~bloom~

chapter 1

"Good. I wanted to speak with you before you got there." Castiel raises his brows at that, confusion flittering over his features for a split second.

She pauses for a moment, the background of voices completely ceasing, before clearing her throat and beginning to speak.

"As you know, neither I or your father will be home until around Christmas time." She stops, looking down her nose at him. Castiel nods, confirming he heard her.

"So in the meantime Michael will be left in charge." She pauses again.

Castiel internally groans.

"That's not what I wanted to speak to you about." Castiel tilts his head, his lips pursing. His mother sighs, her eyes just as hard as ever.

"Castiel you are the youngest boy in the family. And I am worried about the control you have over yourself." She starts.

He holds back the urge to roll his eyes and shout at his mother.

"Mother, I can control myself. It has been over a year." He says, his voice just a tint angry.

"Castiel, listen to me." she snaps back, effectively shutting him up. He clenches his jaw as he watches his mom on screen.

"You are not in control. If I would have had a choice we wouldn't have even moved until I felt like you were ready. But we didn't have one, and you are not complete yet. Rules are rules, so we moved. Which is why I am talking to you now. You will tell Michael if you feel that you are losing control. If you feel weird at all, you will inform him and him only. You kids will be attending school in a few days and I can't have anything bad happening. We are in a new place and I will not have one of you blowing it up. We can not afford another mishap."

Castiel makes a face at the mention of school. He opens his mouth to protest, but thinks better of it and snaps it back shut again.

"Agreed?" She asks, her stare still boring into him through the phone.

He clenches his jaw, gripping his phone until his knuckles are white. This is insane, he can't go to school with all of those normal people. And he certainly doesn't want to be under Michael's orders. He can take care of himself for hell's sake.

"Castiel." She says sternly, her voice pulling him out of his mind.

"Yes. Agreed." He grinds out, looking back to his phone where his mother still stares through at him.

She tips back in her chair. "Good. Michael is already at the house. Your other siblings should be there soon, if not before you. Behave yourself, Castiel." She says, the call ending with a click.

A very small tendril of hurt courses through him when she doesn't say goodbye, but is quickly forgotten as rage overcomes him.

His screen goes black as he throws his phone onto the seat next to him. He growls in the back of his throat, his nostrils flared as he huffs out an angry breath. It's bad enough that they had to move away from home, but now he has to go to school to!? And on top of that his mother thinks he can't control himself? It has been a year, he is completely and utterly under control.

Folding his arms over his chest he glares out the window, watching as more houses pass by. The driver's eyes are visible in the rearview mirror as he looks over Castiel once more, a frown pulling at his own face.

....

Exactly ten minutes later the car slows, it's tires crunching over gravel as they eventually roll to a stop. The driver unbuckles his belt and get's out, his door closing with a soft snick behind him. Castiel scoops up his phone, shoving it back into his coat pocket. Then slowly opens up his own car door. He steps out onto the gravel, his shoes crunching as he straightens up. He attempts to fix his tie, and straighten his suit. The fabric is wrinkled from the long drive, in need of a wash and iron soon.