This is a A Cinderella Story AU, in which Castiel is the dinerboy and Dean the popular jock. Hope you like it so far.

A Heavenly Story

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful little angel amidst the clouds of Heaven. He had unruly black hair, the littlest black wings and the eyes that were the epitome of the sky. The angel's name was Castiel. Castiel spent his time jumping from cloud to cloud, and flying away his time.

Or at least, that's the way my father viewed me.

The way I see it, once upon a time, there lived a nervous wreck of a boy amidst the hicks of Kansas. He had dirty black hair, and the eyes of an owl. He spent his time rolling in the dirt and reading comics.

My name is Castiel.

Yeah, yeah I know, weird name. Well, weird doesn't even begin to cover it. But as you can see my father held a fascination for angels. I was born on a Thursday, hence my name is Castiel, the angel of Thursday.

Growing up with my father was pretty awesome. I never really remembered my mom, so I didn't feel like I was missing out on something. He was my best friend, and I was his. I remember playing baseball with him, flying kites. I remember late nights at the diner, watching him and Gabe, Ellen, and Balthazar working. We were like a family. I remember watching scary movies, reading stories. I remember a particular story.

Cinderella I think it was called. I don't really remember why I liked it so much. I didn't have much to identify with it. Well, not then at least. All I know is, it was my favorite story, and dad never got tired of reading it to me. And even if he did, he kept it a secret, he was nice like that. So one day, after he finishes reading the story for about the hundredth time, I ask him this.

-"Dad, do wishes come true?"- I remember spitting a lot while talking, in my early years. Especially with those gaps between my teeth. That wasn't pretty.

-"Well, if you work hard for them, they just might."- He answered and smiled at me, all sun and warm.

-"Do you have any wishes?"- I asked, my childish innocence gleaming through.

-"Yes, I do actually. I wish that, you will grow up, get good grades and go to college."-He said in a very fatherly way.

-"Where do princes go, daddy?"- I asked, my mind constantly wandering around, catching on whatever I was thinking in my little brain at the moment.

-"Ah, they, um, they go to Princeton!"- He fumbled for his words, though making a clever assumption.

-"Daddy, can't a prince save another prince and live happily ever after, together?"- I asked out of the blue, speaking unsurely. My dad only smiled, as warm as ever.

-"Sure they can, in fact they can even go to Princeton together after."- He grinned happily, and I grinned back. He then tickled me, and lulled me to sleep.

And then there was the earthquake. You never really forget something like that, but you try to stop remembering it. It's kinda like a weird limbo. I lost my best friend that day. I think that's the point where I stopped smiling. And I don't mean I stopped stretching my lips, I still do that, but I mean I never really felt a smile settling freely on my face.

Since that day I started living with my uncle, Luke. I prefer to call him by his real name, though I would never dare to speak it out loud.

Lucifer. He truly is the devil, at least in my experience.

And let's not forget his two lovely daughters, Meg and Ruby. They're twins, which only reinforces my theory that at birth they shared one brain, and they had to split it in half so they both have one half of brain. It helps me keep my remarks to myself, knowing that they cannot help their stupidity, they were born that way.

Apparently my father never left a will, which meant that all of his belongings, the house, car, diner and everything in between went to his brother, Lucifer. And how convenient was it for them! They just got thrown out of their one bedroom apartment and settled right in. They moved me in the closet, upstairs, with the excuse that 'little girls need room to grow'. Soon, Lucifer took over the entire diner, turning it into a hell of his own craftsmanship. I couldn't feel the love in the place anymore. All that it was, was a workplace.

Although, many years went by, and now, I am 17 years old, about to graduate still sporting the mussed hair, though with slight changes in my body. I seem to have grown much like the space I was growing in. I grew slightly short, all knobby knees, bones and pale skin. Much like the crammed and dark little closet room. Though I seem to have spurted an early beard growth, which I cannot really bother to control, so I just leave it to stubble.

And this is my fairy tale.

-"Cas."-

-"Cas!"-

-"Cas!"- A booming sound.

Castiel quickly staggered up, surprising himself from his sleep. He fell asleep again at the desk, always with the homework and the research. He quickly snatched his glasses, placing them over his eyes. Just as another jolt of yelling was about to erupt, he quickly turned the little intercom on.

-"Yes, uncle?"- He slurred through his sleep dazed state.

-"It's breakfast time. So prepare it for me."- He demanded, speaking as if it was so obvious.

-"Yes, sure."- Castiel dismissed him and turned him off, taking a minute to rub at his sleep ridden eyes. It was a day to add to his age, and nothing more. Get walked on by Lucifer, work at the diner, school, work at the diner, study, sleep and repeat. Although there was a little something something, that helped him get through it all. A certain U.. With that thought in mind he quickly turned on his computer, logging onto chat. As soon as he did, the chat box opened.

U. N. Owen: hey :)

U. N. Owen: been wonderin when youd wake up

Castiel smiled, a rare honest smile. He quickly typed back.

Angelboy: Been wondering when you'd text me.

Angelboy: How are you?

U. N. Owen: borderline fine

U. N. Owen: and u?

Angelboy: Okay, sleepy.

U. N. Owen: Used to ramble through the park

Shadowboxing in the dark

Then you came and caused a spark

U. N. Owen: :)

Castiel chuckled quietly, pleasantly surprised from the lyrics on screen. He sent Owen a track yesterday, "I'm begging to see the light" by Duke Ellington. It was a soulful kind of jazz song. Owen seemed to like the songs Castiel listened to, even though they were out of his comfort zone. In return, Castiel received enough Led Zeppelin and AC/DC tracks to keep him entertained.

Angelboy: Hah, do you like it?

U. N. Owen: been listenin to it all morning

U. N. Owen: reminds me of you

Angelboy: Yeah?

U. N. Owen: yeah

U. N. Owen: you think Ill ever get to meet my angel? :) :P

-"CASTIEL YOU GET DOWN THIS INSTANCE!"- His uncle's thunderous voice came this time somewhere down his stairs.

Castiel dreaded this moment and quickly bent to reply to his Unknown.

Angelboy: Sorry I gotta go.

Angelboy: Bye, sorry.

And he quickly logged off, just as his uncle's footsteps came to a halt at his door. He opened the door with a bang, a look of fury on his face.

-"Where is my breakfast, Castiel?"- He spoke with silent threat in his voice.

-"I was just going down to make it."- Castiel replied calmly, getting slowly up from his chair.

Lucifer switched his gaze between Castiel and the computer, frowning.

-"Ya know, I think this computer might be sidetracking you from your duties."- He spoke with dismay.

-"All my grades are straight A's, Luke."- Castiel told him in a confused manner. He grabbed himself a small sweater, which sleeves were pulling up on his arms, and sometimes raised over his stomach, exposing his hip bones. It remained from when he was younger, hence his uncle didn't want to spend money on him. 'He still had a lot of growing to do, to outgrow his clothes.' Sure. Whatever.

-"Yes, but your straight A's aren't gonna cook me food."- He said lowering his stance so he was within eye level with Castiel, speaking slowly and matter-of-factly.

-"Now get."- He almost growled to his face, before turning back to the door, leaving him.

Castiel sighed in a tired manner. 'Just a couple of more months Castiel, just a couple of more months and you're done.' He repeated his little mantra in his head, while he made his way downstairs to start preparing the breakfast of doom.

-/-

Castiel raided the lone tables of leftover food, glasses, plates, anything he could carry back to the dishwasher without making anything clatter to the floor and brake. He swiftly cleansed a table, when Gabriel came to hoover above him. Gabriel was the closest thing he had to a father, after all those years. Although, he always gave him a hard time for following Lucifer's orders.

-"Don't you need to be in school, boy?"- He asked Castiel, as if scolding him.

-"I do infact, but Luke said that school was for smart people and people who want to get a job, and apparently I already have a job so no use going back there."- He huffed exasperated, quoting Lucifer's words of wisdom.

-"You do know that Luke is full of shit, right? "- Gabriel asked, as if it was obvious.

-"Yes, I know. I'll be leaving soon, just, let me finish here."- Castiel replied in a hurry.

-"No, you're leaving, now."- Gabriel said in a stern voice.

-"Gabe-" But, he was cut off.

-"No boy, your father would want you in school. Now get."- Gabriel spoke determined but soft.

Castiel looked at him searchingly, and nodded slowly, jogging his way back to the house to grab his bag.

-/-

Moments later he honked in front of the Wesson's driveway. Sam's father was cleaning his precious BMW. His dad turned his way and smiled, waving his hand at him. Castiel politely waved back. He liked the Wessons, they were always nice and polite to him. Their son, Sam was his best and only friend from high school.

And there he was walking towards him with a grin on his handsome face. Sam was particularly tall, with long messy hair and a gangly frame. Most of the girls liked him, though they dismissed him quickly because he usually sidetracked out of conversation quickly. Like, you could be talking about donuts, and suddenly he'd start talking to you about a donut making company in Austria that were in fact a meth lab undercover and how'd the police took years to find and stop them. And then he'd go on about 'the signs' they should have followed, the hints they were given, how the sugared powder on the donuts should have been investigated... He wanted to go to law school really bad. Oh, and he loved the police shows, no matter how 'unrealistic' they were.

-"Hey, dude."- Sam greeted as he slid in next to him. He immediately turned his attention to the papers in his lap.

-"Hello, Sam. What is it with the papers?"- Castiel asked as he started up the little beat down car.

-"Ah, I just found some college level attorney exercise on the web. They just give you a little case, and you're supposed to make a defense and attack."- Sam spoke as he mussed through the papers.

-"And how is that working out for you?"- Castiel prompted. Sam always bothered with the silliest things. He knew Sam was gonna get in Stanford, gonna get a full ride, get a degree and be the best lawyer ever. He didn't need to test himself so much.

-"Not so well, actually. For every attack I think of, I make a better defense. For every defense, I make a better attack. I can't find a middle. I can't find an end. It's frustrating, man."- Sam huffed exasperated.

-"I'm sure you'll do excellent. Isn't it best if a lawyer struggles with himself, meaning that he still seeks justice and not just money?"- Castiel challenged.

Sam finally turned his way with a bright smile.

-"You always know what to say, Cas."- His grin widened, and just as suddenly faltered.

-"Wow, dude, you look pretty bad. Late night?"-Sam asked in a worried manner.

-"I had to mop the floors at the diner..."- Castiel looked away embarrassed.

-"You don't have, to do anything, Cas."- Sam offered quietly, looking at Castiel with what he called, 'the puppy dog' look.

Castiel switched his gaze to him, to respond. And just as suddenly-

-"HOOOOOOOOONK!"-

Castiel startled the car into a forced stop, his glasses slithering down his nose. Just as he was going to park the car, the "hell on heels" took their spot.

They giggled as they skipped out of the car, with forced ease. Castiel always thought they tried too hard. Women were naturally graceful, they didn't need to over do it.

-"Ooops!"- Lisa exclaimed, while the remark was followed by the laughter from Jo and Anna.

They were the three "it" girls, in their high school. They were what everyone wanted to have and what everyone wanted to be. Although Castiel didn't belong in that group, he often wished for a simpler life. But his wishes didn't involve wearing designer clothes and being head cheerleader.

Sam huffed beside him.

-"There's a spot over there."-

Just as Castiel turned the car over to park, another car swayed into their place. This one was a '67 Chevrolet Impala.

Out came Adam and Andy followed by their loud booming noises of laughter. Their voices disturbed him more than the girls. See, their voices were just going through mutation, so they sounded too offbeat, like their masculinity was trying to break through but the little whiny sound wouldn't let go. And Castiel was no one to talk about weird voice mutation. After his puberty changes he was left with this raspy growl of a voice. As a consequence, his gym teacher often harassed him about smoking cigarettes, though he never did. Well, he did, but, you know it's not the smoking that made his voice like that. Ok, maybe it was, a little. I mean Sam often scolded him for being a chimney.

And then, out of the long, sleek, black car came out Dean. Dean Winchester, with his blond, crew cut, tight, black shirt and ratty, old jeans. Dean and Castiel pretty much carried themselves the same way. Castiel wore old, too small, too tight clothes with holes in his jeans and Dean did the same, though apparently his were "fashionably" old. What is that? There's no such thing as fashionably old. It's either old, or fashionable. Though he suspected it had more to do with Dean himself rather than his clothing. Dean and his two sidekicks were the main guys in the school. They played in the football team, the baseball team, Dean even ran in the track team. They were the center of every party, every game, every school event. Castiel didn't hate them. He found he was unable to hate, and he believed that no child could hate. But he deeply, deeply resented them. While Andy and Adam laughed their asses off, Dean didn't even glance their way. Their laughter was soon joined in by Lisa, Jo and Anna.

Sam huffed, much in the same exasperated manner as before.

-"I just wish I could talk to her, you know."- Sam spoke somewhat sad and lost.

-"Excuse me?"- Castiel asked confused. He wasn't going about that again, was he?

-"Lisa."-

Yeah, he was.

-"I just, wish she'd give me a chance, you know? Just, let me prove to her that I'm not that bad. I mean Dean doesn't even acknowledge her half the time. He just, stares off when she's talking to him."- Sam spoke frustrated.

-"You would seriously consider hanging out with them, let alone be romantically involved with one of their kind?"- Castiel prompted.

-"Yeah, I mean, why not, maybe if they, just saw that we're cool, we could."- Sam looked up at him hopefully.

-"Losers park out back, at the dumpsters!"- Anna was quick to spite them.

-"Probably the same place this piece of trash belongs."- Andy chimed in. All of them erupted in laughter, except Dean. Castiel just glared at them until his eyes caught Dean's and lingered. Everyone usually shied away under the intensity of his gaze. But not Dean. He stared right back. Though, his eyes were not threatening, nor malicious. He seemed very, unaffected.

-"Quit ogling my boyfriend, dinerboy."- Lisa barked viciously, tugging Dean by his arm further and away from them.

Now it was Castiel's turn to huff.

-"You still want to hang out with them?"- Castiel asked frustrated.

Sam squirmed in his seat, obviously embarrassed.

-"Maybe some other day..."- He trailed off lamely.

So tell me should I continue, should I not, how does it seem so far? Reviews are highly appreciated.