Angel SchoolCastiel was the smallest angel in school. He had always been, for as long as he could remember. When he was younger, he would always run to his older brother Gabriel, who would hug him and tell him he was ok. The other angels always taunted poor Castiel and tried to rip his feathers out. For Castiel had black wings and no one had ever seen that before.Angel School3 years ago in Short Stories
On the first day in high school, Castiel stood next to his older brother Gabriel and looked fearfully up at the white brick building. Gabriel was a senior and graduating this year while Castiel was just entering school.
"Relax, little brother," Gabriel said softly. "Everything will be ok." He patted Castiel's back just above the base of his wings and Castiel was comforted by the touch. Gabriel had never made him feel like his wings were wrong. Never made him feel like he was wrong.
"I hope so," Castiel whispered back. The bell rang and he walked inside to face the angel who was going to be his teacher for the rest of the year.