I Know You (Destiel)

Claustrophobia

Castiel

New York City, New York

The subway car rattled side to side, making me grip the pole I was clinging to even harder. My white knuckles stood out in bright contrast against the sleeve of my dark navy uniform blazer sticking out from under the cuff my large trench coat. I looked at Gabriel sitting down to my left. He had a huge smile on his face and was excitedly talking to the woman sitting next to him. She looked happy enough to talk to him. That was lucky. A lot of the time, I had to pull Gabe away from talking to some no-nonsense Wall Street businessman who looked ready to rip off the head of anyone who dared disturb them.

The car gave a huge shudder and people rocked back and forth with the subway's motion. I hated the subway. With people on all sides, I felt completely trapped and helpless. Sometimes I'd feel myself start to breath heavily and I'd have to close my eyes and count down from 100 to calm myself down. It just reminded me too much of the cages I'd had to spend my childhood in. When I was younger, I'd been tortured and experimented on so people could test how different I was from normal people. Of course, having wings would have to come with some sort of side effect for them to find.

However, the scientists got more than they bargained for. Instead of giving the other subjects and me illnesses, the genetic tampering gave us powers. Somehow, I was able to heal myself, and some of my "family" have even cooler abilities. After they found that, the experiments just got worse, and eventually it got so bad that they would almost kill me everyday, just to see how fast I could heal. This got too much for one of the scientist to handle, so he helped us escape. His name was Chuck, and he lived with us until he disappeared not too long ago. 

Suddenly the subway car gave a giant screech and shuddered to a stop. "One more stop," I said to Gabriel. He nodded back at me and went back to chatting with the woman. Unlike me, Gabriel wasn't afraid of people or touch. He didn't spend as much time at the facility as I did. He was only 4 when we escaped so it makes sense he wasn't as affected. I spent almost twice the time in there, but neither of us can even come close to what Lucifer and Michael went through. They both spent more that a decade there. I'm surprised they're even able to keep it together, but what do I know? I'm only a fourth grader.

The subway started again, creaking along on the rails. Someone, obviously surprised by the sudden start, fell against my back. "Sorry," they said while pushing away from me. I felt my wings shudder against my back. "It's fine," I muttered, looking away and trying to make myself as small as possible.

Finally the subway stopped. I grabbed Gabriel's hand and we walked out of the station together, taking a left towards the large school building. We walked in, and I led Gabriel to the first grade floor, dropping him off at his classroom. "Behave," I told him.

"Yes, sir!" Gabe said with a mock frown and salute. I smiled at him and pointed at the classroom. "Go," I said, "You don't want to be late."

He huffed in disappointment. "Okay fine, Cassie," he said and gave me a small wave. "See ya later."

I waved back and then hurried up a few floors to my classroom. I went through the door right as the bell rang and sat down at my desk. "Hey, Cas," my best friend, Dean, said from his seat next to me. He had a huge grin on his face, as always, and he seemed to be bouncing up and down in his seat. It reminded me a little bit of Gabriel.

"Hello, Dean," I replied with a small smile, "Why are you so excited?"

"We're starting basketball today in gym class!" Dean said. His smile seemed to grow even wider.

"Oh," I replied, my small smile truing back into my normal indifferent expression. I can't participate in gym. It involves wearing the required athletic uniform of a school issued pair of shorts and a t-shirt. T-shirts and wings don't go well together. I always have to wear my trench coat to disguise them. I find my coat cool, but Gabe always disagrees. He prefers his large peacoat. Luckily, my older brother, Michael, convinced the gym teacher to let me sit out during class. I think he believes that I have some sort of illness.