The Demon in Me

Chapter 1: The Angel at His Side

The roaring engine sound of the Impala grew loader as it rolled closer to St. Michael's High School. As the brakes were applied and the tires rolled to a stop, two boys groaned towards their father. "Can't we just go with you?" Asked the younger in the back seat. He looked over the window of the Impala at the large school.

"Shut your cake hole, Sammy." The older barked, opening the door of the car. He threw his bag over his shoulder and stepped out onto the pavement. Sam soon followed, crawling out of the car with his own bag. He looked back at his father and said good-bye.

Sam and Dean Winchester were two very unfortunate boys. Their mother was killed when they were only small children, and they have been on the road ever since. Their father, John, was a hunter. Not the kind who shot deer and loved hunting game. No, their father was a hunter of the supernatural. Truth is, their mother was killed by a demon, and their father was hunting it, and everything like it, down. "Now boys, stay out of trouble." He said with a stern voice. He revved the engine of the Impala. "Dean." He boomed. The older son turned around, as did Sam. "You watch out for Sam, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir." Dean answered back, nodding at his father. They all said their final goodbyes and the Impala drove off, not to return for a while. John left Dean in charge of Sam. He got them in the local high school, and rented them a hotel room for as long as he could.

Dean gripped Sam by the shoulders and nudged him towards the school. "Alright Sammy, are you ready for the first day?" Sam sighed, blowing his soft, brown bangs from his eyes. Dean continued, "We won't be here for long. Don't worry about fitting in. It isn't worth it."

"Whatever, Dean." Sam brushed off Dean's grip and walked towards the large school before him. St. Michael's… Sam thought. He knew this school would be just like the rest. He would be the weird kid and Dean would just act like a bad ass. He thought back to the school he had been at before. Dean kept making out with a girl in the janitor's closet, while he was bullied. Well, bullied until he fought back, which made him look like even more of a freak. Sam sighed once more, and the two brothers entered the school. It was time for another first day.

The first day was something Sam and Dean had gotten used to over the years. It was a miracle that they had both made it to high school, let alone Dean making it to senior year. Sure, Sam had the smarts to get along well in school, even with all the changes in schools. He had a plan to go to college, get out of the world he was stuck in. Dean, on the other hand, was more interested in chicks and 'ganking' demons than grades.

Both Winchester brothers made their way to the office of St. Michael's High School. Sam sat down quietly, checking his bag for all the essentials of school. Dean slouched into the chair next to Sam, looking around the room until the principal came into the room. "Good morning, boys." Sam smiled nicely, while Dean blew the principal off. What was another authoritative figure in his life? "I see you have changed schools quite a number in the past years. What do your parents do for a living?"

Dean scowled, while Sam got a frightening look on his face. Dean shot a glare over to Sam, telling him to keep quiet and let him do all the talking. "Mom's not around. Dad is in the military." That was the usual cover. They never tried explaining that their mother had been killed by a demon, and that their father was an apparent nut case out to hunt everything down. They were sure that child services would come for them if they ever tried explaining their current situation.

The principal was taken back and fixed his glasses so that they sat evenly on the bridge of his nose. "I see." He said, checking his desk for the boy's schedules. Soon he found them and handed them over. Dean took both of them, checking Sam's over and memorizing which classes he had and when. He then handed it over to Sam, finally checking his own.

"Thank you, sir." Sam said, standing up from his seat to shake the principal's hand. Dean just watched as his brother fit in perfectly. Something Sam was always good at doing, being normal. Dean pushed back his chair and stood. He nodded towards the principal and nudged Sam out of the office.

"Come on Sammy." Dean shut the door behind them and walked down the hall with Sam, until Sam found his first class. They parted ways and Dean looked at his own schedule. The hallways were empty since classes had already started. Dean walked silently towards his first class. His schedule said that it was in the south wing of the school, so he followed some signs and eventually found his way there. Upon entering the room, Dean popped the collar of his leather jacket and stared at the class with a clenched jaw.

"Teach." Dean nodded towards the aggravated teacher who glared at him for interrupting class.

"Class, this is Dean Winchester. Mr. Winchester, please take a seat next to Castiel." Dean looked around the room, searching for the empty seat next to some guy the teacher named off. He finally found the seat, and the guy. It was near the back corner of the classroom. His neighbor was the guy staring blankly out the windows of the classroom.

Dean paced the room over to his seat. Some jocks sized him up, while a couple girls gave him flirtatious looks. He got to his seat, swirled his chair around and sat down. After the interruption he made had calmed to a stop, the teacher resumed his lesson. Dean leaned forward on the chair, bored already with the dull life of a high school student. He wished he would be out there with his father. Hunting things, saving people, the family business. But no, his father wanted him in school, safe and away from the danger.

Dean yawned, cracking his jaw in the process. He glanced over to his neighbor who was still staring out the window into the clear blue, fall sky. The guy was wearing a simple pair of pants and a white button up dress shirt with a messy blue tie. Dean thought he was some kind of overachiever, dressing like that for stupid high school, but as he looked around at the other students, he realized that he was the one who stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone was dressed semi- formal with some casual aspects. He, on the other hand, was wearing a leather jacket, blue button down, and a green shirt underneath. His jeans were ripped at the knees, showing his scars. Small bits of dried mud were at the bottom of his jeans and they were torn a little. That's what he had to deal with when living out of a car for long trips across the continental U.S.

His neighbor fit in with the rest of the bunch at the school, yet there was still something about the way he stared out the window that caught Dean's attention. "psst." Dean whispered. "Hey, Cas." His neighbor turned. Dean had only heard the first part of the guys name, so he stuck with it." As Castiel turned, Dean was taken back a little.

"My name is Castiel, not Cas." Dean got a look at his neighbor's face. His hair flipped around on the top of his head. It was a dark brown color, much different than Dean's dirty blonde hair. Dean gulped, looking into his neighbor's eyes. They were a mesmerizing, deep blue hue. Castiel blinked, cutting off Dean's concentration and then turned back towards the window. He watched the sky as a bird flew by the glass pane.

Dean watched Castiel for a few moments and then gave up. He had told Sam to not worry about fitting in, so why was he trying to make a friend? He shrugged away the anxiety he felt and laid his head on the desk. The monotonous tone of the teacher lulled him to sleep. It felt no more then a few minutes later when he felt a tap on on his shoulder.

"Wh-wha?" Dean bolted up. His first thought was to grab the knife that was stowed away inside his jacket, but he figured it would be bad to threaten some one with a knife in a school. Reality flooded back into his mind as he saw the person who had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Dean, the bell has rung." It was his neighbor, Castiel. He was standing there; the sunlight behind him cast a shadow on Dean. Castiel then walked away, carrying his books close to his chest.

Dean wiped the drool from his chin. He jumped up from his seat and followed the odd student out of the classroom. "Hey, Cas! Wait up!" Dean pocketed his hands into his jacket. He followed Castiel until he caught up with the guys pace. "So, what does a guy gotta do to get some action around here?" Dean asked, eyeing a few girls who were standing in the hallway. They twirled their hair with their fingers, watching the new guy walk down the hall.

"I do not know what you mean." Castiel answered, stopping at his locker to put his things away and grab new books for his next class. He then closed his locker, placing the lock back onto it. "And my name is Castiel."

"Sure, Cas." Dean flashed a smile. "So you seriously haven't checked out any of the girls in this place?" Dean leaned against the locker next to Castiel's. Castiel shook his head, denying the accusations. Dean rolled his eyes. "Man, you need to get out more often." Dean went to give Castiel a friendly pat on the back, but the blue-eyed student avoided it skillfully.

"I get out enough." Castiel held his belongings in his arms, and gave Dean a sympathetic look. "Can I go now?" He asked, watching the hands tick away on the clock down the hall. "The next bell is going to ring soon, Dean. I do not want to be late for my next class." Castiel stood there, awkwardly swaying from one foot to the other. First right, then left, then right again. He looked anxious for something, like he was waiting for something to come blasting through the wall or something. "Dean?"

"Oh, yeas. Sure, Cas." Castiel nodded, quickly taking off down the hall towards his next class. Dean stood there until the hallways cleared out. He was bored with the place already. It felt like a prison to him. No doubt it felt the same to Sam. Dean paced the empty hallways until he came across the room Sam's schedule said he would be in. He peaked in through the small window in the door. Sam was sitting there, diligently taking notes. That's good, Sammy. Dean thought. He then turned and walked towards the exit of the school. He was done with the place for the day. They couldn't keep him there any longer than he wanted to stay.

Dean was so close to the doors that led outside when he was stopped. A firm hand on his shoulder prevented him from going any further. He turned and faced three students. Two girls stood there, one with short blonde hair, and another with long blonde hair. The third was a rough looking guy with deep-set eyes, like he hadn't slept in ages. Dean figured he was most likely the school druggie.

"Where is the new guy going?" Asked the girl with the short hair. She paced around Dean like he was some kind of prey for her to shred to pieces.

"I don't know. Maybe he doesn't like it here? Maybe he thinks he is too good for us." The longhaired girl walked past him, latching onto the guy in the group. The guy then spoke; he still had his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Seems so." His grip tightened, leading Dean to scowl.

Dean shrugged off the rough grip and glared at the three students. "Yeah, what of it?" He asked, clenching his fists, ready to sock the thug in the face.

"The name's Luc." The guy smirked. Dean scowled back at him. He continued, "The name is short for Lucifer. These ladies right here are Ruby and Meg. He swung his arms around the girls' shoulders. "We were just wondering where you were going at this fine hour?" Lucifer stared down Dean with menacing, dark circled eyes.

"That's none of your business." Dean yanked at the bottom of his jacket, straightening the leather. "Now, if you would excuse me-" Dean pushed past them, reaching for the door. He pushed it open only an inch before Lucifer grabbed his shoulder again. That was it. Dean's fighting instincts had kicked in. He swiftly turned and gripped Lucifer's hand, bending his wrist back. Usually that move would bring someone to his or her knees, but Lucifer didn't so much as blink. "The hell?"

Lucifer smirked, pulling his arm away from Dean's grip. "Now that wasn't very nice." His arm made a full swing motion, pulling back, and then crashing forward with a fist into Dean's face. Dean only had a second to dodge, so his cheekbone received the front of the attack.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean rubbed his cheek. He caught his footing and was ready to fight back. He felt for his knife inside of his jacket. If it really came to it, he would risk getting kicked out of school. He knew he wasn't going to graduate anyways, so there was no point in following the rules.

"Come on, Dean." Ruby laughed, coaxing Dean to come close with a curling finger. "We just want to talk."

"Yeah, Dean." Meg walked past Dean, running her fingers across his chest. She stared him in the eyes and laughed. "Or maybe you're too scared of Luc." Her nails scratched over Dean's shirt. He took a step back, not liking her clawed touch. He glared at Lucifer, his heart pounding with adrenaline. His vision was blurring with anger.

"Why aren't you all in class?!" A teacher came booming down the hall. "Break it up! Break it up!" She waved her hand in the air, shooing Lucifer and his girls away. "Luc, get to class, and girls, get back to study hall. What have I told you about roaming the halls?" Lucifer, Meg, and Ruby scowled, walking off down the hall. Lucifer glanced back at Dean, smiling menacingly. Dean wasn't sure why they had chosen to circle him. He didn't exactly look like a helpless victim. He was sure he would have been able to take Lucifer down if push came to shove. The teacher stood in front of Dean, hands on her hips. "And you- Wait, who are you?" She asked, looking at the bruise that was forming on Dean's face. She took a step closer to Dean and pressed on it gently.

"Dean Winchester, Ma'am." Dean winced at her touch. Lucifer hit him hard and he could feel his skin bruising. "I'm fine." He pushed her hand away and stood awkwardly in front of her. He then thought up his story to tell her why he was wandering the halls. "I got lost on my way to class. I'm new here." He gave his best innocent smile. She fell for it instantly.

She grinned back at him and patted him on the back. "That's okay, Dean. Let's get you to the nurse's office to get you checked out." She grabbed the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him down the hallway. He couldn't protest. If leaving the school were a futile task, he would rather spend time in the nurse's office than in class. The teacher pulled Dean down the hall and eventually they made it to the small nurse's office. "She should be back any minute now. Just sit down and wait here." The teacher then left to continue her prowl of the hallways.

Dean stood awkwardly in the all too small room before taking a seat on the paper covered, medical mattress. He tapped his foot on the ground and stared at all the things in the room. There were many posters showing different parts of the body, and different treatments for ailments. Dean stretched his arms over his head, rolled his shoulders and situated himself into a laying position on the mattress. No more than a second later did the door to the office open. Dean shot up from the mattress and waited for the nurse to walk it. Though, it wasn't the nurse who walked in. It was Castiel. He was holding his nose, blood dripping down his fingers.

"Cas?" Dean stood up, racing over to Castiel and pulling him over to the mattress to sit him down. Castiel looked dizzy and confused. He stared at Dean with wide, blue eyes.

"Dern?" He sounded muffled from his bleeding nose. Castiel uncovered his nose and revealed how much blood was actually there. It dripped down from his nose and over his lips. It then dripped down his chin and splattered onto his white shirt. Dean quickly searched the room for some tissues. He grabbed a box and shoved them at Castiel. The box jumped in Castiel's hands until finally he got a hold of it. Castiel wiped up his face and shoved some tissues up his bleeding nose. "Dean, what are you doing here?" Dean then just pointed to the side of his face. It was red and swollen, starting to bruise. "Oh-" Castiel scooted over on the mattress and allowed Dean to sit next to him. "Where is the nurse?"

Dean took the seat and held his head in his palms. A headache was starting in his skull. He was going to get back at Lucifer for punching him in the face. Actually, he was just going to get back at him for being an ass hole in general. "Some teacher said the nurse would be right back." He rubbed his temples, trying to get rid of the headache. Castiel gave him a sympathetic look and wiped his face again. The blood had ceased to pour from his nostrils. "What happened to you?"

Castiel pulled away the blood-covered tissue. "I get these all the time." Dean reached over for the garbage and held it in front of Castiel. Castiel then threw the wad into the garbage. "I am not sure as to why." Dean gave Castiel the 'oh' face and remained silent, watching the small drops of blood on Castiel's shirt dry.

Soon the nurse entered the room, surprised to see that she had two students in her office. Two students that looked like they had beaten each other up, which wasn't the case, but it still looked like that. She checked out Dean's face and gave him some medicine to help with the headache. She offered to call his father to pick him up, but Dean refused the call and said he would rather just go back to class. He didn't have the option of staying in the nurse's office, so he was stuck with going back to the prison of a classroom. As he left the small room he looked back a Castiel, who was being checked out by the nurse. The blood on his shirt reminded Dean of all the demons he killed and the people he couldn't save. It haunted him as he walked away.

Shaking away the feelings that had crept up on him, Dean shut the door to the room and checked his schedule. "Gym." He gave a little grin, happy that the class had nothing to do with academics. He was good in gym. His father kept him in shape, making sure he had the reflexes and strength to take down demons and other monsters. Dean looked down each side of the hallway. He chose a direction and took it. He didn't care if he made it there on time. He had already missed the second period of the class day. The first period he slept through. What was being late to another class?

Dean found himself at the gymnasium soon enough. Students were just coming out from the locker rooms in their gym clothes. Dean pulled off his jacket and button down shirt. He tucked his pendant necklace inside the garment and set his things down on the pulled out bleachers. He walked over to the gym teacher. The man was wearing work out clothes, although he didn't look all too fit. "Hey, Teach-" Dean began to say. The gym teacher scowled at him, looking at Dean's clothes.

"Not prepared, I see?" He scoffed. He then took his whistle in his mouth and blew it loud. The noise pierced Dean's ears and rang throughout his head. If his headache was getting better from the medicine, that whistle killed the effects. "Roll call!" he blew the whistle again, jabbing a finger at the line of students. Dean walked over to the line, rubbing his temples in the process and cursing at the fat man.

A few names caught Dean's attention, one being Lucifer's. "Luc Asher." Dean looked down the line at Lucifer, who flashed a grin back at Dean. The next name after that was even more interesting. "Castiel Asher." Dean was happy that Castiel was in his gym class; although he wasn't so sure how good the weird guy would be at sports. Dean was also interested in the fact that Castiel and Lucifer had the same last name. Asher… Luc Asher and Castiel Asher. Brothers?

"Dean Winchester." Dean was still lost in thought; the teacher walked up to him and blew his whistle right in Dean's ear. He jumped at the whistle and then the teacher's booming voice brought him back to reality, "Dean WINCHESTER!"

"Yeah, man. I'm here. No need to get your panties in a bunch." Dean plugged his ear with a finger and tried to bring his eardrum back to life. It was futile, the ringing continued for a few minutes.

It turned out that they were playing dodge ball that day. Dean was okay with that. He needed to relieve some stress. They picked teams; Lucifer ended up being one of the team captains. He made sure to pick all the hulky guys in the class. Dean, not being particularly buff, but agile, was picked for the other team. He was glad he was on the opposite team as Lucifer. He was going to take all his stress out on the prick. It was going to be a good game of old-fashioned dodge ball.

Throughout the class, Dean smashed the ball into a couple monstrous guys. They tried getting him back, but with the training that Dean's father put him through; there was no chance in hell that they would land a hit on him. Soon it was down to a few guys on Dean's team and then Lucifer and another player on his side. A ball rolled to Dean's feet, he quickly picked it up while dodging a hit from the other side. He whipped the ball right at Lucifer. The path of the ball was going to hit Lucifer smack in the middle of his gut. Dean smirked, glaring at Lucifer as the ball hit. Dean raised his arms in the air and shouted in victory. He took a half turn while shouting, "Take that you son of a-" He shut up quickly when he saw Castiel standing on the sidelines. The dried blood was still on his shirt. Dean was lost for a moment, but soon brought back to reality when a ball came hurdling towards him, smacking him right in the side.

Dean buckled, coughing from the ball knocking the wind out of him. He cursed loudly, stomping over to the sideline. He watched as all the people he had gotten out on the other team, shout and race back into the game. The brute force of Lucifer's team soon demolished his team. The gym teacher blew his whistle, sounding the end of the game. Dean grabbed his extra layers of clothes and put them back on. He then walked over to Castiel. "Looks like we are in the same third period, Cas." Castiel nodded. Dean watching him as his eyes flickered over to Lucifer. Dean knew there was a connection between the two. "That's your brother, isn't it?"

"He's the one who gave you this, right?" Castiel touched Dean's swollen cheek lightly. Dean suddenly felt a jolt of electricity run through him. The pain in his face stopped immediately. Castiel quickly took his hand away and pocketed it into his jeans.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Dean rubbed his cheek, not feeling any pain that had once been there. He shifted his eyes with uncertainty. There was no way that Castiel's touch magically made his pain go away… Was there?

"My brother… He has gotten into many troubles…" Castiel took his eyes away from Lucifer and stared at the ground. He then brought his sight back to Dean. "How is your face?" He asked, tilting his head in question.

"It- It's fine." Dean looked at Castiel in question. Who is this guy? They stood there in silence, looking away from each other. Dean was worried that if he stared at Castiel too long he might see some flaw in the guy. Castiel looked away because he knew Dean was questioning him.

"I must go." Castiel started to walk away, out of the gymnasium. Dean watched Castiel's back get farther and farther away. Suddenly the lights in the gymnasium flickered. One light shattered, letting out a luminous spark, brightening the whole gym. Dean thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He could have sworn that the shadow Castiel made on the walls had large wings. It was only for a second that the broken light lit up the gym. It had to have been something else that made the shadow. The commotion in the gym settled down after the bell rang and everyone moved onto his or her next class. Dean followed, loosing Castiel in the crowd of students in the hallway.

Cas, what are you?