Title: The Pact (To Live, Love Or Die)
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Lisa, Sam/Jess
Disclaimer: None of these are mine, I'm just having fun the boys and an alternate universe.
Summary: Castiel's life is falling apart and it's when he decides to end it all that he meets a stranger at the bridge who seems to be in the same boat as him. They later form a strange pact that promises their deaths in two months. But until then, they've chosen to live life to the fullest.
Beta: Horselover97
A/N: Hey guys! This is just a short introduction to this new fic that I'm working on, the next chapter shall be up as soon as I'm done trimming the edges! I'd really like to thank my beta, Horselover97 for helping me out with all them grammar mistakes. Any other resulting errors are however, mine. I've based this fanfiction off of a movie I'd watched some time ago. I can't really remember the title and its not in English, so its harder to find. If any of you do know what the name of the movie is, do leave a PM alright? Thanks :)
And I really hope you enjoy this little intro and don't forget to Review!
Castiel doesn't normally watch TV so when he does, he remembers every second of it. He remembers his very first cartoon, his first sitcom and his first ever slasher movie. He remembers having to watch a chick-flick once because Anna had insisted he watched it with her and who was he to refuse his sister? The movie was mostly boring, with too much drama and crying. It was about an orphan girl who had woven big dreams and eventually had them come true.
At the end of the movie, Castiel remembers the saying "You're not an orphan if you have people that love you."
At age 8, that troubled him a lot. Castiel was no orphan. He had a family; a father, brothers and sister. Then why did he feel like one?
Even now, 24 years later, Castiel is haunted by that single quote. It mocks him every morning that he wakes up, has been mocking him since he left his brothers.
"Castiel!" Raphael shouted. "You don't know what you're doing!"
"I do," he whispered back,his left cheek pounding where he had been punched.
"Brother, if you walk out that door, you can never come back," Uriel spat. "Do you understand? You will no longer be part of this family."
Family.
Castiel straightened his back. He looked around, eyes sweeping over the office. He straightened his back and gave a firm nod. Without a glance back, Castiel simply walked out.
It wasn't an easy decision to make. Following his brothers, heeding their orders was all he had ever known to do. It was ingrained in his DNA. Yet, when he had left them, he had felt something. Not nostalgia nor regret, more like a sense of satisfaction. It was what convinced him that he was doing the right thing by leaving.
He know knows how foolish he was, that it was just his pride and stubbornness talking.
"The confirmation e-mail came from the coroner's this morning. He really is dead." Raphael said over the phone. His cold voice made Castiel shiver and he had to bite his lips to keep them from letting out an uncontrolled sob.
"This changes nothing. You are still never to show your face ever again."
The line went dead.
It is a windy night. The streets are busy with cars, roads blocked by traffic. Castiel's world is falling apart but people don't know that. They continue on their journey home, not taking notice of the man in the tan trench coat who has a look of pure devastation across his face. Castiel is exhausted and cold. He is standing at the edge of Stull Bridge. There are less people here, just a bunch of homeless people drinking their problems away. The wind from the vast river below him blows mercilessly. He wraps his coat tighter around him, and then laughs bitterly to himself. Here he was; ready to jump to his death and Castiel was bothered by the cold!
Castiel inches forward. He has already climbed over the ledge and is now only a few centimeters away from falling off the edge. The waves below are crashing together loudly and Castiel wonders if his death would be immediate.
"Need a push?"
Castiel startles and almost slips off the bridge. He clings onto the ledge on reflex and his heart beats even faster than before.
"Wh-what?" he whispers to himself. The man sitting a few feet away, whom he initially thought was just another homeless man, flings his legs from over the ledge and stands up beside him. He was in the shadows at first but now he stands closer and the light from the nearby street lamps fall on his face. Castiel gasps softly because he thinks for a moment that seconds before jumping to his death, he is meeting an angel. The man standing in front of him is beautiful, bathed in a pearly white glow. He has features that look like they've been carved out of stone and his green eyes sparkles even from the distance. He looks at Castiel and smirks, but the slight swaying if his body and the almost empty bottle in his hands tells him that the man's drunk.
"I could push you if you want," he slurs a little. "You look like you need it."
Castiel is too speechless to come up with a reply. His grip on the railings tightens as a sudden fear of the man and his words creep up to him. The man simply shrugs at the lack of response and then to Castiel's surprise, steps closer to the edge, feet peeking over the slab of cement.
"Suit yourself, man. You could just watch first." He watches wordlessly as the man before him leans back and prepares to launch himself into the deep waters below. He doesn't know why but Castiel is so tempted to reach out and simply stop him from doing so. But before Castiel is able to cry out, the two of them are suddenly drenched in bright white light.
"Alright, break it up, the two of you!" a policeman shouts from afar, waving his torchlight at them. "Nobody's jumping off that bridge tonight," he warns in a threatening voice.
With shaking hands, Castiel hauls himself up and lands rather clumsily onto the other side of the bridge. He stumbles for a moment but feels strong hands on his shoulders, steadying him. He shivers at the touch.
"Well, see you around, or not, I suppose," the man chuckles bitterly. Castiel nods silently and before he knows it the man is turning around and walking away.
Castiel is still trembling slightly as he still feels the ghost of the touch on his shoulders and the warm breath that skittered across his face when the man had laughed. Those green eyes seemed to be gazing back at him each time he blinks. The whole encounter with him makes Castiel momentarily forget about his misery and the reason why he had been at the bridge in the first place. Which is why, just when Castiel isn't ready for it, a car speeding on the highway swerves and hits him. Castiel is thinking about the irony of it all as he flies a few feet and crashes onto the ground. He is still thinking when the darkness envelopes him and the throbbing in head increases in intensity.