Supernatural: The Next Generation
It began to get dark and Castiel were trying to find somewhere to sleep for the night. He knew where to go by now and also not to stay for long in any place, otherwise they would find him again. It had been about a year since he ran away from the orphanage and he planned to stay away from it. They had not been nice there. He had been at that orphanage for about two years. Before that he had lived with an old priest and a couple of nuns in an old Catholic church. They had always told him he was special, but he had never fully understod what they had meant. At the orphanage they had called him a freak. The only thing he knew about his past before the church was that someone had just left him on one of the benches in the church with a letter telling them his name was Castiel, five years old and that he had no one that could take care of him. Now he was eleven and he prefered to not think about his past. Cas was about to walk past an alley when a tingling sensation made him stop and turn towards the dark narrow path. There was someone or something in there that he somehow sensed. He squinted and searched the shadowy alley.