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Stranger: ((AU Cop!Castiel, Murderer!Dean)) The winter streets were cold as fuck, and Castiel decided that he hated the Boss for giving him this job. The past two months, someone had been targeting male prostitutes on the streets and killing them in cold blood. Castiel, being a cop, was assigned to pose as a prostitute to try and catch whoever the killer was. This case hit home with Castiel. He'd lived on the streets as a kid, with Gabriel taking care of him, making sure Castiel was safe and protected. His brother had put him through school, made sure Castiel got a good education growing up. So, when this killer began targeting homeless, naive boys on the street, he took the case personally. Even in Illinois, the winter was cold as ever. He was dressed in a loose pair of pants that hung low, showing off his hips. His gun was tucked safely away in the leg of his pants. The shirt was a bit too tight, low cut to show off some of his collar bone. Balthazar had picked everything out for the job, even messing up Castiel's hair into a 'sexy bed head' look as his fellow officer put it, and even adding eyeliner to make his eyes pop out. He'd been working the streets for a few days, getting more than enough offers, but none of them turned out to be the killer. After all, when Castiel would charge the people that propositioned him, they all checked out to be normal members of the town. It was his fourth day working the street, and he leaned against the wall, pulling the jacket close and looking around the street.
You: Give me a minute to read :3
Stranger: ((Okay!))
You: It was a nice dark night, the air seeming to freeze anything it came into contact with. There were hardly any cars driving in the streets, the occasional person walking by. A very nice night for what Dean had in mind. He'd been scouring the streets for someone to have a "bit of fun" with. A wry smirk crossed his face as he thought of those helpless prostitutes he'd had the pleasure of slicing open. He remembered the screams and yowls for help as he fucked them mercilessly while cutting their soft flesh. Dean had been doing this for a bit over two months when he bought his first male prostitute and gotten a little too rough with him. He hadn't meant to kill the poor boy.... Only realizing later that it felt so wonderful. He had had sex before, but never had he felt that power. Strangling that first one had made him so turned on and hungering for more, yet strangely satisfied. Until he felt the urge to keep doing it. God, to have that strength in his hands, to feel the life draining from his victims. He shivered with delight as he reminisced. The urge had come back again tonight, even though he had just killed one a few days ago. He had soft blonde hair and brown eyes, so cute... Until he removed them from his skull. ((Oh my god I'm sooo sorry, I sound like a complete psychopath... Please don't think I'm insane XD)) He continued walking, giving fond looks to some of the men on the street. He always chose a different road when he searched for victim, so no one recognized him. Suddenly, down at the end of the corner, he saw the perfect man. Tight shirt, sexy ass, great stubble... "He'd look beautiful under me, begging for mercy..." Dean thought, smirking and waltzing over to see if he was selling. ((Again, I'm so sorry, please don't run away.................. o///o))
Stranger: ((It's completely fine! I freaking love dark Rp's like this, so don't hold out on me! I loved your reply!))
You: ((X3 Thanks, you seem like you're going to be a fun person to RP with!))
Stranger: ((You do too!))
Stranger: Balthazar was lucky, Castiel thought, knowing that his friend was at the station, most likely having a nice cup of coffee right now. He'd do anything for some coffee, but he had to stay out here for as long as it took. His orders were rather simple; anyone who tried to proposition him for sex, Castiel would arrest them and call Balthazar, who would come down and do a background check on them. So far, he's been propositioned by a state attorney, a local butcher, and a few other people around town that came up with a clean background and alibis for the other murders. They all got away with a slap on the wrist, though a few had to be arrested for a few other things. It was freezing outside, and he pulled the jacket closer, wishing he had more clothes. The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and Castiel turned to see a man walking towards him. The man was attractive, more so than any of the other 'clients' today, with amazing green eyes, a strong jaw, and he could see some muscles underneath that shirt. He leaned against the wall, putting on his best smile as the man approached, not holding back in checking him out. "You lost?" Castiel asked, intentionally making his voice deeper like Balthazar told him to do to attract 'clients'.
You: Dean noticed the man lean back against the wall, which made him look sexier than he had before. You could see more of his throat. Dean gave an innocent smile, coupled with warm eyes that gave him a certain delicate and trustworthy look. "Actually, I am a bit lost..." He leaned close to the man, noticing how brilliantly blue his eyes were. "In those gorgeous eyes of yours." Dean placed his hand onto the wall behind the man. He grabbed the mans chin and lifted his face up to make him look up at Dean. "What are you offering?" He looked the guy up and down, licking his lips as he took a wild guess at what was underneath his shirt. Taking a look down at the mans pants, he could tell that this guy would be great in bed. 'Wonder what his screams will sound like..."
Stranger: "Depends on what you want," Castiel breathed, looking up into those eyes, surprised by how green they were. They were breathtakingly beautiful, and he suddenly wished he didn't have to arrest the guy for propositioning him, but measures had to be taken. Orders were orders, and he wanted to get whoever was killing those boys off of the streets. The way the man was looking at him reminded him of the way a lion looked at it's prey, and a visible shiver ran down his spine as he tried pushing the thought from his head. His eyes widened with the perfect picture of innocence and naivety, something that he knew drew these 'clients' in like bees to honey. The guys he'd met seemed to love it if they thought he was as innocent and naive as the others. Castiel made a show of leaning against the man's hand, as if trying to get more contact. "So, what are you looking for?"
You: Dean noticed the man shiver and his smile grew even wider. None of the other boys had seemed so excited, it was just routine for them. This guy seemed fresh and new, and his body gave just gave off the need to fuck. "A hot piece of ass." He gave him another once-over, lingering on his legs before staring back at his eyes. "You look like you'll work." Dean said in a low, gruff voice as he reached his other hand around the man to grab his ass. He wanted to see what he was in for. He groped the mans ass for a moment and pulled the man into his chest until they were pressed close together. He felt his own breathing quicken, there was definitely something different about this one.
Stranger: The man got straight to the point, that was for sure. Castiel gasped when the guy grabbed his ass and pulled him close, though he should be use to it by now. A lot of people had grabbed his ass today, but not like this. This felt possessive and primal, like a raw need was coming from the man. He had more than enough to book the guy, that was for sure. "I.. I see," He murmured, feeling his cheeks heat up as he pulled back just a bit, enough to look up at the man through his lashes. "I have something for you first." Castiel put on an innocent smile as he reached into his jacket, his hands curling around his badge. He pulled it out, flashing it to the man, the smile disappearing. "Please remove your hands, and put them where I can see them." Castiel ordered, slipping out of the facade, his other hand already reaching for the cuffs that were hidden within his jacket as well, pulling them out. Most people tried to run at this point, and it was easier this way.
You: Dean had been a little surprised by that soft blush, making him give an actual smile for a moment, until... something came shimmering into the air. Dean's face contorted into a sort of grimacing smile. 'Fuck... A damn cop!' He thought as the badge glinted in his face. He saw the man reaching for something else in his other pocket... 'Handcuffs?' A thought flashed through his head. He swiftly used his hand, that the man had failed to remove from his ass, and grabbed the cop's shoulder as he attempted to spin him around and snatch the hand cuffs. Dean quickly went to slap the cuffs on the guys wrists, pressing against him and attempting to force him against the wall. ((Hope I didn't just god-mod, I feel like I did :C I'm sorry..))
Stranger: ((No, it's completely fine! I don't mind at all!))
Stranger: Castiel was expecting to hear a sob story from the guy, or another line of 'I didn't mean it officer!' like he'd heard all day. The badge dropped from his hands and fell to the ground when the man, instead of backing away like Castiel expected, turned him around pressed him against the wall instead. It didn't register until the cuffs slapped on his wrists, and then Castiel was thrashing against the wall, trying to push away. Either this guy was the one they were looking for, or he was just fucking insane for doing this. "Get.. off of me!" Castiel growled out, turning his head to glare back at the other as he kept trying to push against the other, and away from the cold brick wall.
You: Dean leaned in with a cold smile, his eyes as hard as ice. "Now, why would I do that? You look cuter when you can't do anything about what I'm going to do to you..." He pressed close against the man, in hopes to stop his struggling by constricting what little freedom he had. Dean pulled the mans head back by his hair, getting a better look at his throat. "Why is someone as pretty as you wasting their time on the streets? Looking for that killer that's been roaming around?" Dean gave a dark laugh and let go of his captive's hair. He lowered his head, his eyes darkening as a shadow seemed to cover his face. "Were you looking for me?" His voice was rough, a hint of anger boiling over. He lifted the cuffs higher up the cop's back, immobilizing him even more.
Stranger: Castiel tensed beneath the man, feeling his body being pressed harder against the wall, the brick scraping against his stubbled cheek. He gave a sound of surprise when his head was pulled back, the position making him arch his back. That laugh send a shiver down his spine, and not one of pleasure like before. "It's.. my job," He gritted out, resting his forehead against the wall, realizing that this was the guy they'd been after. The feeling of the cuffs being lifted up his arms made him groan, and he realized just how bad the situation was. He couldn't move, and he was pressed against a wall by a murderer. "Do you really want to add a cop to your list of victims? You'll be hunted even more. They won't stop when they find my body." He stated, already having a feeling that he was going to end up just like the other boys. Beaten, raped and tortured, just like the others. It would probably be worse since he was a cop, and the thought sent another shiver down his spine.
Stranger: ((Just adding this so it won't disconnect us.))
You: "You should really stop talking like that, you're only turning me on." Dean grinned maliciously as he thought of adding this guy to his "List" as he had referred to it. "You really aren't like the rest, are you? The other ones had just practically given it up. At least you pretend like you've got a chance." He laughed again, imagining the whole big 'Police Chase' fiasco. They'd been looking for him for a while, yet even after all of these murders, none had come close to tracking him down. He was surprised that they even caught this lead. ((Sorry, I'm not meaning to take so long :C))
Stranger: "I knew the risks of taking this job," Castiel said, looking back up at the man. "I know what you do to those boys. Rape them, torture them before killing them. I knew there was a risk when I took this job, that I'd eventually run into you. But let me get this through your disgusting head," He growled lowly, jerking against him, still not willing to give up. "No matter what you do to me, I will fight. Until my last breath, I'll fight against you. I won't give in, and I won't break to you." He promised, twisting in the man's arms as if to prove his point. "I will find a way to escape you."
Stranger: ((It's fine! Omegle just has a bad habit of disconnecting at the worst of times.))
You: "Damn, you're a feisty little bastard aren't you!" Dean growled as his victim struggled. He smiled and grabbed onto the cuffs with one hand and had his jacket off in one swift movement before draping it over the man's shoulders to cover the hand-cuffs. Dean pulled the cop off of the wall and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "Let's go somewhere a bit more private, shall we?" Dean whispered as he pulled him close, pressing a knife to the side of his neck under the collar of the jacket. Dean scratched at the stubble with the sharp blade, flashing it a little so the man could see it. Luckily there weren't any people around, none that cared anyway. Dean walked forward, pulling the man along until they turned a corner into a dark alleyway. He suddenly grabbed the man roughly and walked over to a large black car. It was a very nice car, but it's purpose was solely for evil, and always hidden in the darkness. Dean whipped open the trunk of the old car and spun the man around to face him. "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight." He smiled and pushed the man against the car, the bumper pressing into his knees and knocking him on his ass in the trunk. "And who knows, I might let you live for a little while." Dean gave a vicious, toothy smile and looked down at his new victim.
Stranger: Castiel couldn't help but wander if any of the others before him fought like he was right now. When he felt the leather jacket drape over his shoulders, he felt confused for a moment, but found himself relaxing a bit at the warmth. When he was pulled against the man's chest, and he felt a blade against his throat, Castiel reluctantly followed the man, tilting his head back to ease the pressure of the knife on his throat. It was a warning, one that he read into easily. There wasn't anyone around, and yelling for help would be useless, so he stayed silent as he walked with the other man. The sudden roughness surprised him, and he felt his stomach drop when he saw the car. Castiel felt both embarrassed and annoyed at how easily he was being manhandled, and he fell back into the trunk awkwardly, landing on his side. "You.. You can't do this!" Castiel snapped, awkwardly trying to reach with his cuffed arms to grab his gun, which was still strapped to the inside of his thigh. His reach was just a few inches off, and he spread his legs to try and reach it. "Let me out! You're making a mistake if you think you can get away with this!" He yelled, still trying to reach for his gun in a useless hope of grabbing it.
You: Dean laughed as the man began struggling. "It seems that I can do this. After all, I know they'll never find me." He winked at the man as he tried to wrestle himself free in the trunk. "Hell, I even left your badge, I've got so much faith that they won't find me! This'll be really interesting, never had a cop before." Dean couldn't help but lick his lips again as he thought of what this lovely bastard would look like tied up in his basement. "We'll be having some fun real soon... If you need anything, please, don't hesitate to ask. The trunk is totally sound proof." Dean started to slam the trunk shut to head towards the drivers seat and start the car.
Stranger: Castiel glared up at the man, but quickly moved his legs out of the way when he closed the trunk. He didn't want to end up with a broken leg, though he was sure he would probably end up getting worse. Curled up in the trunk, he realized he couldn't reach his gun, and the keys to the cuffs were in the front pocket of his jacket. He wouldn't be getting out unless the guy let him out. It didn't mean he wouldn't stop trying though. Even when the car started, Castiel began yelling and kicking at the trunk with his feet, tried feeling around for something he could use to pick the cuffs with. When he found nothing, he tried to at least get comfortable, deciding instead to save his energy for later, seeing as he would need it.
You: Dean grinned as the car bucked a little when the man started struggling again. He started the car and began to drive slowly and silently at first until he reached a back-road. He followed along this dirt path until he hit the main road. He took a couple more main roads and then many back-roads until he finally reached his destination. A dark house sitting in the middle of a quiet field, no lights anywhere to be seen and no where to run for miles but woods. Dean popped open the trunk and peered in at the man. "How ya doing?" He smirked with a snarly tone.
Stranger: For the life of him, Castiel had no idea where he was being taken. The car seemed to be taking random turns, and although he'd lived in this town long enough to practically memorize the roads, he had no clue where he was being driven. To make it worse, the trunk was stuffy and hot, making it difficult to really breathe. By the time the trunk was opened, Castiel's face was flushed and his hair was matted to his forehead and even more messed up looking. His clothes were disheveled, the tight shirt ridden up to show a good bit of his pale, lean stomach. Still, he saw it as a chance, and Castiel raised his legs, kicking the man in the stomach before stumbling from the trunk, landing on his side as he fell out. He took a quick look around, feeling his heart stop when he saw nothing but woods surrounding the house they were at.
You: Dean hit the ground as the man kicked him in the gut unexpectedly. He grabbed his stomach and kneeled on the ground for a second before regaining his composure and standing up. "There's no where for you to go, dude!" He laughed and stared at the flustered man for a moment. He looked more... sexy, he'd have to say with his face looking like that. His fear practically drenching his clothes. Speaking of his clothes... Dean to a second to survey the man again, the clothes all ridden up and soaked in sweat, bits of skin exposed. Dean watched the confused man for a minute, waiting for him to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't going anywhere. After all, if he ran, he wouldn't know where to go. Plus, Dean had a car, he only had one kid ever run. Never did get those blood stain off the hood now that he thinks about it.
Stranger: The situation was beginning to catch up to him, and he realized they had to be miles from the nearest road. He wouldn't make it, and he had a feeling that the man knew these woods best. There was nowhere for him to run, nowhere to hide, especially not with his arms immobile like they were. But.. maybe talking to the man would work? It was all he could think about doing. "You.. You don't want to do this," Castiel said, looking back at the man, staring up at him with wide eyes. "Killing me won't do anything for you but bring the police after you. They won't stop. You've just taken a cop. Think about that for a moment. You'll be put on death row for this, if you don't let me go. Is killing me really worth all of that?"
You: "I'm going to hell anyway, at least I'm enjoying the ride." He started to smile, but something seemed to tear at his face. It was more a grimace than anything else... "Plus, I'm not going to kill you... Unless you manage to piss me off." Dean went right back to that devilish smirk of his. "You beg enough without me having to put a knife to you." Dean walked over and pulled the man against his chest, constricting him once again. "Let's get a little more acquainted, shall we?" He held up the knife again, not really intending to use it just yet, but the man was really afraid of this little weapon from what he could see.
Stranger: Not going to kill him? He didn't really understand that statement. The man killed all of his victims from what Castiel knew. He tensed when he was pulled right back against that hard chest, his body going rigid at the sight of the knife. He expected it to be put to use soon anyway, but that didn't stop him from squirming in the man's arms, his eyes closing tightly while his teeth dug into his bottom lip, making it red and swollen. "Don't," He said quietly, though he was already bracing himself, expecting pain to come soon.
You: Dean slammed his mouth onto the other man's mouth. He was biting it so hard Dean swore he saw some blood. He pulled back, an innocent look staring down at the man. "Don't ruin such a pretty face..." Dean traced the silvery blade against the man's cheekbones as he spoke. "Let me." He growled in a deep voice. "I never properly introduced myself, I
You: ((sorry)) I'm Dean." ((my bad))
Stranger: ((It's okay!))
Stranger: Castiel jumped, jerking in the man's arms when he was suddenly kissed, his head feeling dizzy from the force of it. He went still at the feeling of the blade tracing across his cheek, not wanting to accidentally cut himself. "Dean," He repeated the name, his voice shaking and just a bit lower than usual. "I'm Castiel and.. I'd appreciate it if you please moved that knife away from me." He said, trying to put force behind his words though it sounded pathetic even to his own ears. He shivered again, mostly from the cold because they were still outside and he chose to wear the thinnest, tightest shirt and worst kind of pants for the job today, both of which were doing nothing to protect him from the cold at the moment.
You: "Castiel..." He looked at the fear in Cas's eyes and smiled as he felt the man shivering. Dean took a second to stroke Castiel with the knife before pulling it away from his face. "Ha... You know, you're kind of adorable. Too bad you're a cop though." Dean laughed. Truly, he didn't want to kill this guy, not only because he was a cop, which he didn't really care about but... There was something else. Though it could just be that great ass of his. Dean's expression had softened while he thought, only to harden back into his dark sneer when he saw the man still sitting helpless in front of him. He noticed that Cas was shivering a bit, and he looked down at the tight, thin shirt he had on. Dean made one swift movement with the knife, slashing it through the air with a whoosh and he cut into the soft fabric, missing Castiel's skin completely. ((I just wanted to ask, am I doing an ok job over here? o.o))
Stranger: ((You're doing perfect! I'm loving the RP so far! :) ))
You: ((Me too, just wanted to know if you were alright with it! >.<))
Stranger: Castiel let out a breath when the knife was finally pulled away from his face, staring up at Dean. He didn't know what the man was playing at, or what he meant by that last statement. He noticed the way Dean's expression softened, only for a moment, before returning to that dark look. "What's.. that suppose to mean?" He asked after a moment, but noticed the way Dean looked at his shirt. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, but then the cold air hit him full force, and Castiel realized that Dean had just sliced through the front of his shirt, leaving his torso bare and vulnerable. The shirt was hanging loosely on his arms, just like his jacket, and he began shivering even more now that he barley had anything to cover himself with. "T.. That wasn't really necessary!" He snapped, both embarrassed and a bit nervous as to what Dean was planning to do with him.
You: Dean chuckled. "It may not have been necessary, but nothing ever really is. Shit happens." Dean placed the blade sideways in his teeth to hold it for a moment as he busied his hands with yanking Castiel's shirt and jacket down, getting the clothes caught on the cuffs. He studied Cas's chest and biceps as he shivered. Dean watched the man's muscles tighten as the air bit into his skin. "As much as I'd love to take you right here, I wouldn't want you dying because of cold weather." Dean grabbed Castiel's arm an began pulling him towards the dark house, the knife now in his hand but no longer pressed up against Cas's neck.
Stranger: Castiel jerked a bit when the shirt and jacket were yanked down his arms, only further immobilizing them when they caught on the cuffs. He forced himself to maintain eye contact with Dean while the man stared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how humiliated he felt. That last statement caught him by surprise, but he didn't ask, following Dean along towards the house, hoping that there was a phone or something inside that he could use. "What did you mean by.. saying you weren't going to kill me earlier?" He asked after a moment, glancing up at the other man. "I don't fit the profile of the others that you took. So why have you taken me? I'm not your 'type', according to the profile."
You: "That's what I never liked about cops. All of them, they always want a reason for everything." Dean glared a bit towards Cas, squeezing his arm harder. "I don't have a type other than helpless. Granted, I do take the occasional younger ones, but then again those could have just been the ones that you found." He turned towards Cas, a green blaze in his eyes as he hoped to strike fear into him. Dean was trying his damnedest to show a scary face, he was trying to cover something up. This damn cop... Bringing back so many memories. "Why the fuck did it have to be a cop..." He had meant to think this in his head, but spoke aloud. He kept the same expression as he searched Cas's face for any change of emotion. ((I had an idea about Dean's backstory and why he's doing this, do you care? or did you have an idea :3))
Stranger: ((I'd love to hear it! Make his backstory whatever you want, sweetie! I care, trust me. You're the one playing Dean, and you can make him however you want.))
You: ((You know, you're an awesome person XD I kinda had this idea that maybe his dad was like a cop and might have died when Dean was young and Dean felt betrayed? I was kinda thinking he just got into some really fucked up shit as a kid and was looking for an outlet- murder *woooo ghosty scary sounds*))
Stranger: "Just the one's we found?" Castiel asked, his eyes going wide. How many had Dean taken from the streets in that case? They'd counted up an alarming number, but was it possible that there were more? He felt sick at the very thought, but the hand squeezing his arm brought him back to the situation. "You're the one that took me. I didn't choose to come with you." He shot back, but lowered his gaze to the ground at the look on Dean's face, a flash of fear crossing his own features. He didn't want to antagonize the man into killing him, that was for sure. ".. What do you have against cops? I'm doing my job. After all, you have me instead of another innocent kid, and that's all that matters to me. I'd rather take their place then let another innocent be tortured like that."
Stranger: ((XD Thank you! That sounds like a good idea! It's a logical reason as to why Dean doesn't like cops, and why he's gotten into murdering people. I like it!))
You: ((Sweet X3 By the way, I like how you're portraying Cas!)) Dean gave a confused look. "Innocent? Ha, you're kidding, right? They threw away their lives to be prostitutes..." Dean looked at the door as they came up to it. "Some didn't have a choice, you do what you gotta do..." Dean dug into his pocket and pulled out a brass colored key, jamming it into the door and unlocking it. He gave Cas another once over, as if still deciding what to do with him, before opening the door and flipping on a light switch. Their eyes were greeted by a spacious house, some furniture in what seemed to be the living room, dim lighting, a dining room in the next room, leading up to a kitchen. But there was one odd door settled into the far corner of the first room, no light seemed to go near it. No light seemed to want to... It was by a television that looked like it hadn't ever been used, mostly there for show. Dean started forward towards the shadowy door.
Stranger: ((Thank you!)) "They were just kids, for Christs sakes," Castiel breathed, looking up at Dean like he was insane. "Barley of age, with no parents, no one for them. They had no choice!" He snapped, getting even more annoyed. He knew what it was like, living on the streets with no food or money, no warm place to live. If not for Gabriel, Castiel would have ended up like one of those boys. Selling his body for money or food. It was why he could relate to them; he'd lived their lives. When the door was opened, Castiel looked around the place, surprised at how clean it was. But that door, it looked ominous, and he didn't want to go there. When Dean began leading him to that door, Castiel began struggling, trying to pull away from him. "S.. Stop! Where are you bringing me?" He asked, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
You: "Well, everyone has a chance! These scum just didn't try!" Dean snarled loudly at Cas. "I... People can get out of those situations...." He gave a steely glare and yanked him towards the door harder now. 'This guy doesn't know shit about me..." He thought. Another part of his conscious seemed to answer himself, 'What, are you going to tell him, you fucking stupid shit?' That second voice seemed to take on an old familiar one... It sounded rough and angered, old and tired."Dad..." Dean uttered under his breath, barely audible as he opened the door. "I'll fucking show him..." Dean had a new fire burning, he felt it in the pit of his stomach. He felt Castiel trying to struggle away and in his angered state he pushed him down the short flight o stair leading down into the dark basement. There were eight stairs until he'd reach a floor of concrete. He'd just barely miss a bed off to the right by the end of the stair case.
Stranger: Castiel couldn't suppress the flinch when Dean yelled at him, but didn't look away from the man. He met with Dean's gaze, seeing the anger inside of those eyes grow even more. When Dean muttered that one word, 'Dad', Castiel wanted to ask what he meant. He didn't get a chance, because he was suddenly being shoved down the stairs, and with nothing to hold on to, he stumbled forward. The concrete was hard when he landed on his side, and he didn't move for a few moments, his eyes closed and his breathing labored. His side hurt, was probably bruised, and he was shivering on the floor, the basement floor feeling like it was freezing. Nothing felt broken, which was a good thing, but he didn't try to get up from the floor, not wanting to risk angering Dean even more.
You: ((I feel so bad right now >.< I just threw Cas XD This is making me feel demented, I'm sorry for all these lil' comments)) Dean just stared blankly down the stairs as Castiel fell all the way to the bottom. He slowly began walking down the stairs until he reached Cas. He bent down and rolled him off of his side to see the spot he had landed on. There was going to be a nice bruise, if it got the chance to form. Dean lifted Cas up and flopped him onto the bed beside them. There were many stains on that mattress, most of them were dark and seemed to be old blood. Dean stood up and looked at Cas, seeing the damage he'd done so far. Dean flipped Cas over onto his stomach roughly, suddenly unlocking his handcuff, but leaving the jacket and shirt. He had an odd look on his face as he walked back up the stairs and shut the door, locking it tightly.
Stranger: ((It's fine! The roleplay was probably gonna get violent at some point, and I don't mind!)) Castiel's breath hitched when Dean came near him, but he didn't move, laying pliantly on the ground. When he was rolled onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling, his jaw clenched, and he didn't once look at Dean. He didn't expect to be picked up though, and the bed looked dirty with stains of what he guessed was blood. It made him feel sick, but he held any complaints in for now. The most surprising part was when Dean unlocked the cuffs. He let his arms fall to his sides and didn't move until Dean was gone and he heard the door being locked. As soon as he was alone, Castiel sat up and tugged the jacket tightly around him, trying to get warm. He could barley see anything in the dark basement and stumbled up from the bed, going up the stairs and pounding on the door, beginning to yell at Dean to let him out. Castiel was stubborn, and he'd do this all night if he had to, just to prove a point.
You: Dean was pacing back and forth in his living room, practically tearing his hair out. His father's voice was pounding through his head, snarling at him for being such a useless kid. "You're going into the force when you're older! You can't sit around and be such an inconsiderate pile of garbage as usual!" Dean spun on his heels marching the other way as his voice popped into his head, his younger voice. "But, dad, I'm not useless! I can do it!" The flashback kept parading through his head, his father calling him scum, telling him that he was no better than any of the rat bastards he picked up off the road every day... That was the same damn day that drunk got shot. Pulling a drug bust, bam... Shotgun right to the face. Dean's mother had been gone for as long as he can remember, she got pregnant and left the state, went somewhere crazy and didn't tell anyone. Granted her husband was an alcoholic ass, she had left her son behind and never came back for him. Dean didn't blame his mother, though... She got away. A sudden banging sound jolted Dean out of his thoughts before he could get extremely fucked up. Dean walked up to the door and smacked it once, very hard. "What." He growled.
Stranger: Castiel could hear Dean pacing back and forth across the floor in the other room, and wished he knew what to do. He had nothing to pick the lock with, when it hit him. He still had his gun strapped to the inside of his thigh. Of course! It was placed in a way that no one who had come on to him today would know it was there. Slowly, Castiel released the gun, feeling the familiar weight in his hands. He was a profiler, and had never shot someone before, but he knew how to handle a gun at least. "I.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just.. let me out. Don't leave me down here. I'll behave," He said, making his voice as meek and submissive as he could, remembering Dean saying he liked anyone who was 'helpless'. "I'll.. be good. You.. You like that, right? When they're good for you? Let me out, and I'll show you how good I can be," He pleaded, keeping the gun close to him, already knowing it was loaded with bullets. He just needed the damned door to be opened.
You: Dean was shocked to hear the sound of his voice. This didn't sound right.... But oh, was it pleasing. He inched to the side of the door, trying to peek in through the crack in the door, though he couldn't see anything, as Cas was right up against the door. "Why so soft now? Like getting beat up?" Dean asked, trying to figure out what was going on with him all of a sudden. Dean was tempted to open the door, he placed his hand on the knob... But waited for a reply as he pondered what Cas was trying to get at.
Stranger: "No," Castiel said quickly, his breath hitching in his throat. Fuck, he wasn't a field agent. He'd never worked like this, being in actual danger before. "I.. I don't like the dark. I'll be good, let you do what you want, just.. I don't like it in here. Please," He said, intentionally making his voice deeper, a bit needier than before. "Please, Dean?" He let the man's name roll off his tongue easily, practically purring it. "I.. It's been a few days, hasn't it? Since you've had someone beneath you? Would it.. help if I told you that I'm.. a virgin?" He forced the words out, feeling embarrassed at admitting such a thing, but he needed that door to be opened.
You: Dean couldn't help but smile when he heard that last thing Cas said. "A virgin, huh?" Dean questioned, a grin creeping onto his face. That actually sounded like the most truthful thing Cas had said so far in this conversation. Dean really wanted to open that door, but he had a terrible feeling. He was probably just being paranoid... But, wait... It hit him like a brick. He's a cop; he has to have a weapon on him! "Fuck..." Dean whispered. 'What the fuck could he have? He could have hit me anytime he wanted... He can't have a weapon... Plus, he wants you...' Dean let hi thoughts drift for a moment as he slowly began to unlock the door and slide it open the tiniest bit.
Stranger: "Yes," Castiel kept his voice even, though his cheeks were colored in embarrassment. The conversation seemed to be getting nowhere, and was just downright embarrassing for him. It wasn't until he heard the door unlock and saw it slide open that his heart began pumping with adrenaline, and he gripped the gun tightly, not noticing that his hands were shaking. He'd never shot a living person before, and his nerves were just getting to him. That had to be it; he couldn't be scared of actually shooting this man. When he saw his chance, he shoved against the door and came tumbling out. Even when he landed on the ground, Castiel held his gun up to Dean, trying to stop his hands from trembling. "H.. Hands up, Dean. I want to see them," He said, pushing himself up to his knees slowly. "Where are the cuffs?"
You: Dean stared down as the man came tumbling out of the basement. He was asking about the cuffs, but Dean could hardly take him seriously with those trembling hands of his. Even if they were holding a very large gun...Dean got on his knees, too, to get on the same level as Cas. He reached his hand out for the gun and pulled it towards his chest. Staring Castiel dead in the eyes, unwavering. The gun finally hit his left pectoral muscle and he kept his grip on it there. He just held the stare with Cas. No thoughts going through his head at all except how pretty those sapphires were in the dim light...
Stranger: Castiel never broke eye contact with Dean, watching him with wide eyes as he knelt on the ground and pulled the gun towards him, putting it against his chest. He knew he should pull the trigger then, kill the man and call for back up somehow, or just take the car and find town. "Stop," He said quietly, his finger inching towards the trigger, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. As a cop, he was meant to save lives, not end them. Castiel knew he probably looked pathetic, with the jacket and ripped shirt hanging off of his torso, which was covered in dirt from the basement floor. His entire body was shaking and he realized he wasn't going to shoot Dean. He knew it, and sadly, it seemed that Dean knew it as well. Castiel finally broke eye contact, looking away from Dean, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood this time.
You: Dean looked down when Cas broke eye-contact, slowly removing the gun from his hand and sliding it away into the other room. Dean looked back up at Cas, he looked miserable. But... So cute... Dean can't help himself, he leaned close to Castiel and placed his hand under Cas's chin, turning his face towards his own. "I'm sorry... For what I'm about to do..." He whispered, his face blank and his voice almost emotionless. He pulled Cas's face closer and forced another kiss onto his now crimson lips, tasting the blood.
Stranger: Any other cop would have been able to pull the trigger, he knew that for sure. Anyone else faced with a murderer would have been able to kill the man, but Castiel couldn't bring himself to do it, and now the gun was out of reach. He looked back up at Dean when the man made him look at him, wandering what he was apologizing for. The kiss surprised him, and Castiel's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. His hands went to Dean's chest and he tried pushing against the man, his lips falling open as soft sounds of protest escaped his throat when he tried pulling away.
You: Dean gripped Castiel's shoulders and leaned over him,
You: ((sorry, not done ))
Stranger: ((It's okay!))
You: pressing him against the floor as best he could while Cas struggled. ((My bad XP))
Stranger: ((It's okay!)) Castiel felt himself falling back against the floor, his body going rigid beneath Dean's own. He tried turning his head away, but finally went limp beneath the man, hoping that Dean would lost interest if he didn't react rather than try to fight.
You: Dean was plenty aroused already by Castiel if he hadn't noticed. When Cas went limp he just pushed on, he felt that he needed this. He wanted this. Everyone else was just for power... But Cas, he wanted to fuck him so badly. He couldn't figure out why, he wanted him like he had wanted no other, but when he found out that he was a cop... That almost changed everything. Why, why still did he want this? Dean couldn't help it, he felt himself heating up and getting hard and started rubbing Castiel's chest and pressing against him. He tongue practically down the man's throat, he wanted Cas to respond.
Stranger: The plan of not reacting didn't seem to do anything but encourage Dean further. He could feel Dean's tongue in his mouth, and the trailing hands that were rubbing against his chest. When a hand brushed against a nipple, a strangled sound escaped, and Castiel began squirming beneath Dean's weight. The man was all hard muscle, and he knew he couldn't push Dean off, so he tried to squirm out from under him. Castiel finally broke the kiss, yanking his head away, gasping and panting as he twisted onto his side, the ripped shirt and jacket getting further tangled down his arms at his elbows, making it difficult. "S.. Stop! Dean, I.. Please, don't.. You don't want this!" He groaned, trying to shrug the jacket and shirt down his arms since they were just making it more difficult for him.
Stranger: ((Did my reply send?))
You: ((Yeah, sorry, had to get my cat XD))
Stranger: ((Oh, it's okay! Just making sure!))
You: "Are you trying to tell me that you don't want this?" Dean looked at him, his blank expression covering up only some of his emotions. Dean couldn't help what he was feeling, he knew he wanted this. He had never taken any time to consider if anyone else did... Like, if Castiel didn't want this... Dean shook his head. 'What the hell...' He thought, thinking back for a moment about his other victims. He shook his head and looked back don at Cas, a clear pain in his eyes that he was trying to hide. "Cas...?"
Stranger: Castiel stopped at that, looking up at Dean with wide eyes at the question. What was he suppose to say? He'd never done this before, this being sex, and also Dean was the man he was suppose to be arresting. "You're.. crazy if you think I'll have sex with you," He choked out, his expression turning into one of confusion. "I'm a cop, Dean. I'm suppose to be putting you away, arresting you. I don't.. I don't want this. I've never had sex before, and what makes you think I would start now?" He asked, slowly crawling out from beneath him, shrugging the jacket and shirt off, leaving his torso bare. "If you want me like that, you'll have to take it from me, Dean. I'm not like those boys, who'll lay there and take whatever you gave them. What do you think I am? Some kind of trained pet for you to use?"
You: A quick smirk found its way onto Dean's face, his eyes glinting with lust as Cas moved away. "That sounds a lot like a challenge..." He inched towards him, now wanting him desperately. If Cas wanted him to take it by force... He had no issues with it whatsoever. Dean practically pounced on top of Cas, swiftly grabbing his wrists and throwing them above his head. He slammed his mouth back down onto Cas's for another kiss before leaning back and pulling open his pants. He yanked the zipper down hard and stared back up at Cas. "By force, huh?"
Stranger: Castiel's cheeks flushed at that, because he hadn't meant for it to sound like a challenge. He wasn't prepared when Dean jumped on top of him, but he began struggling beneath him nonetheless, pulling at his wrists and crying out into the kiss. When he felt the zipper on his pants being pulled down, Castiel tried kicking his legs out, snarling up at Dean. "Go to hell," He gritted out, kicking a leg out and aiming for Dean's stomach, hoping to land a hit hard.
You: Dean hardly had time enough to dodge that kick, it hit him square in the stomach, right under his ribs. He sputtered out air as he grabbed his gut, he hadn't realized Cas could kick that hard. It took a moment for him to get his act back together. He gave Castiel an angry glare, still holding his stomach.
Stranger: Castiel took the chance to yank his hands free, and he scrambled back against the wall, his cheeks flushed. He felt like a freaking virgin, and it didn't help that he was one. He glared right back at Dean, his expression daring him to try to take him again, the challenge written clear in his eyes.
You: Dean looked at Cas for a second, then shut his eyes and lowered his head. He was still kneeling on the floor with his hand on his stomach, something in the back of his mind telling him to stay down. Another part of his mind urging him to get up and take what should be his, take Cas because he wants to, he needs to. Yet, another portion of his mind tugged at him to open his eyes and look into the next room. He saw what he needed to see, but no he needed to hear something. "Am.. Am I monster?" He looked up at Cas with a tired expression, a bit of anger bubbling in his eyes still, but that was probably just from the pain.
Stranger: Castiel was defensive, crowding himself against the wall, sitting on his knees. He stared at Dean, not once breaking eye contact with the man, but the question took him by surprise. He didn't have an answer for that, truthfully. Anyone would say that Dean was a monster, based on what he did to those boys. "People say you are," Castiel said slowly, glancing towards the front door, wandering if his time in track would be of any use to him. "It's not my place to judge others." He said before standing quickly, feeling his head spin. He headed straight for the front door, hoping it wasn't locked.
You: Dean watched him start to leave. He stood up, saying in barely a whisper, "That was all I needed to hear." Dean walked into the other room and bent down, picking up Castiel' pistol and turning around to face him. Dean checked the chamber, fully loaded, then he cocked the gun loudly.
Stranger: Castiel just reached the door when he heard the gun being cocked, recognizing the sound instantly. He turned slowly to look at Dean, staring at him with wide eyes when he saw the pistol in his hand. "W.. What are you doing with that?" He asked quietly, his voice trembling in obvious fear and confusion.
You: At first he pointed the gun at Cas leisurely, hardly caring and pretty much flopping it around in his hand. He looked at Cas's eyes, and then.... reached into his pocket. A slight jingling sound filled the air as Dean pulled out the keys to the Impala. He looked at them in his hand for a moment and then threw them at Cas. Then he lifted the gun towards his temple, giving Cas the same uncaring expression.
Stranger: Castiel tensed when the gun was pointed at him, and he braced himself to be shot. Instead, he heard the jingling, looked up in time to catch the keys, and held them to his chest, his eyes going wide when he saw Dean put the gun at his own head. "Dean.. Stop," Castiel said quietly, taking a step towards the man, letting the keys fall to the ground. "Put the gun down. You don't want to do that, Dean. That's not.. not the way. It's not the right thing."
You: "Dammit, Cas! Is there a right way for someone like me anymore?" Dean tried to yell, his voice just came out at a normal volume. He kept the gun to his head, staring Cas down as he came closer. "People like me, we can't change. It's built in. I enjoyed killing those kids, I'll admit that." He blinked a couple of times and broke eye contact with Cas. "Their blood is on my hands, and that ain't never getting clean... I'll burn for that, I will." He chuckled a bit at the end, totally confused and disgusted with himself.
You: ((I have no idea where I went with this, I have no clue if you had anything else in mind but wow..... This escalated quickly... Sorry))
Stranger: ((It's fine with me! I really didn't have anything else in mind.))
You: ((Okay ^^))
Stranger: Castiel flinched at the words, but he knew Dean was right. There was no real help for people like him, people that enjoyed killing others. Dean said so himself, he took pleasure from killing those boys, and there was no 'curing' that. "Put the gun down," He said softly, knowing it would be smart to leave now, but he couldn't walk away when someone was going to end their life. Not even if that person was someone like Dean. "Just put the gun down. Just.. come with me to the station. Turn yourself in, do something good. You'll be doing good by turning yourself in, Dean."
You: "It won't bring those kids back and it won't stop the urge to do it... I'll just be made some fool on the news, 'Terrible killer turns himself in', I'd be ridiculed and more despised than I already am." Dean felt like lowering the gun when Cas stepped closer, but he just couldn't get himself to do it. "Do you know what's going to happen to me in there...." Dean trailed off and stopped. He stared into space for a second. "I fucking deserve it..." He looked back at Cas. "Don't I?" He said matter-of-factly.
Stranger: Castiel knew he was telling the truth. The media would rip Dean apart for what he did; his name would be dragged through the mud in the court room, and the law would be completely on Castiel's side. Hell, he'd even get a promotion for turning Dean in. "No," He said, not knowing why he was saying this at all. "No matter what a person does, they don't deserve to die. It doesn't matter what crime they commit, everyone is entitled to life. You are too, Dean. You're entitled to live. So put the gun down. Let.. Let me help you somehow."
You: Dean sat frozen for a second, feeling the cold muzzle the gun pressing up against his temple, pressing so hard he could feel his pulse through even the handle of the gun. He stared at the floor for what seemed like an eternity.... Before he started lowering the gun from his head. He looked into Castiel's eyes, wondering why he would do this for someone like him.
Stranger: Castiel was tensed the entire time, watching Dean intently, hoping the man would lower the gun. When he finally did, he walked just a bit closer, his expression warm, eyes wide and innocent almost. Even trusting. He didn't think Dean would hurt him, not now. "That's it. Just.. hand the gun over," Castiel said softly, holding his hand out for the gun. "I'll help you, Dean. In any way I can, I'll help."
You: Dean felt all of the power he had ever gained over anyone drain away as quickly as a breeze. He placed the gun into Cas's hands. "You know, I always thought I was too smart to be a cop... But, you're the only one I've ever met that could do something like this..." Dean said as he remembered some old quote, probably from a movie, they're what practically raised him.
Stranger: Castiel immediately pulled the gun close, staring up at Dean in surprise. He hadn't expected the man to actually hand it over to him. "You're going to come with me to turn yourself in now, right?" He asked hesitantly, looking at the man expectantly. He'd gotten the gun from Dean, but knew it didn't mean anything. Castiel wasn't ever going to shoot someone with it, as that had been proved already.
You: "Yeah, just do it before I lose my mind again, I'm tired of this..." Dean shut his eyes. "All of it." Dean didn't understand why he was doing this or what he'd gain from any of it, he would much rather just die... But this guy didn't want to let him.... Couldn't figure out why, he beat him to hell, kidnapped him, and tried to rape him...
Stranger: "Good," Castiel said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. He hadn't expected for Dean to give in so easily, not after everything that happened tonight. It was.. more than strange, to be honest. "What's your last name? Not.. as if it matters, since we'll probably never see each other again after tonight." He commented, going and picking up the car keys. "But I'll need to know for my report."
You: "Winchester..." He grimaced, hating his last name because it reminded him so much of his father. "Dean Winchester..." ((I am sorry that this is soooooo anticlimactic, OMAIGAWD I SUCK XP))
Stranger: ((It's fine! Is there any direction you wanna take the RP? 'Cause if Cas turns him in, it'll probably end there. Unless you wanna end it like that? Whatever you want is fine with me.))
You: ((Idk what to do after this XD The only logical thing I can think of is him dying, Cas dying, or him getting turned in and having everything blow up around him *shrugg*))
Stranger: ((Well, I guess it depends. Do you wanna make it into a long-term rp, something we can do over email? Or just end it soon?))
You: ((Hmm, I don't know. It'd be cool if we continued, but ... wait... They could run away, but that would fuck up EVERYTHING for Cas and Dean would still be quite psychotic))
Stranger: ((I had an idea? Just an idea, if you wanna hear it?))
You: ((Yush, of course :3)
Stranger: ((Well, Dean's pretty psychotic, right? It could somewhat go with the storyline of the show, just.. somewhat. Cas has already promised to help Dean, and Idk, Dean could remember something about his mom saying 'angels are watching over you' and gets into his head that Cas is an angel or something, and has the thought that Cas is his angel he needs to protect from the world or something? Idk, just a random thought.))
You: ((Lol, sounds like real Supernatural now X3 That's intriguing, maybe, we'd just need to get to that point though, like should we keep RPing here or do you want to go by e-mail like you had suggested? :3))
Stranger: ((We can keep rping here, I don't mind! So, you like the idea? Anything you wanna add to it?))
You: ((No, I was just wondering where they'd go afterwards XD but yeah, it's good ^^ Let's see where it takes us?))
Stranger: ((Sure!)) Castiel nodded, glancing back at the man. ".. My name is Castiel Novak," He answered, deciding that Dean at least should know the name of the man who was arresting him. Picking up the keys, he held the gun close as he opened the door. "Come on. I'm going to need you to tell me how to get back to town." He said before walking out to the car, surprised to see the sun was beginning to come up, peeking through the forest and casting a warm glow on everything it touched.
You: Dean hardly noticed, to him that sun was just burning, shedding light on that he'd done... But, he looked at Cas and the sun glinted off of his dark hair, creating a sort of halo above his head. A small smile grew on Dean's face as he remembered something from long ago, about how angels watched over the world. He was pretty sure his mother had said something about it... He never realized that he actually missed her, he always shrugged it off. He shook his head. "I'll give you directions..." He said finally when they were already at the car.
Stranger: Castiel looked back at Dean, offering the man a soft smile. He was actually doing something right, and Castiel wanted to be delicate with this situation. "Come on then," He said, opening the drivers seat and sliding inside, turning the car on. He glanced over at Dean, leaning against the seat, watching the sun come up slowly, the light shining into the windshield of the car. The other officers were probably going crazy right now, wandering where he was, and Castiel wanted to just get there and rest already.
You: Dean noticed that Castiel was going very fast... Which was twenty miles under his normal speed limit. "You know this thing speeds up a lot, right?" He asked Cas, because he could really go a lot faster. Also, Dean didn't know if he'd ever be in this car again, might as well make the most of it while he can.
Stranger: Castiel glanced down, seeing how fast he was going, which really wasn't very fast. His side was aching though, and he was trying to be careful with driving. "I know, but I'd rather not irritate my side with driving too fast," He said, brushing a hand over the bruise on his side, the dark purple a stark contrast against the pale skin. "Would you rather drive?" He asked, glancing over at Dean, figuring it would probably be the last time the guy would get the chance. Castiel pulled over on the side of the dirt road, looking over at Dean.
You: Dean perked up and practically leapt out of the car. He wanted to drive, he wanted to feel free... He didn't want to go to the police station. Dean sat down and whipped on his seatbelt on, as he usually did so as to never get pulled over by the cops. A habit he might have to break... Dean looked at Cas and quickly dropped all notions of ditching the police station. He had to go, he had to give himself up... He started the car and raced down the road, coming closer to town every minute. "The Police Station should be up on our left now..." Dean said.
Stranger: Castiel moved over to the other side of the car, but didn't put his seat belt on. His side was too sore for that, but he leaned against the window, closing his eyes at the light that was shining through it. He would have been worried at the speed they were going, but he felt exhausted, and just didn't care. When Dean spoke, Castiel looked over at the man with a bit of a tired expression. "Alright," He nodded, shielding his eyes at the bright light that shone through the car now that the sun was mostly up. It highlighted everything, and he was suddenly wishing it was dark again. "Just.. hurry up, please."
You: Dean's face twitched into an evil grin, you never tell a man in a muscle car to hurry. Dean zipped forward going at least one-hundred and ten until he slowed to a crawl in from the Police Station
Stranger: Castiel let out a cry of surprise at the speed they were going, and reached out for the closest thing, which happened to be Dean. By the time they reached the station, Castiel was clinging to the man, his heart racing in his chest at the speed they had gone, pressed flush against Dean's side. "D.. Don't.. do that again.." He breathed, looking nervously up at the other man.
You: Dean felt his face grow hot, then he settled down as he remembered where they were and what was about to happen. ((HOLY SHIT I JUST REMEMBERED DEAN HAD A BONER. I GAVE THE POOR MOTHERFUCKER BLUE BALLS D: ))
Stranger: ((I just laughed.. so hard when I read that..))
Stranger: Castiel pulled away slowly, feeling his cheeks flush at what he'd just done. He coughed awkwardly, glancing nervously up at Dean. "S.. Sorry about uh.. Sorry," He apologized, reaching across Dean to turn the ignition off, trying to ignore how close he was to the man. "Alright so.. just get out of the car and go inside."
You: Dean stared at the police station, the sun lighting his eyes on fire.... Then he turned to Cas and looked at him for a minute. "You know, I feel like.... If we had met under different circumstances... We could have been really good friends..." Dean mumbled quietly and unbuckled his belt, already half way out of the car.
Stranger: Castiel found himself staring into those eyes, amazed at how brightly they were shining in the sunlight. "Me too," He admitted after hearing that, leaning against the seat to catch his breath for a moment. He had a feeling that Dean wouldn't run, not after promising to go with Castiel to the station, so he wasn't worried.
You: Dean walked across the empty road and found his way to those daunting stairs. He stopped and looked back at Cas. 'There's something wrong with me... But what the hell is wrong with him?' Dean shook his head and stepped up the stairs, opening the door when he reached it. He stood inside for a second and looked around, it was quiet until the secretary looked up and screamed. Dean went straight for the door... But stopped himself from running. He turned around and put his hands up, waiting for whatever happens to happen.
Stranger: Castiel heard the scream and was out the door, running into the station. He didn't know why, but he stepped protectively in front of Dean, his gun already drawn. It was instinct, protecting someone from whatever evil was out there, but he just looked ridiculous; no shirt, his body covered in dirt, the bruise on his side and his lip split. He relaxed when nothing happened, and lowered the gun, looking at the secretary. "It's just me, Miranda," He sighed, shaking his head. The woman would get frightened by a mouse, and most people here had learned to ignore her when she freaked out.
You: "Jesus Christ! I just lost hearing!" Dean growled, feeling the urge to break something.... ranging from either twigs or bones. He shook his head to get rid of these fucked up thoughts. "What now...." Dean asked, not knowing where to go. He was glad Cas was in here now... He felt better.
Stranger: Castiel sighed, looking up at Dean apologetically, a weak smile crossing his face. "Just.. wait here?" He said, lowering his gun. "Or.. I don't know. Follow me? I need a shirt, and it looks like no one else but Miranda is here," He said, heading to the rooms in the back already, remembering that he'd packed extra clothes.
Stranger: ((I'll brb. I need coffee.))
You: Dean shrugged and decided to follow him. ((I gotta pee, so it's all good XD))
Stranger: Castiel headed into the back, pulling his duffel bag out of his locker. He stripped down without realizing Dean was still in the room, sorting through the clothes in his bag.
Stranger: ((Gah, brb again. Sorry.))
You: ((It's okee :3))
Stranger: ((Back!))
You: Dean was a bit shocked that Cas just started stripping, no heads up or anything. He wasn't going to complain, he'd been trying to fuck that all night. With that thought, Dean turned around and stopped ogling Castiel. He felt terrible after all the things he'd done... It seems like his conscious just magically reappeared! Dean put his hand on his face in embarrassment and disgust for himself. ((Hallo :3))
Stranger: It took him a moment to realize that Dean was still in the room, and he felt his cheeks flush, but tried to push the feeling away. He dressed in a pair of simple pants, a button up white shirt, and a simple tie. He was a desk guy, not a field agent. He profiled killers; he didn't chase them down. "Well, uh.. would you like some coffee? It's better than sitting in a cell all day," He shrugged, looking sheepishly up at the other man.
You: Dean turned around to see Cas fully clothed... Though deep down he wasn't sure if he was glad or upset, either way he was relieved. He wasn't to try anything if Cas was clothed.... But he really wanted that shirt gone...... "Uh.. Coffee? Sure, but... Pretty sure I shouldn't be seen in daylight... Especially with you..."
Stranger: ".. You realize I'm the only who knows who you are, right?" Castiel asked, raising an eyebrow before realizing what Dean meant. The entire police station were out looking all over the city for him. If someone were to see him, it would draw questions and problems. ".. Alright then. You want me to take you to the cell then?" He sighed, realizing coffee wasn't an option now.
You: "Fuck no I don't WANT to, but I damn sure need to..." Dean ran his hand through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't want to feel this need... to... to kill..." Dean's face was coated in worry.
Stranger: Castiel sighed, walking over to the man and putting a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I'm sorry you feel that need," He said after a moment. "Maybe if you somehow.. I don't know, channeled it into something else, it would be better. I'm not sure though. I do want to help, but I don't know how. I'm sorry."
You: Dean squinted at the hand on his shoulder, not exactly a glare because he didn't dislike it, but more a confusing stare. "Cas... I don't know if it works that way, man." Dean felt his face growing hot and he looked into Castiel's eyes.
You: ((Are you alive internet buddy O.O))
Stranger: ((Yeah! My reply didn't send?))
Stranger: "Because you've never tried?" Castiel asked, looking embarrassed as he removed his hand from Dean's shoulder when he saw that look. "Or.. Never mind. Just.. follow me to the cells."
You: ((Lol, there it is XD))
You: Dean walked back with Cas, he felt so defeated... Where was his mind? What the hell happened? Why did he suddenly regret everything all of a sudden? He face-palmed again and followed Cas. ((Just thought of something- What if it was a demon? 0.0))
Stranger: ((What was a demon?))
You: ((What if Dean was maybe possessed? Do we even have demons in this AU? XD))
Stranger: ((XD We can. Like, there's a demon inside of him, or he has demon blood and so gets violent urges?))
You: ((Bam, we're geniuses >3< I love it, as long as you're cool with it. ALSO, random, but do you has a Tumblr?))
Stranger: ((XD Yay! I'm fine with it! And sadly, I don't have a Tumblr. :/ ))
You: ((Awwww, darn :C You can find some beautiful stuff on Tumblr, lemme tell ya XD Just figured I'd ask, no harm done ^^ I was going to ask if you'd be okay if I posted this on Tumblr :3 because it's possible :D)) Dean looked at Cas, feeling terrible. He put that guy through so much shit, and he decides to help him...
Stranger: ((Really? (: I don't mind if you do! Just send me the link so I can see it!)) Castiel lead Dean to the cells, shooting him a small smile. He grabbed the keys and unlocked one of the heavy doors, squashing down the feeling of guilt when he opened it and gestured for the man to go inside.
You: ((For tumblr when Omegle finishes a chat it gives you a link that posts the whole thing when we're done, or would you rather I go through and only get the story-line dialogue? :3)) Dean nodded and stepped inside the dark room. Something stirred in the back of his mind, that voice whispering. Dean shook his head because he couldn't bear to hear it anymore.
You: ((did it go through? :C))
You: :C
You: ((If nothing is going through, I'm kinda bummed, I cant see anything of yours :C I hope i'm not just bothering you if you like, left the room. My email is [email protected] I'm not going anywhere yet so ))
You: (( :C hallo halloo hallo hullooo?))
You: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH D:
You: hullo?
Stranger has disconnected.