Isola Di Sangue ( Island of Blood )

Summary: AU Castiel Novak is a shutterbug who enjoys living the life outdoors. during a boat cruise off the coast of Italy, his boat is wrecked by a storm and wakes up to find that he, his brothers and sister and four other survivors were washed ashore the island of Sicily, but... something's not right. don't want to spoil the rest..

Pairing: OC/Castiel in beginning chapters, Dean/Castiel in later chapters.

Authors Note: Like I say in all my other stories, I suck at writing and do this for fun so please go easy on me

IMPORTANT NOTE!: Some of the dialogue will be typed in Italian so the translation will be bolded, as in example of the title above.. thank you and enjoy.

Rating: M

Genre: Horror/Romance/Angst/Drama/Hurt/Comfort & others I guess

CHAPTER 1: Vacation Plans

...

It's just another one of those boring, stressful days at the office, as usual. Fuck, everyday is like this, the same old routine over and over and over. Wake up at seven, shower, eat breakfast, get stuck in traffic going to work, be greeted by the same coworkers you see every single day, sit at the computer, get calls and listen to the annoying people complain about their problems and be asked constant questions. This is what it's like working for the Citizen Service Center ( or what everyone calls, 311) in the city that never sleeps... Literally. And for Castiel Novak, it was the only job he could get since these days jobs were very tough to come by, especially in this economy. The pay sort of sucked, but hell, at least it's something right?

Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose, he never liked how noisy the city got, including on rush hours. Just the sounds of cars honking their horns, everyone cussing out at each other out of road rage, construction being done and police sirens bellowing. I mean, growing up in a town in New Jersey everything is more quieter at least. Choosing to work out here was hell, at least in his opinion.

Aside from all that... the one and only thing that he did love... was photography. A hobby really. Castiel felt the world was better every time he'd look through the lens. Even as a child he loved it, every birthday his father got him a new camera and he'd run around taking photos of everything, even of his dad, older brothers and sister. He never had any of his mother though, sadly she past away before he turned two. There were pictures of her around the house, and from the stories he heard from his father she was a wonderful, loving person. He wished he could've known her personally.

" Mr. Novak, is daydreaming more important than getting your job done?"

Castiel blinked a few times as his trance faded, he hadn't even noticed he was woolgathering. Glancing up to his very impatient, bitch of a boss whose cold bright blue eyes glared back. Castiel felt an uneasy shiver crawl up his spine. " ... No sir..." it wasn't what he really wanted to say, he actually wanted to tell the son of a bitch off. Castiel may be a townie but he hated being looked down upon like some helpless ant, but that would get him fired in a second. And he really didn't want to lose this job, like he had with every other one he had before this.

" Don't let it happen again!" the man's voice rose, then turned on his heels and walked away. Castiel rolled his eyes with an irritated sigh, he hated that guy's guts more than his other dick head bosses. It seemed that no matter what kind of job he found himself in, there was always the douche bags in charge.

" Ah, just let it go Cas... he's probably in one of his bad moods or something... as always."

Castiel turned in his seat to gaze to his booth partner, showing more annoyance to the nickname. " Gabriel... how many times have I asked you to not call me Cas?"

Gabriel raised his hands in defense. " Hey, come on I'm your brother man... I have rights to give you a nickname."

Castiel narrowed his brows. " You don't hear me calling you Gabe, do you?"

Gabriel quivered. " Eww no... it's too girly for me."

" Fine, then don't call me Cas..." he replied, returning to his desk to answer calls.

Gabriel stared at his little brother's back, sensing all the stress he's going through, not to mention his attitude. Sure Castiel is a bit apathetic and most times stoic, but his latest grumpy moods were something to worry about. Gabriel has been working here for nearly three years, he is used to the strain it brings. And it was he who got Castiel the job. Deep down he was beginning to regret getting Castiel into this business. He thought for a moment to himself. Today's friday and they'll both have a week off by monday, he thought maybe helping get that stress off his brother's shoulders will lighten his mood.

" Yo Castiel..."

" What is it now?" the younger brother answered without turning.

" Sunday, the family and I are going to Italy for the week."

" And?..."

Gabriel hesitated for a minute. " And I was wondering if you wanted to come along."

" You know I hate long distant traveling." Castiel implied.

Gabriel scoffed at that. " Liar... I already know it's because of your fear of heights."

What he says is true, Castiel suffered from severe Altophobia. He wasn't born with it, no, as a kid he fell off a ladder while playing and hit his head. Since then, he's never went near anything that consisted on leaving the safety of the ground. Heck he can't stop remembering the many times Gabriel told him to talk to someone about it, or try getting over his fear and man up to them. But that was almost thirty years ago, and Castiel began to think that maybe it is time to face that fear. Although he has managed dealing with it... barely... being on the fifth floor here, as long as he never went near the windows or looked outside he's fine. ' Ah, what the hell..' he thought.

" So what do you say bro? you wanna tag along?" Gabriel asked once more.

Castiel peered to him, eyes showing hints of hesitation, he wanted to say yes but what came out instead was, " I'll think about it..." he gave himself a mental slap across the face. Why can't he just say yes for anything? It's always I'll think about it, or not now, or no. But the excitement in his older brothers voice seemed to ease his mind a bit.

" Good, but I'll need the answer by dinner at dad's place."

" ... Right..." enough was said, then they both returned to their work just in time as the boss walked by again. Castiel glanced to his clock, and thank the lord he only had an hour left of this restless torture then he'll be leaving.

That one hour passed by agonizingly slow, but at last Castiel left, getting goodbyes from coworkers and his brother. Accompanying him was the stress from working, which was easy to get rid of by going for a walk in Central Park. And of course he brought along his camera, taking shots of things he found interesting to add to his collection, from people going about their day to breathtaking sceneries. Castiel strolled along unhurriedly, taking in the fresh air of freedom and enjoy his photography run. Such a traditional habit, some may say it's silly and old but he couldn't give a rats ass about what others said. He liked it and that's that.

A half hour later and a handful of pictures waiting to be developed, Castiel continued his way around the park. He has a couple of hours before he'd begin heading to his dads place back in New Jersey. So hanging around on a bench and reading the Daily News in peace would be very nice for the time being.

" Hey Castiel."

The man laid down the paper to glance up at the woman standing before him. She was wearing a pink and black sweat pants and matching shirt. Her red hair tied in a pony-tail, her green orbs beaming down at him. Castiel smiled, rising up from the bench to give a hug to a familiar face. " Hey Anna... out for a jog I see."

Anna chuckled, nudging at his shoulder as a sisterly gesture. " And I see you've been taking more photos, huh?" she plays with his Nikon camera that hung from it's straps around his neck. " Any good ones today?"

Anna and dad were the only ones who treated Castiel's hobby like it was a special gift, his brothers on the other hand thought of it as an obsession of some sort. The truth is, his mother too was a photographer, a trait that has passed down to him and that he was somewhat following in her footsteps. In fact many of the pictures at his dads were taken by her.

" I'll show you and dad them at dinner tonight." he softly smiled.

" Okay, I'll see you there soon.. I gotta run." Anna gives a goodbye hug before resuming her jog.

...

The drive back home is horrible, as it always is. Idiot drivers slowing down just to watch cops pull over some guy, then try figuring out what's going on, which stole almost thirty minutes of Castiel's life. " God, this is so annoying!" Okay, so Castiel is having a bit of a road rage thing going on, everyone gets it, especially during traffic. But luckily, Castiel had his way to sooth his growing frustrations. So he pops in a Disturbed CD, skips a few tracks to his number one favorite ' Down With The Sickness'. Strange to listen to angry music while you're pissed off, but to Castiel it drained it away for some apparent reason.

Soon enough the traffic letup and in no time he got off the highway, heading towards Bloomsbury, his home. He has a pretty nice place at the edge of town, his childhood home. A few years after his mother passed away they moved out, so he bought it, and it was perfect for his privacy. About 50 yards all to himself.

He pulls into the garage and cuts the engine, but he sits there in the drivers seat for a moment in thought. Thinking about the trip to Italy Gabriel and his family are going to monday. One thing is, he was having mood swings for the past three weeks now, and Gabriel was only trying to help out. So maybe going with them will be fun. Besides, he's always wanted to visit Rome, the perfect place to add photos to his endless collection. It's just his fear that's holding him back. Castiel sighs, exiting the car with one decision made up. ' I guess I'm going then... '

Castiel reaches in his coat pocket to retrieve his key, then the door suddenly swings open. " Hey Castiel!"

" HOLY FUCK!" Castiel jolts back in shock, falling on the floor.

His surpriser rushes to him with a chuckle, smiling nervously at him. His messy mid-length dark hair everyone would refer to as bed head nearly covered his bright brown eyes, strong yet lean frame kneeling down to his eye level, a smile so beautiful it could make angels sing and a voice soft and deep as he apologized. " Sorry, I saw you drive up so I thought I'd greet you home."

" By giving me heart attack, Evan?"

Evan Wheeler, someone he's known during his time in college and well... is his boyfriend... Secretboyfriend is more like it. The two have been dating for little over a year, but Castiel's family did not know of it. And the reason? Castiel was just simply frightened to come out to his family about being gay, his family is quite religious so he has the slightest idea how they'd react if he told them. Evan has tried convincing him to get it off his shoulders and tell them and if they didn't accept him for it that at least he wouldn't be under pressure anymore.

" So, you gonna sit there on the cold floor or are you gonna come in?" Evan playfully pokes at his lover's forehead to break him from his inner thoughts.

Castiel blinked, " Um.." he gets up in a rush, dusting himself down. He then smiled, giving a quick flick at Evan's ear. " Don't scare me like that."he then enters the house while Evan rubs his ear with a playful pout.

After showering and cooking a meal for the dinner he'll be having with his family, Castiel and Evan sat by the fireplace enjoying a bowl of popcorn and watched some standup comedy. " So, are you finally gonna come out to your family?..." Evan asks very seriously.

Castiel sighed, " I don't know..." Evan then loops an arm around him and pulls him close.

" You promised me you'd tell them a month ago... I'm getting tired of pretending to still be friends when I'm invited to your dad's..."

" I know..." Castiel's head drops with a groan. Evan stared silently at his boyfriend, sensing the tension and nervousness radiate off him. He softly smiles and inches closer, laying a delicate kiss on his cheek. Castiel looks up at Evan with a weak smile that suddenly turned into a grin when he sees a glint of lust to those brown orbs. Castiel chuckles, " Is just staring at me a turn on for you?"

Evan lays a hand on Castiel's chest, lightly pushing him down against the carpet, " You have no Idea." he purred, tipping over and kissed at Castiel's neck, receiving a pleasant sigh from him. Castiel reaches up to tangle his fingers in his hair, lightly tugging and caressing, eyes slowly closing and biting his lower lip as Evan straddled his waist. Evan grins mischievously when he licks at his lover's earlobe which caused Castiel to gasp and buck his hips. " I love that you're so sensitive."

" I assure you I am not sensitive... I'm just ticklish there." Castiel replies.

" Really?... so if I do this-" he brushed his tongue across his jaw line and Castiel lets out a moan, " you won't get turned on?" Evan then nips at his flesh, feeling the man beneath him roll his hips against his and smiled, " Because your body seems to say differently Castiel."

Castiel chuckled, " Okay fine I'm sensitive." he ganders to the clock, he has ten minutes before he heads out. " We should get ready..."

" And what? show up at your dad's with a boner?" Evan laughed and indicated the erection they both clearly had pressing against their pants.

Castiel sat up, giving a long kiss on Evan's lips. He then begins unbuttoning his lover's jeans, " Fine... but we need to be quick." he whispered seductively before laying back down. Evan slides his hand up Castiel's shirt, revealing his slender baby-soft pale skin, then grazed the tip of his fingers down his stomach, sending a wave of titillation and shivers throughout Castiel's being. " Mmh... we don't have time for teasing." he breathed, gripping at Evan's shirt and pulling him close. Evan begins to unfasten Castiel's pants, then tugs them down. Just as they reached his thighs they both jolt in surprise when the bell rings. The lover's gaze confusingly at the door, " Who is it?" Castiel shouts.

" Cas it's me open up!" that familiar foreign accent caused Castiel to quickly pull up his slacks and move away from Evan, mouthing ' fix yourself up' to him as he went for the door. Castiel tried to hold in his laughter because Evan was looking desperately for something to cover his erection to which he finally decided to hide it with a pillow. Castiel sighs, fixing himself up as well before opening the door. " Hello there little cousin! how are you?" Castiel was greeted with a tight hug from the taller man before him. " I see you've bought the old family home." he lets himself in.

" Balthazar? long time no see... Um... what brings you here? I thought you were on some documentary tour in London..."

" Tour ended early... Bloody cameraman lost his footing and broke his ankle... Besides Gabriel gave me a call two days ago, inviting me on your trip to Rome, I need a vacation from my job anyway."

" You are?... well that's good to hear, please make yourself at home... oh and please don't call me Cas again, I know Gabriel got everyone into that ridiculous nickname but frankly I don't like it."

Balthazar turns to him with a raised brow, " Someone sounds like he's in a rather cranky mood these days..." he removes his overcoat, resting it on the coat hanger before sauntering to the kitchen and helps himself to a glass of scotch. " So, who's the fine gentlemen sitting there so shyly? a roommate?"

As Evan opened his mouth to answer Castiel immediately cuts in, " Yes he is." Evan gives him a look that clearly spoke ' oh come on will you get out of the closet already '. Castiel step into the kitchen and leans against the counter. "... So how's your father?" he asked, anything to break the silence that had lingered for the past ten seconds.

" I'll talk about that later, introduce me to your friend there... I believe he feels left out of our conversation." Balthazar ganders to Evan, Castiel followed and sees Evan just standing in the middle of the living room with his hands buried in his pockets and staring at his feet.

" I'm sorry... Um Evan this is Balthazar Cunningham, my cousin from my moms side... Balthazar this is Evan Wheeler, he's-"

" By the look in your eyes Evan I'd say you're trying to keep yourself from screaming right now..." Balthazar cuts him off, he then peers to Castiel, " I take you two aren't just friends..."

" What do you mean?" Castiel nervously chuckled, looking away to hide the embarrassed blush on his face.

Balthazar's head fell back with a chortle, " Oh dear Castiel, come on I've known for some time now... I'm no imbecile, I've known you were gay since you were fifteen..." he eased his chuckles, then sipped his beverage.

Castiel was now thrown to a whole new level of what the fuck is going on moment, " ... What? how did you figure it out?..."

" I'd like to know that myself." Evan smirked who now made his way towards them and settles in the chair.

Balthazar sits as well and now looked to Evan, " One christmas in this very house, I was here with my college mate and Castiel had quite an admiration for him... I know this because he told me Castiel wouldn't tear his gaze from him haha... not only that, when no one was around Castiel tried tricking the poor bloke into standing under a mistletoe so he could kiss him.." Balthazar went on telling Evan his evidence of Castiel's gay youth, while Castiel glared daggers at his cousin. God he wanted to strangle him right where he sat, but instead he cuts Balthazar's story short.

" Alright we get it! you know I'm gay, now can we please get ready to head for my dad's?" Castiel stomps out the room to get his coat.

" But I got a call from Anna telling me dinner's gonna be here." Evan stated, Castiel froze at the door... Dinner... here? Castiel turns terrifyingly slow towards the kitchen.

" And why was I not told this earlier?..." he asked.

" Because you never asked if we got any calls..." Evan smiles.

Balthazar laughs to that, " I like him already!"

... Later that evening ...

Dinner is like it has always been for Castiel, full of laughter, small talk, teasing arguments about baseball and who's the better team, questions about jobs and how their week was. Yup, this is what he loved, to be with his family. With his eldest brother Michael, their parents were in their mid twenties when he was born. Michael has a great job being an anchorman for the NY1, on the side he was also a writer but never really published any of his stories, he confessed that it was more to ease his boredom.

The second oldest Lucifer who complained a lot about the corruption in modern day society, war and many other things humanity does wrong. He has his own talk radio explaining government issues and other stuff, Castiel listened in every morning, in a way he agreed on Lucifer's assumptions on health crisis's and how hospitals don't cover people who can't afford insurance and are against free health coverage just so the higher ups can keep putting money into their own pockets. All in all Lucifer is a good guy, when it came to family, he loved everyone more than anyone else, especially Michael and Anna.

Of course the middle child Gabriel, that knuckle-head. He always cracked jokes even at the wrong times, not to mention his daily pranks. Castiel can remember from his childhood the many times Gabriel was yelled at by Anna for hanging a fake spider over her bedroom door, or jumping out the closet to scare Michael, or have Lucifer join in on his shenanigans. Recalling himself chasing Gabriel around the house over the blow horn pranks Gabriel did to wake him up. Those were the good old days.

Then there's Anna, the only girl in the family. She really is a sweetheart to her brothers but mostly to Castiel, she raised him during the time their father was busy working at the mill since their mother passed when she was around eight. She works in town as a veterinarian, loves animals, going out for jogs and helping people around the world. Anna is protective, caring and a good listener. She looked so much like their mother, a complete spitting image of her. Except for her eyes, she got them from their late grandfather. Castiel was the one born with their mother's ocean-like eyes and Anna saw a lot of her in him.

Lastly is their father Jacob Novak, sixty-five years old and still going strong, still a hard worker at the mill. Hell people would mistake him for a fifty year old at how much energy he has at his age, he is fit, healthy, he looked a lot younger than he's supposed to and is still quite the eye candy for women younger and older. Like Anna resembling their mother, Castiel got his looks from his dad, to the strong and wise gaze they had in their eyes to the goofy smile when they laughed.

" So Castiel... how is work at the service center?" Jacob asks before taking a bite of his lasagna.

" It's... okay." he replied.

" That's good... I hear you might be coming to Italy with us, have you decided yet?"

" Yes, I will be going with you."

Gabriel pats at Castiel's back, " Awesome! see Dad I told I'd get him to tag along." he says

Jacob smiles warmly, " That's great... I do hope Evan is willing to come as well."

Evan nervously chuckled, " Are you sure Mr. Novak? I mean, I don't want to impose..."

" I insist Evan, you're my son's good friend after all... and please call me Jacob." he answered.

" Wow... thanks Mr.- Jacob, I'm glad to accept."

Balthazar raised his glass of scotch, " Evviva!" ( Cheers)

Everyone raised their cups, " Evviva!"

" Watch out Italy... here we come!" Gabriel says, everyone clanged their glasses together in unison.

...

TBC

I really wanted to start this after I finished Sexy Dice but when my thoughts come to me I must type it... I don't know how long it would take to do Chapter 2... I have my finger crossed hoping this one does pretty good... ciao ciao all