Sam could already feel the panic rise and he had yet to step out of the car. He simply stared at the building and its large grass spots with agony. When he didn't move, Dean asked him whether or not he wanted him to come with in. At his suggestion Sam quickly shook his head, he knew he was going to be seen as the freak and he didn't want yet another rumor to follow him around. So to ensure his brother he was going to be fine, he stepped out of the car with a somewhat confident aura. Dean knew he was pretending, but as his favorite sayings was: Fake it till you make it. Dean himself left to go and figure out how to pass the upcoming time in school.

Sam walked towards the building, it was majestic looking and had a combination of wood and stone which looked beautiful – almost like a castle. It was two stories tall and the large windows offered sight over the school's property, but one could easily see through them and inside. Flowers of all kinds grew everywhere, yet it all seemed perfectly organized. He carefully avoided them as he crossed the grass, heading towards the entrance. The door was quite large; they could practically get an elephant inside without any trouble.

Naturally people stared at him as he entered. He was the new guy, the quite tall new guy. Immediately people started whispering, probably spreading lies and rumors. Rumors about him taking drugs to achieve his tall and muscular frame, lies about how they had had a friend who knew about him and said that he was a hopeless case – a freak. They were probably spreading rumors about how worthless he was, how pathetic. Sam's thought's spun on. They probably knew that he was slicing his wrists open whenever he couldn't handle the feelings or the thoughts he had. They probably already knew about... "Hello, my name is Castiel. I presume you are the new boy, Samuel, is it?" Sam cautiously nodded and studied the boy in front of him. He was taller than most, yet shorter than himself. He had a not so muscular body, extremely blue eyes and dark brown hair. His eyes were somewhat uncomfortable looking into, so Sam lowered his gaze to the white and dark blue floor. This Castiel guy didn't seem particularly comfortable in the whole social situation, so Sam decided to get some help from the only guy who didn't seem to be judging him at the time. "Hey, can you show me where I can get my schedule?" Castiel shot him a thankful look and waved his hand in a motion for Sam to tag along.

Castiel didn't try to make any attempts at small talk, knowing it would only end in a disaster. But Sam seemed not to mind. He appreciated that. As they were closing in on the information office, he noticed Sam was slacking behind. He stopped, waiting for Sam to catch up with him. He seemed alright, but so did everyone in the beginning, until they found out he was gay. Of course he didn't need to tell Sam now, did he? No he was going to keep his secret to himself for a while, at least until he got to know the quiet, tall boy.

"We are here." Castiel announced. Sam mumbled a quiet thank you, but he wasn't sure if Castiel had heard him. However, when he glanced up at him he could see him smiling at him. He wasn't sure why Castiel was so kind to him, was so that he could be one of the bullies? One of those who would beat him up because of his uselessness? He hoped not, he hoped that Castiel would stay nice to him. Castiel gave him a little nudge in the direction of the office. "I can wait for you if you'd like." Castiel offered. Sam's head shot up and he smiled at him. "Would you really do that for me?" Sam's voice was a bit unsteady, unaccustomed to any form of kindness from anyone except his brother. "Of course!" Another smile. Sam nodded and left his helper out in the corridor, again wondering why Castiel was so nice.

He entered the room and instantly felt welcome. It was warm and cozy, it even had old oil paintings hung up on the crème colored walls. "Hello, are you Samuel Winchester?" His head snapped in the direction of the kind voice and he immediately found her comfortable to be around. She was quite aged, but she had beauty. She was tall and her white hair looked like a crown on her. As he came closer to her he could see the fainted freckles she had along with clear green eyes. Her soft looking face reminded him of a mother he had never had. He then remembered the question and answered as he fidgeted. "Yes I am." When he didn't elaborate his answer she simply smiled and handed him his timetable. "I assume you didn't find your way back here without help from someone, ask if he or she can help you find your classes." Sam shyly smiled and bowed lightly. He went for the door and quickly rushed to his newfound friend's side as he got out.

As soon as Samuel had gone in to the office to collect his schedule, they came. The ones who always beat him up because of the fact that he preferred boys instead of girls. As soon as Gabriel had learned, he made Castiel take some defense classes to be able to defend himself. Yet he didn't feel as safe as he should feel. These guys were bigger and taller, not to mention the fact that they were seven, and they all had some form of martial arts training. Castiel felt as if he was going to throw up, because he knew what they were going to do. The first blows hit his stomach and then they went upwards. He tried to protect his head, but only succeeded in doing so for a few seconds. He thought the hits were hammering down hard on him, but when he stepped forward, it only took one hit for him to fall into unconsciousness.

Castiel looked like shit, his face as well as his clothing was bloody. Sam had seen Dean and their dad return home bearing those marks. Someone had beaten him up while he waited for Sam. Now that was on Sam, if he hadn't said okay to Castiel's offer to stay, he wouldn't have laid there now, beaten to pieces. Stop staring, do something you worthless piece of shit! His mind yelled at him. He shook his head and bent down to pick him up. He wasn't particularly heavy, but because of his unconsciousness he wasn't easy to carry. He looked for anything that pointed to the nurses' offices and found arrows showing him the right direction.

When he got there, Castiel had woken up and he didn't remember much. Sam told him all he knew to see if it triggered any memory in him as he supported him by holding him on his side. But the only thing that was triggered in Castiel was the feeling of gratitude. He hadn't had a friend who cared about him enough to take him to the nurses after an up beating. Castiel felt warm inside, not as he felt when he was in love with someone, no. It felt nice having someone taking care of him. "So how come you're not freaked out by this?" Castiel asked with genuine interest. Sam waited a minute before answering. "My big brother, Dean, and my father sometimes come home with a broken nose or a bruised eye." Sam didn't look at him while answering, so Castiel assumed family was a sensitive subject for him. "How old is, your brother?" Castiel asked. Changing subject for both of their sakes, he wasn't a fan of the subject either. "He's twenty, soon to be twenty-one." Castiel smiled as he replied. "I guess he is going to the collage right next to this place. My older brother, Gabriel does too." He added as he saw Sam nod.

When they arrived to the wing where the nurses were, they rushed to his side to help him. Sam let Castiel go as soon as he was sure they had him. "I'll wait here." He said as Castiel was brought into the room. So he did wait, uncertain of what else to do. Thirty minutes later Sam heard the doors open and Castiel came walking out the doors with a bottle in his hand.

Sam rose to his feet as soon as he stepped outside. It was nice knowing someone had stayed to wait for him as well as getting him to the nurses' office. He reached out a hand to thank him and Sam was careful not to shake his hand too hard, knowing that he might be bruised somewhere. As he extended his hand, Castiel noticed seven perfectly straight scars over Sam's wrist. He didn't say anything, since he knew it could upset him more than necessary. The nurse who hadn't left didn't think that far though. "Did you hurt yourself as well, sweetheart?" The nurse asked as she walked to them. "Uh, no. Yes, I mean no." Castiel could see the panic that rose in Sam's eyes. The boy was scared that anyone would find out about it, Castiel presumed. One of his brothers had done the same thing and he had become furious when others found out. Sam then yanked his arm out of the nurse's hand, with more power than Castiel had thought the boy had. Sam started to run in panic, he had no idea where he was headed, but he found a stair which he used. He then continued running into the out-of-order bathroom.

He chose a door on random, he didn't care whether or not someone saw him, he had to hide. He had almost ruined it, on the first day! It was a bathroom he had chosen and he immediately saw that it was abandoned. He was happy about the fact that no one would be able to listen to him when his panic was beginning to get loud. He looked at himself in one of the mirrors on the left side and he hated what he saw. He was too tall, too skinny and muscular at the same time. His eyes were red because of the lack of sleep he had recently had. His anger was an easy go-to emotion when he felt panic and he therefor crashed his fist into the mirror, making it shatter into many and sharp pieces. He picked one up and studied it; it was sharp enough to be able to cut his skin open, and he did. Three times on each arm. Then the thought hit him, what would Dean think? He ran into one of the stalls and sat down, hugging himself tightly. His leg started bouncing and it was something he did when he was nervous and he had done for years. He could feel the blood trickling down his right arm, but ignored it. All he could think about was how disappointed Dean would be when he got to see the fresh scars on his arm. He had promised him not to do anything like that. Maybe he hadn't said the promise out loud, but it still meant a lot and the guilt was overwhelming. He could suddenly hear the door to the room was opened. Someone was humming on a joyful tune, but abruptly stopped as this someone reached his door.