I Know You (Destiel)

The Importance of Thoughts

Castiel

New York City, New York

People jostled around me as the subway lurched, but I could care less. I couldn't stop smiling. I had revealed my secret to my best friend, and he didn't care that I was a freak! He thought I was cool! I closed my eyes and remembered Dean's wide eyed grin as he exclaimed that he was "best friends with a superhero!" Maybe now I would be allowed to invite Dean over to my apartment, so we could hang out. Michael never let me bring friends over. It would be too easy for them to find out about us.

I was still smiling as I got off the subway and made my way to the apartment I lived in with Gabriel, Michael, and Lucifer. It was sort of annoying to live in such a small place in a city where flying without people seeing was impossible, but Chuck said it was best. He said it was easiest to hide in a place with lots of people. Normally we'd go to the mountains on the weekends and fly for a while to escape the claustrophobia of the city.

Of course, Chuck disappeared a few weeks ago. Nobody knew where he went. If we wanted to, we could move, but we didn't really have a reason to. I personally wanted to stay in New York. It was very hard for me to make friends. I was lucky to have Dean, and I knew that if I moved schools, I might not be so lucky to find someone who would put up with me.

Luckily, I was here, and I had Dean, so there was nothing to worry about. Except Michael. My smile faded as I made my way up the last flight of stairs. I walked down the hallway and pulled out my key as I reached the door marked 58. I entered and closed the door softly behind me. I tried to sneak to my room, but Michael stepped out of the kitchen and stood in front of me.

"Hey, Castiel," he said, crossing his arms.

I looked up at him. "Hello, Michael."

"Gabriel told me that you were staying late at school," Michael said, "Why were you there?"

"I got in trouble. I had an after school detention." I couldn't tell Michael that I was playing sports, even if I left out the healing part. I was not allowed to play sports at school, and I knew Michael would be angry.

"What did you get in trouble for?" He asked.

"Disrupting class," I replied.

"You're a terrible liar, Castiel," he said.

"I'm not lying. I promise I'm not-" I stopped pleading because I saw Michael's eyes glowing blue. No, no, no, no. I tried to block the afternoon's events out of my mind, but it was too late. I could sense Michael searching my head for what had really gone on after school. Suddenly he stopped, his eyebrows drawing together and anger growing in his eyes. 

"Someone knows?! You let someone know about us?!" Michael was absolutely livid. He stepped forward as if he was about to hit me, but he stopped. Some of the anger drained from his face. "Go to your room, Castiel. I'll deal with you later."

Michael stepped to the side and I scurried past him. I ran to my room and shut the door. What was Michael going to do to me? I didn't want to think about that now. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I hung my trench coat on a hook by the door, allowing my wings to stretch out. I carefully pulled off my blazer, my wings easily slipping through the slits cut in the back. I pulled on some more comfortable clothes and sat down at my desk to begin doing my homework.

~ Meanwhile ~

Michael opened his laptop and opened up the student directory for the middle school. He searched through the names until he found the name Dean Winchester. He clicked on the name and wrote down the listed address on a notecard. He tucked the notecard in his pocket along with a fake FBI badge. He left the apartment and took the subway to the street written on the notecard.

Michael walked past a couple of buildings before finding the right one. He walked in and climbed a flight of stairs to get to apartment 14. He knocked on the door and a large man with a scruffy beard opened the door. "Yes? What is it?" the man inquired.

Michael pulled out his badge and flipped it open. "Hello, Mr. Winchester. I'm Agent Bennington. I'm here to investigate a disturbance that was reported earlier today by one of the people on the floor above you. I just need to ask a few questions. Would you mind if I come in?"

"No, come in," Mr. Winchester opened the door farther and gestured for Michael to enter. Michael walked in and followed him to a sitting area where a young boy with light brown hair and freckles was watching TV. Michael recognized the boy from his picture. It was Dean. The boy turned away from watching his show as he heard the approaching footsteps. He looked confused when he saw Michael.

"Dean, why don't you go to your room for a little while. I need to talk to this man," Mr. Winchester said to his son.

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Winchester. May I talk to your son as well? The person did report that she saw two small figures after the disturbance happened. Do you have another son?"

"Are you insinuating that my children had something to do with this disturbance?"

"No, no, of course not," Michael said, "I just need to explore every option."

The man mumbled something unintelligible and then said, "Fine. Yes, I do have another son. Should I call them here?"

"I would appreciate that. Thank you."

Mr. Winchester turned to Dean and said, "I guess you can stay here then." He walked in to adjoining room and shouted down a hallway, "Sammy?" There was a soft reply and then Mr. Winchester yelled again, "Come to the living room!"

He walked back in to the room Michael was in and gestured for him to take a seat. As Michael sat down, a small boy with long brown hair ran in. Mr. Winchester turned towards him and said, "Sit down, this man wants to ask us a few questions."

When all the Winchesters were sitting down, Michael concentrated for a second and his eyes began to glow a bright blue. Before the Winchesters could react, he had put them in a trance. He had complete control over the family's minds. He searched each of them and eliminated any trace of Michael's family from their minds. There wasn't much in the father's head, but Dean's head was full of thoughts about Castiel. Michael destroyed them all. Surprisingly, Sam's head was full of thoughts about the youngest Novak, Gabriel. Michael hesitated before destroying those memories. He looked through them first, and found that Sam had admired Gabriel for his humor and wanted to be friends. Michael almost felt bad erasing those thoughts.

Finally, he told them to forget about his visit and planted the thought of moving away into Mr. Winchester's head. Soon they'd be long gone, and the Novaks would never have to see the Winchesters again. Michael slowly released them from the trance. They blinked and looked around a few times, wondering why they were all sitting on the couch together. Michael was already out the door.

***

Castiel

I worked diligently on my homework to push Michael's threat out of my mind, but it didn't really work. I couldn't help but wonder at what he might do to punish me. Suddenly, I heard him call out down the hallway, "Hey, can everyone come to the kitchen?" 

Well, this was it. I slowly got out of my chair and walked to the kitchen, sitting down in my normal seat at the dining room table. Michael was already there, and Gabriel and Lucifer soon joined us. I wondered why he had told all of us to come. I was the only one who needed to be punished.

Then Michael's eyes began to glow...