So here it is, my first foray into the world of fan fiction. I'll try to update as frequently as possible, and I promise that whatever happens, I won't leave the story incomplete!

This fic contains trigger warnings for lots of things - for a full list of tags take a look on AO3, but it includes rape, dub con, drug use, an eating disorder, minor character death, terminal illness, self harm, depression, anxiety, suicide attempts and disturbing/mature themes. I'd suggest you only read this if you're not too sensitive to any of the tags - also, please bear in mind the 'M' rating which is 'Explicit' on AO3.

I'm over on tumblr at dark-renegade-angel, and AO3 under the same - just replace the dashes with underscores. With that said, I hope you enjoy 'Falling'. Please, leave me reviews. Feedback really motivates me. x

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013

Castiel rolled over, slamming his palm over the 'off' button on his alarm clock and glancing blearily at the unsympathetic display. It was 6:30AM, and today was his first day of Senior year.

"Shit."

He climbed mechanically out of bed, blinking through the temporary blindness that came from standing up too fast. When it cleared, Castiel fumbled for the prescription bottle lying on his bedside table. He twisted the cap off and dry swallowed one of the small green and white pills, before replacing the bottle and heading to the bathroom for a shower.

Stepping under the warm stream, he tried to suppress the dread he felt at the thought of returning to Lawrence High. Castiel wasn't unpopular; he had friends. But he wasn't exactly captain of the football team, either. He was just... there. His high school days were generally spent keeping his head down and focusing on getting his grades. Once he had those, he could leave Lawrence and never look back. 'Just one more year', he thought to himself longingly, reaching for the shampoo.

After as long a shower as he could justify, Castiel threw on the first outfit he could find in his wardrobe - an oversized navy blue sweater over a plain white dress shirt, and a pair of black skinny jeans. He pulled on his scuffed Dr Martens, grabbed his leather jacket and assessed himself in the mirror on the back of his door. Castiel ran a hand through his unruly black hair, sighing in exasperation when it refused to lie flat. Giving up, he grabbed his bag and left the room. To his relief, he found the rest of the house quiet, his siblings not yet awake. "Thank God," he muttered gratefully, slipping out the front door and climbing onto his bike. He kicked it into life, twisting the handlebars, and headed for school.

Castiel climbed off his bike, pocketing the keys and looking around the deserted parking lot. Since he'd skipped breakfast on his way out of the house, he'd arrived pretty early. Running a hand absent-mindedly through his hair, he consulted his schedule to see who he had for homeroom. He just hoped it wasn't -

"Shit," he cursed, for the second time that morning.

It was. Mr Adler. Castiel's heart sank at the inevitability of the situation. 'Typical. A whole year of that imperious bigot,' he thought bitterly, making his way to the classroom. Room 102 was empty, twenty minutes still remaining until the start of the lesson. Castiel made his way over to a desk beside the window, in the third row so as to maintain a careful distance from Mr Adler's desk. He slumped into the chair and gazed out across the playing fields, hoping his final year would pass quickly.

Notes: Adler - The surname Zachariah adopts in 4x17, 'It's a Terrible Life.'