Sometimes Castiel that he was still at a high school with regular classes. It wasn’t all telekinesis control and magical history. He was glad that there were still classes like Algebra II and World History. It reminded him that these were all just regular kids with unnatural tendencies and appearances. It reminded him that he was still just a regular kid with not-so-regular powers. Although, just because he had telekinesis didn’t mean that math wasn’t still boring. In fact, the only class he really enjoyed was Literature. He loved reading. Books were a magical place where anything can come true, but unlike the real world, you can quit reading whenever you wanted. He also had a knack for writing. He enjoyed writing down ideas and essentially see them come to life. He wasn’t really a fan fiction writer, but he posted most of his stuff to sites like A3. He’d call his writing abilities ‘above average’.
When he heard they were getting a creative writing assignment, he was overjoyed. When he heard they were to work in pairs, not so much. He ended getting paired up with some 11th-grade girl. The perks of being in an advanced class were that he was able to learn more on his level, but the downside was that he was stuck in a class of 11[sup]th[/sup] graders. When they’d been forced to discuss, all they’d ended up discussing was where the hell to meet to write the damn thing. After minutes of back and forth, they decided on Castiel’s. He’d been reluctant to agree, but he was sure it was going to be clean (at least on his side of the room.) He had no reason to not oblige.
So here he was on a Saturday, waiting on an 11[sup]th[/sup] grader, sitting on his twin bed, typing furiously on his computer. Any time he had to do something he didn’t want to do, he made a rant about it. Whether or not he posted it to Tumblr determined on its length and amount of swear words. At least his roommates were both out today.
