*Cas pov*
Being an angel means you don't sleep, but being a teenage angel means you sleep when you feel comfortable and safe. I haven't slept since my dad (god) casted me down on earth to watch humans. Now I understand why couples share beds, it's the most relaxing and peaceful feeling. Angels usually don't have feelings, but dad said I was different. He said I was more human then angel, that I wasn't a perfect little soldier. If that's the case then I'm guessing I am developing feelings for Dean Winchester. I know he's a hunter and his dad will hate me, but I want to be with him. Dean and Sam made me feel human and normal, like I haven't seen the Spartans rip each other apart or was beside Beyonce on one of her show tours. They make me feel like I belong somewhere, and are much more caring then my brothers and sister in heaven. Dean let me borrow his clothes for school and we went about our day as nothing happened last night. I went to where I'm staying at the Novak's (as one of their sons) with a huge smile on my face. The Winchester's asked me if I would come over every night after school to help with homework, of course I said yes.
