Colors

Part 2

I sat down in the art room at a small table that could fit two people. I looked around, a few kids sat around, drawing and chatting. I smiled, maybe I could make some good friends in this class. I heard some yelling from outside and two people walked in. One was pushed back out by the other and then the pusher walked towards me.

"Dreamboat..." I whispered under my breath, recognizing his face.

"What was that?" He asked, taking the seat next to me.

"N-nothing!" I cried, quickly grabbing my sketchbook and burying myself in a new page. He let out a small chuckle and redirected his attention. I started drawing a character I had created, a human named Misha, and smiled as I drew his Christmas-y sweater, despite it being January. I was so caught up in my art, that I didn't realize the head oddly close to my own. I jumped back and squeaked. The guy next to me laughed and looked at my paper.

"That's pretty good." He pushed his sleeves up slightly, revealing his tattoos. I gawked at them; he showed off a bit, flexing his arms to show me them. Without thinking, I reached out and touched his arm. I traced my finger along a snake that spiraled his wrist, all the way up to his elbow. He smirked and I noticed what I was doing, quickly pulling my hand back.

"S-sorry!"

"It's okay, I don't mind. My brother, Sam, on the other hand. Heh, he'd kill you if he even saw you doing that to me if you did it to him. Ugh." He frowned slightly, I grimaced at the possibilities.

"Well, thanks for complimenting my drawing." I said to change the subject.

"No problem, I suck at drawing. I always look at other people's stuff and get a bit jealous." He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled awkwardly. "Anyways, what are you drawing? It looks like you, but, kinda not..."

I pushed the sketchbook to him so he could see it better. "It's a made-up guy I made, his name is Misha. Misha Collins. He's a normal human, like you."

He chuckled. "I'm not normal, not by a long shot. I've been a demon for a while, was inhabited by a leviathan, have been to heaven, hell, purgatory, and now I'm here as a human. My original state, if you will."

My eyes went wide. "Woah... That's so cool! What's purgatory like?"

He frowned. "It's a scary place. Endless trees and me and Sam... I almost lost him." His voice cracked at the end and tears formed in his eyes. I hugged him, squeezing his shoulders. He patted my arm and pushed me off. "Thanks, but, I don't need a hug."

I nodded. "Oh, um, I'm Castiel, by the way." I cheered, holding out my hand.

"I'm Dean Winchester." He shook my hand.

"Like, the Winchester's? The ghost hunters? The ones that have literally saved the world before?"

"Yep."

"Cool!" I squealed. "That makes your story about all the places you've visited a lot more convincing."

"You didn't believe it!?" Dean exclaimed, looking offended.

"I did, it just seemed a bit... Exaggerated?" I frowned, realizing I screwed up.

He crossed his arms across his chest. "Of course. No one believes it till I tell them who I am. But when angel idiots like you, who've been to heaven and earth and probably hell, just get free passes. Same to the demons."

"A-angel idi-iots?" I whimpered, feeling tears come onto me. Dean rolled his eyes and the teacher spoke up. 

"Alright, we're having an art project. You'll all work with the person at the table with you, and you'll draw something that describes the main emotion you feel. Have fun."

The bell rang and I quickly grabbed my stuff and ran out the door. I rushed to the bathrooms, hiding in one of the stalls. I didn't even care about my last class anymore. I bawled my eyes out and felt crushed. Maybe it was stupid to think so greatly of someone I just met- despite their amazing looks- or maybe I was just too soft. I heard a small "oh" and looked up. A person was poking their head over the door, a concerned look on their face. He quickly jumped over and joined me in the stall.

"This is a bit more awkward than in the movies." He mumbled, scooting back and leaning against the door. "Well, hi, why're you crying?"

I sniffled. "Nothing, no reason."

"Bullcrap. Tell me, come on, don't leave me hanging."

I glared at him and wiped my eyes, wrapping my wings around me protectively. "I just... Someone was a jerk to me."

"Welcome to earth, lil angel. Ya'll are great, but I've been to heaven. That place is a bit... Soft. No offense but-"

"No, I get it. It's just... He said 'angel idiots'..."

"That is mean, 'specially since angels are actually smarter than most humans and demons."

I nodded. "Yeah... I am a bit soft, though. I mean, look at me. I have hair chalk on my wings and a flower crown on my head, I'm not very strong."

"Ya look nice." He said, smiling. I giggled and smiled back.

"Thank you, my mom always says the colorful flowers bring out the blue in my eyes." I reached up and touched one of the small blue flowers. 

The guy nodded and glanced at my wings. "You're an angel, eh? I'm a demon. Boo, I'm scary."

I rolled my eyes dramatically. "I'm so scared."

He laughed and the bell rung, school was over. "Ah hell, time to go. Hey, uh, I'm Lucifer. See ya later?"

"Of course!" We rushed out of the bathrooms and I frowned as I realized I needed to find Dean. We had to do that art project together. I spotted him and ran up.

"So you finally decided to show up." He said sarcastically, his brother- Sam- at his side. Sam was tall and loomed over the both us, mainly watching Dean and over his shoulder.

"Shut up, we have an art project. I have no choice but to hang out with you." I huffed.

Dean chuckled. "You sure do think you're scary. But you're an angel covered in flowers and chalk. You should be scared of me." He smiled, his lip piercings were mildly threatening. 

"I'm not scared of you. I'm just curious as to why a school would let one- not to mention both- of the Winchester brothers to attend. You two are known to be more destructive than poltergeists!" I crossed my arms across my chest, feeling like I had won the battle.

"Whatever, they let us in, that's all that matters." Sam mumbled, looking around impatiently. "And can we get home already?"

"Sure." Dean said. "You coming to my house to work on the project?" 

I nodded and we walked out to the parking lot.