I'll Protect You, Always (Supernatural AU/ Castiel love story )

Chapter 19

Annabelle's POV

As we pulled up to the school, I could sense the anxiety rolling off of Castiel. I just couldn't get over how different he looked. His curly hair was so different than the tossed hair I was used to. His blue orb-like eyes were now replaced with warm brown ones. Looking at him was just too strange, so I adverted my gaze to outside the window of the car.

I really didn't even understand why we were at the school. It was stupid and unnecessary. Everyday the war got worse, and there we were playing oblivious and unfazed. I mean I knew that the boys just want me to be normal, but I was not normal. I never would be normal. I was not even human for god sakes. But, I didn't want to argue with them. They seemed very hell bent on me going to a "regular" high school, with "regular" kids. Yes, because it was so "regular" to have an angel practically perched on my shoulder. 

Dean stopped the Impala in front of the large red building that read Administration. The school was really rustic looking. Everything was red. It looked like a school you would see in the middle of the desert. I couldn't tell if the tumble weeds were real or just another part of that rustic exterior. If you had ever been to Arizona or Texas then you knew what I was talking about.

Personally, I was as nervous as Cas was. I had never been to a public school before. Castiel had always been my only friend, and I knew that making friends was definitely going to be a challenge. I just hope I didn't accidentally slip up and say something like, "Yeah, I remember when I first found out angels were real. It was awesome!" I really didn't know how that would even pop up in a conversation but still, knowing me, I was bound to slip up.

I just hoped Cas wouldn't act all awkward around people. He was not very social, and I could already picture him just standing there staring at all of them. Oh gosh, I was overreacting. 

'Calm down, Annabelle. You can do this.'

Dean and Sam climbed out of the Impala wearing tuxes, because of course, they were pretending to be FBI agents. I didn't ever know why they pulled crap like that. Why couldn't they just say they were my parents or brothers? I mean they practically were my brothers. Okay, maybe not parents. Watching them try to play lovers would definitely be amusing though.

From the minute we pulled up to the school I could tell Castiel did not know what to do. He immediately got out of the Impala when it came to a stop, without grabbing the backpack I packed for him. I sighed and grabbed it for him, I could already see how hard of a day it was going to be. 

I handed it to him and told him, "You need this. It has all the supplies you'll need for today. Remember, you already go here so you probably already have friends. Of course, you will probably not be with them at all, because you'll always be with me."

He took the bag wearily and shook his head, "The boy has no friends. He told me when he was praying. That's why he wanted a way out. He felt like no one loved him," he stated it like it was no big deal. My heart ached for the boy. I had never known what it was like to feel like no one loved me. Even though Castiel never really used to pay me very much attention, he loved me, and I knew it. I hoped Castiel could make some new friends for him.

I grabbed my backpack and followed Dean and Sam up towards the administration building. Castiel trailed closely behind me in his stripped shirt and khakis. We walked into the office and there was a friendly enough looking lady sitting at the desk. She had short brown hair and a small nose. She had a few freckles and was wearing a red v-neck. She looked to be around Dean's age. The office had a trophy case sitting next to the front desk. There was absolutely no space in the trophy case, and the trophy case was huge. It was filled to the brim with trophies and medals. It definitely looked like the school was big on sports. Great, I sucked at pretty much every sport, except for maybe archery and jousting. Was jousting even a sport? Any sport that required weaponry was my kind of sport.