Angels Among Us *A Destiel high school story*

#6 Castiel's POV

When I get home, I go upstairs and collapse on my bed.

I few seconds later, I hear the door open and my brother (well, one of many) walks in.

He stands over my bed, looking at me, a smirk clearly on his face.

"How was Deano's?"

I can feel my heart racing, as I quickly get up.

The burning sensation in my cheeks.

Gabriel laughs.

"Don't look so startled, Cassie. It's not like I expected any different."

I grit my teeth together, not daring to look at him.

His words only make me more flustered and he knows it too.

Gabriel sits down slowly on my bed, it creaks slightly from the extra weight.

I move back closer to the headboard, unable to speak.

"We all remember Balthazar.", he says, running his hand across the blankets.

It is a quilt, decorated with angelic symbols and winged angels.

Most of them have dark blackish wings and are gathered in a circle. In gold lettering it says: 'Castiel. Angel of The Lord.'

I swallow, trying not to show him how much his talk of my careless fling with our relative is bothering me.

"You were young back then, Cassie. You had no control over what you did. Maybe, it would be nice if you stopped punishing yourself for something HE did."

I freeze.

Looking up at him, I see his expression is serious.

He is no longer joking around.

"What do you mean? I am fine, Gabe."

He snorts and his normal expression comes back.

"I mean, that maybe you should put yourself out there, again. Test the waters. Ya know, date someone?"

I watch as his hand stops moving up the quilt and settles on one of the angels there.

Gabriel sighs, running his hand over the angel and slowly averting his gaze from me.

"I do not think I am ready to try again.", I tell him, my voice quiet.

He nods smiling, and looks back up at my bright blue eyes.

I watch my brother get up from my bed, his hand leaving the angel on the quilt.

"Cassie, whatever you do, I just want you to know that I'm here for you. You don't have to go through it all again alone, this time...", he says, voice trailing off.

He than walks out of my room, closing the door behind him.

For a moment, I just sit there, trying to comprehend what just happened.

Maybe, Gabriel is right.

Maybe, it is time that I 'test the waters' so to speak.

I smile then, getting up off my bed, and walking over to my closet.

Taking out my trench coat, I put it on and fix up my crinkled blue tie.

He is right, I tell myself.

I DO need to stop beating myself up about the incident with Balthazar.

I need to trust people again.

So, with that, I open the curtains and swing the door to my room wide open.

I am ready to face the world.