The Fault in our Worlds (A Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Late in the summer of my seventeenth year, my mother decided that I was depressed, presumably because I was different than the rest of my family and I actually thought for myself. Unlike my siblings. Us angels, we're very different. Many think that our life spans stretch on and on into infinity, but infact, we're just humans with wings. We were just as fragile, just as open to diseases as any other human. I had decided to lead a human life, blending into a family like I was their own. Which they believed.

A few years back, I had gotten sick of living in heaven, with my family looming over me at all times. I came down here, and slipped into the life of an ordinary teenager. But that was a mistake. I slipped into the life of a teenager with lung cancer. My mother (on Earth) sent me to my regular doctor Fred, who agreed with my mother and pumped me full of new drugs. He also recommended a Support Group.

This Support Group made up of an ever changing cast of kids, rotating around as they died or ot too sick to attend.  The Support Group itself deepened my depression. We met every Saturday, in a park a few blocks from my house. We sat in a circle, a giant blanket stitched together from separate blankets made by the Support Group leader, Aiden.

Aiden had recovered from some horrible heart cancer, the story too long for me to explain. So this is what we did, every Saturday, in this exact spot in the park with a giant oak tree looming over us: We all walked/wheeled/limped in, sitting down on the blanket sharing the astounding stories of our lives with the others. I, of course, could never tell them the truth about me. Ever.

"Cas?" Aiden encouraged.

"Yeah?" I asked, broken out of my reverie.

"Tell us about yourself."

I sighed "My name is Castiel Novak, i'm sixteen, I live with my mother and father just that way," I pointed into the distance. Everyone looked "I have stage 4 Thyroid Cancer. And it sucks." I dragged the sleeves of my sweater over my hands.

"Any improvement?" Aiden asked.

"No."

Aiden sighed "You'll be okay, " Aiden encouraged "let's feel the love."

"You'll be okay," everyone chanted "We'll be okay."

There was only one girl in the group who felt like me. Also, didn't want to come here. We communicated in glances and eye rolls. Her name was Charlie. She had some sort of eye cancer, but we never talked about it because... well we had better things to talk about.

Okay, so I hated Support Group. My mum had to threaten me to take away my TV just to get me to get dressed and ready to go. The day that I met Dean Winchester was going quite the same as usual.

Mum: Cas get ready for Support Group.

Me: I'm asleep.

Mum: No you're not, you're watching TV.

Me: *turns off TV* No I'm not.

So my mum dragged me out of bed and forced me into the bathroom, helping me re-attach my cannula. I dragged Clarence (my oxygen tank) to the bathroom and showered. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater and clambered out of the house.

"Just... Try. Okay?" My mum coaxed as I walked away from the car.

"Yeah mum, I will." I mumbled, pulling my coat tighter around my body.

I panted up the hill through the rain, finally reaching the Meeting Place. A tent was placed over it to protect us from the rain. I stood leaning on the oak tree, catching my breath. Aiden called everyone in and I sat down.

"Okay guys! We have a new attendant to our group! Dean, introduce yourself."

I looked over at the boy Aiden was talking to. His hair, a dark blonde, was neat, but not too neat. He was wearing a green t-shirt and a button up shirt open over his chest, a leather jacket topping it off. His emerald green eyes were on me.