Why Are You Hiding Your Wings? | Destiel College AU

Why Do I Have to Go to College?

Hello! How are you? If your reading this, congradulations! You've found my second long fic! If your enjoying my first one, then try this one out as well XD. Anyways, I'm planning on starting like four more fanfics along with the these too, so keep tuned for all of them!

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Castiel's POV

Castiel laid his head on the passenger window of the car with a groan as the college came view, turning his head away from the sandy red bricks and crowded sidewalks as college students chatted amongst themselves, making the new friends they would need for the grueling four years. He wasn't ready; he would never be ready to face this challenge, and it was because of his wings. Speaking of his wings, he could feel a feather poking him in the back. He shifted vainly, trying to make it more comfortable on him and his wings, but only succeeded in getting more feathers to cling to his body.

Michael parked a little bit away from the college, behind a rising hedge to hide them from passing college students. Castiel's older brother turned to him, motioning to his trenchcoat that hung limply around Castiel's shoulders, button up in the front so his wings couldn't make a guest appearance.

Castiel instantly knew what he wanted him to do and turned his back to Michael, slipping his trenchcoat off his body. His wings quivered at the cool air brushed the feathers, making him shiver. He waited patiently as Michael carefully moved the feathers back in place, so they settled comfortably on the curves of his back and dress shirts, holes made so the wings could fit through it.

"There" Michael said, allowing Castiel to put the trench back on before getting out. Castiel reluctantly followed, dread filling his chest with every step to the back of the car. As Michael opened the trunk, he looked around them.

It seemed like a nice place. The grass was well kept, the leaves that were beginning to fall were very few and far between, showing that they were regularly removed. The sidewalks were a clean white, despite the constant crowds of students traveling over them. The building themselves looked well kept, which was a big plus. He could remember in high school that the building seemed to grow from the mold that dotted every corner of the building.

When he heard Michael clear his throat, he turned, taking the bag that held his clothes and his hygiene items and the other bag that held his most important possessions. It was a small bag, with only his picture of his family, the brush he used to clean his feathers, and his Ipod and headphones.

He looked at Michael with a soft whine, feeling the urge to run from this place and never come back. "Why do I have to go to college? Hiding in high school was hard enough." He whimpered, looking over the building. Castiel never complained unless he was extremely worried, but it didn't take much to figure that out. He looked absolutely terrified.

Michael sighed and patted his younger brother's back, though Castiel felt little comfort in it., and it only made his wings push against  the trench before trembling back into place. "You'll be fine Castiel. You know you need an education." Michael said firmly, his eyes showing how serious he was. Castiel looked away, feeling a little helpless. His brothers were always better at dealing with their wings. Castiel, on the other hand, wished he never had the cursed things.

"Oh, your car is also at the mechanics down the street. When you get settled in, you might want to get it before you start classes, in case you want to go anywhere. No skipping classes though, alright?" Michael said, not waiting for a goodbye as he walked back to his car. He got in, leaving Castiel by himself as his older brother drove off.