy enough with all of the kids. They soon beat it out of me, and I was back into my normal self again. Castiel Novak, art fanatic. And son of Zeu- No! No son of Zeus! Really? Are we going to do this again? Would you stop that?! I am trying to do something! All work and no play makes Cas a dull boy. Seriously? The Shining? Shut up and clean.

I shake my head, standing up. I continue on my way to my art class, narrowly avoiding getting smashed into again. Once I reach my safe haven, I walk to the corner of the room to the small round table and pull out my chair, setting my stuff on it. Out of the corner of my eye I see bright red hair and a big smile quickly approaching. I turn to see my two friends Charlie and Samandriel approach me. "Hey, nerd," Charlie greets. I nod my head to her with a slight wave. Samandriel dives into his chair and immediately begins finishing up his nose on his self portrait.

"Alfie, finishing up your homework at the last minute again, I see," I state, watching him scowl at the use of his middle name. The kid's so friggin' weird. I completely agree. Alfie always spends the majority of his time procrastinating until he had half a second left. It was fascinating every time to see him try to beat his last record of how close he can cut it, and still get a good grade. And, by the looks of it, with only about one minute left, his portrait is turning out pretty good.

"My name's Samandriel," He growls, without hardly glancing up, so intent on finishing to perfection. Finally, the dick of a bell rings and our teacher, Ash, walks in. He's a pretty laid back dude. Really into torn flannel and growing his hair out into this ridiculous mullet. He even insisted we call him Ash, his first name, because, 'Only monkeys dressed as penguins would ever consider being called mister'. He is, by far, my favorite teacher.

"So," Charlie starts. Oh, no. "I think we should throw a big party. What do you think?" Sigh. This again?

"Charlie, I've already told you, I don't want a party! It's just a birthday, I've had seventeen before this, it's nothing special. Quite the opposite, actually." I reply. Charlie opens her mouth to argue, when Ash claps his hands together.

"Alright, ladies and gents, hope the extra long weekend didn't windex your brains!" He runs a hand through his hair. "Pass forward your self portraits. C'mon, now, don't dilly dally." He holds his hands out to collect them. Slowly, we all pass them up, and Alfie finally hands up his, a small victorious smile on his face. Tonight we are victorious, champagne pourin' over us, all my friends are glorious, tonight we are victorious! Great, now that's gonna be stuck in my head all goddamn day! You can thank me later.

Charlie shoots me that, 'we'll discuss this later' look, and hands up her portrait. I do so as well, a million and one little criticism's running through my mind about what I did wrong and what I could've done better. Ash finishes collecting them, then, just as he's about to state the next assignment to them, two boys open the door, striding in slowly. They both stop when they notice the entire class is silent and staring. One looks like he's a senior, around my age. He's got slightly spiked brown hair and little freckles. His flashes a smile at some of the girls, and his green eyes slowly settle on me. I don't know why, but I squirm under his gaze. He shoves his hands further into his brown leather coat pockets.