MISSIONS

Chapter 2- Call From The Angels

*Castiel's POV*

Castiel sat on a bench outside at lunch. He'd just left the principal's office as some guy that he didn't know came in. The principal said he'd have to be left back. To be honest, he didn't really care.

Although, if he loved anything, it was the irony. Teachers always said that the students' safety was more important than anything, but everyday he would risk his life to make sure no one else died.

Sorry if I forget to do some homework, he thought.

"Hey, punk! Yeah, you in the trench coat! You're in my seat!" He heard a gruff voice say.

"I'm sorry. But I was sitting here. And-" Cas checked around. "It doesn't say this is your seat"

Suddenly, the boy lunged at him and knocked him off the seat. Cas fell with the boy on top of him. His cheeks stung and he could tell that the boy hit something because his face contorted with pain. Humans were marvelous creatures sometimes; their beauty was something that Cas could not deny.

The boy practically jumped to standing position and looked around. There were people crowding them. Some even started shouting orders. The next thing Cas saw was a flying foot at his face and he felt more pain. He touched his cheek, then winced. He wasn't used to human pain. His fingers came back with red on them, which he knew was blood.

"When I tell you to get off the seat, you get off the damn seat," the stranger growled.

Cas stood up and left his lunch on the floor. He stared at the boy for a minute, then walked inside.

When the bell rang, he walked back inside and settled into his seat in the back of math class. He opened his notebook and started doodling. Their teacher walked in to class not long after. About 5 minutes later, the kid from lunch walked in. He narrowed his eyes at Cas, but then lowered his head to his text book.

He had started daydreaming. He missed his home in Heaven. He hated this vessel and the school he was forced to go to. Everyone always teased him for being awkward.

He smirked to himself. If only they knew.

"Mr. Novak!" his math teacher raised his voice. He jumped in his seat. There was chuckling in the back of the room.

"Yes?" he asked.

"What did I just say, Mr. Novak?"

"My last name.." Castiel answered.

More snickers in the back of the room.

Mr. Williams sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. "If you're going to be a wise-ass, you may leave the room."

"And where should I go?" Castiel questioned the miffed instructor.

"Principal's office. Now." A strict glare came from Mr. Williams.

Castiel growled. He wanted to smite this silly human, but he knew he couldn't.

He packed his stuff and walked out of the class. He walked down the hall and back into the principal's office.

"Jimmy. We meet again," Mr. Catalano sighed. People seemed to be doing that a lot around him today.

He walked in silently and sat in the chair.

"What happened?" Mr. Catalano asked.

"It appears my rear end was wise," Castiel replied.

The aging principle sighed yet again and put his head into his hands. "Do you ever speak normally?"

"What do you mean? This-" he stopped. He heard a voice inside his head.

"Castiel..."

"What?" he said out loud.

"Excuse me?" the principal asked.

"I must leave now," he said, grabbing his bag and racing out the door. A special call from the Angels. This couldn't end well.