If I Told You What I Was, Would You Turn Your Back On Me?

Chapter One

 "Why do I even have to go to school?" Castiel asked his older brother. Michael just shook his head. "Father wants you to. I was forced to go to school as well. The same for all of our siblings." Castiel just grunted, unhappy with the response he was given. Why did he have to go to school? He was an angel, he didn't need school. All of the loud teenagers and tests. He would gladly go to school if there were no bullies, harsh teachers, and popular teens. He would love to learn about humanity's cultures. He just despises the idea of going with all of the rude people. And also the fact that he has to hide that he is an angel.

His long, black wings were uncomfortably tucked underneath his slightly oversized, tan trenchcoat. The only reason that it's a bit oversized is that of his wings. The trenchcoat has some fabric on the inside that was personally put there to both hide his wings and to make it more comfortable for them. But even then, he was rushed out of the house so that he wasn't late for the first day. Which means that he didn't have the time to groom his feathers, they were rubbing unpleasantly against each other and bending a little painfully.

To an angel, the wings are the most sensitive part of them. They needed to be taken great care of so that they don't become damaged or deformed. If touched wrongly, even a millimeter off, that will cause pain or... Something else that you wouldn't want.

Castiel shifted to try and get some of his feathers to stop itching, the result: the feathers itched even more. Michael handed Castiel his backpack with an empathetic smile. Once Castiel took the backpack Michael put a reassuring hand on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel knew that he was trying to cheer him up and gave a small smile. Michael's smile turned into a grin, "Have fun at school!" Castiel just rolled his eyes, that was said to him every year and yet, he has rarely had fun at school. The only exception that he has had fun is when he was learning. He was considered a weird, antisocial nerd.

With the sound of Michael's car dashing away from the school, Castiel made his way to the front doors of Kripke High School. At this point, Castiel is a sophomore and still has no idea of how socialization works. He most likely never will. Castiel is antisocial and the reason for that is because he has no idea how to introduce himself to anyone. And if he does, what does he do after that? One could say that he has social anxiety.

He walked over to his locker with his schedule in hand. 26-19-33. How is there an easy way to memorize his locker combination? With a sigh, he opened his locker and took off his backpack which ruffled some of his feathers in an irritating way. Castiel put the unneeded books into the locker and keeping his first three classes books, Science, Social Studies, and Home Economics (to help him understand the human principles). Looking at the clock, Castiel realized that he had plenty of time before his first class. He walked towards the bathroom so that he can get his wings into better shape for the school day.

He found that the bathroom was empty, thank Father. He pulled off his trenchcoat and folded it neatly. He stretched his wings first, each wing about five feet long. His silky, black feathers were shining in the white lights of the bathroom. In the mirror, he saw many of his feathers tangled with another one or out of place. There were even some that had fallen out and were just nestled there in a different part of his wing. His order of taking care of the issue was to take out any of the feathers that had fallen out or were about to and then brushing through the ones that were tangled or out of place. Once he was satisfied with them, he stretched them to their full glory one more time before unfolding his trenchcoat and pulling it back on, covering his wings once again but this time without any cramps or itches.

Castiel then went over to his first class, Science. This is the first day though so it's most likely going to just be introductions and rules, nothing hard. He sat in the back of the class as he normally does to avoid any awkward conversations with anyone else. He had sat down a few minutes before class started so everyone was already talking, catching up with friends about what happened during the summer or just talking in general.