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Castiel Novak was raised as a rich bitch. Raised to love himself only and sneer at all else. He was sick of that and not to mention the clothes he wore! Dress slacks, dress shirt, and tie. Blech.
But around fifteen, Castiel met Meg Masters. She had long brown hair tipped him blue and a sweet round face paired with a southern voice that held enough sugar to turn the healthiest person diabetic.
She wore tight clothes, a black leather jacket and wore combat boots on her feet. She had a few piercing in her face and hinted at having them elsewhere.
Castiel didn't want to find out. Not because she wasn't gorgeous. No, simply because Castiel didn't float his boat in her sea.
Slowly, Castiel began to morph. He colored his hair outrageous colors and wore tight black clothing to display the steadily increasing muscle tone as well as combat boots on his feet. He finally felt comfortable in his own skin.
Castiel's parents flipped out the first time he dyed his hair and at the first piercing and at the first tattoo.
He didn't care much. And neither did his three favorite siblings, Lucifer, Gabriel and Balthazar. In fact Lucifer always went with Castiel to get new ink or a new piercing.
No one gave Castiel shit, and he didn't give them any. Mutual respect.
Well, for the most part. There was always one group that gave Castiel a hard time, but he just rolled his eyes and turned up his music