The sun cascaded down in rivers as the rays of light illuminated a small town in Virginia. A boy slowly walked around the town, he had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a sharp nose.
He was tall and had an athletic build, the boy looked like he was sculpted in the image of God himself, he had a sneaky look which made him cute.
The boy marvelled at the place, as if he was seeing it for the first time, his eyes were pure and innocent, like that of a child.
The rustic architecture and the historical style gave the town a diverse look. But the boy didn't stop as he continued on his path.
After a while he appeared on the far edge of town, he stood in front of two huge pairs of black gates with gold highlights. His hands gripped the bar tight as he pushed himself over it, he landed quietly, without making a sound.
The boy walked through the pavement which connected the gate to the entrance of the building. He arrived in front of the tall, overbearing wooden door. As he tried to press the doorbell, only to find that it wasn't present.
"Huh" He let out a soft sigh before he snapped his fingers, causing a sharp noise to resound within the building.
Almost immediately hundreds of people crowded outside the building, holding weapons. "Oops." The boy muttered under his breath as he held his hands in the air.
"...."
The boy quickly resolved the confusion between him and the students as he sat with comfort in the Headmasters office. He was surrounded by three students, one with blonde hair, the other with black hair and the last one had rare auburn hair.
The boy looked around the room and asked curiously, "Why are so many people with us? Are they going to congratulate me on joining the school?"
The boy asked with innocent curiosity as Alaric rubbed his head. He looked at him with pity as he spoke in a slow voice, "No, they're here to decide whether you're telling the truth or not. They're witches, there's spells for everything."
The boy nodded pleasantly as Alaric began speaking, "What's your name?"
"My name is Castiel. I was born in Kansas, I'm a Capricorn and I'm a supernatural being." Castiel's voice was soft and warm, coupled with his innocent eyes made everyone have a small pang of delight.
"That's too much, but alright." He looked at the witches in an attempt to find the truth, as they sloy nodded. Seeing their actions, he turned his attention back onto Castiel.
"What Supernatural are you? Vampire? Werewolf? Witch? I suppose a witch because you were able to transmit that awful ringing spell in everyone's ears. Moreover how do you know of us?"
He uttered with slight panic, as he stared at the boy intently, awaiting for his answer. Castiel spoke with no hesitation, "I'm an Angel, an Angel of the Lord. I can't tell you how I know you, he promised me not to."
Alaric leaned in and spoke with deliberation, "Who told you?" Castiel stayed silent, causing Alaric to sigh in frustration.
"Don't worry Mr. Saltzman, they wouldn't hurt the school, in fact they would protect it." Alaric snorted at his innocence before quickly asking a doubt.
"You're an Angel? Like Angel's from the Bible?" He asked dubiety, Castiel nodded his head causing him to chuckle.
"I didn't expect an Angel to be so scrawny, and don't you guys have your own school or something? So why are you coming here." He said suspiciously as his gaze intensified.
"My true form would be about the size of your Burj Khalifa. We don't have an Angel school or anything, even if we did, most of the Angels died. No one would be there to teach me, there's only one or three left." His eyes dimmed as he spoke with increasing emotion.
"What about God, where is he? Why didn't he protect the Angels?! Who killed such powerful beings?!" He spoke warily, his tone had traces of concern in it.
It was well founded, the Angels were omnipotent beings in the Bible. If something could kill them, everyone needed to be on alert, what if one day the beings who killed the Angels set their sight on Vampires, Witches, Werewolves and the rest of the Supernatural.
His school would be the first they came for, he needed to find out who killed them and their weaknesses to better prepare himself and the school.
"I can't tell you that, and about God. He left, I don't know why but I heard he grew disappointed with his creations and left with sheer disappointment."
Alaric looked at him before breaking into a series of laugh, "Alright, alright now actually, what kind of supernatural are you?" He asked with renewed doubt causing Castiel to sigh.
He got up from his seat and turned to Alaric as he gestured for the witches to move away, he instantly flexed his back. A yellow light emanated from his body as his eyes turned yellow, on the wall a shadowy image of his wings were projected.
It was long but skeletal with a few feathers hanging here and there, as he continued showing his wings, some more feathers started falling down.
Castiel broke out into a fit of cough as he slightly buckled, the auburn haired girl came next to him and helped him up as he sat at his seat.
Alaric quickly broke out of his stupor as he looked at Castiel with surprise, "I thought….. I thought God doesn't exist, otherwise why would he let the Supernatural exist."
Castiel looked at him with a gentle smile, "Have faith Mr. Alaric, and also read the Bible." He said the last part in a gruff voice.
"Sorry, I always wanted to say that." He waved his hands slightly and spoke apologetically.
Alaric waved his apology and looked at him deeply, "How old are you?" He asked with doubt as Castiel smiled.
"I'm seventeen, in a few months I'll turn eighteen." His words caused Alaric to look at him suspiciously, "Tell the truth."
Castiel's face contorted into awe, "I am telling the truth! I'm not just any Angel, but a Nephilim, I was born sixteen years ago!"
"Alright, alright." Alaric calmed him down,
He looked at Josie, Lizzie and Hope for confirmation and seeing them nod turned back to face Castiel. "Fine, you can enroll at our school."
Castiel's eyes widened with surprise, "Really?!" Alaric nodded as he took out a computer from his drawer.
Alaric's eyes darted to Hope, "Hope, take him on a tour of the school."
His voice was low but contained authority, Hope—the auburn haired girl nodded.