Castiel

Castiel hated this town, its old small and surrounded by nothing but forest for hours.

It's isolated; Castiel doesn't understand why his father seemed to like it so much, or why it was necessary to move their family out to the middle of fucking nowhere. To run a bed and breakfast of all things, how was that a good idea, who would want to come all the way out here. To say the least, Castiel is incredibly pissed off, his missed Chicago; he missed his life and his friends.

There was nothing here, no stores other than local run small business which might be good if it didn't look like half of them were empty and out of commission. There was a 'Main Street' which consisted of most of the stores. There were two schools, the elementary and middle school put together and the high school just next door.

Of course, calm unshakeable Jimmy; his twin, had taken this all well. He had never been fond of their home, thinking it was too loud or too crowded. Castiel loved it, there was always somewhere for himself and his small group of friends to hang out, unnoticed and free to photograph whatever they want. Nothing here seemed to be ignored; everyone appeared to know everyone's business, no secrets. Castiel was bored here but Chuck wouldn't hear a word of complaint.

Chuck sighed over his plate of the casserole that 'Linda from the down the road, call out if you need anything' gave them. There were many more despite the fact there were only three houses on this road. "Castiel, why don't you think of the photography? The nature is beautiful here" next to him Becky clucked on to Jimmy about the pottery class she had signed up for at the Art's center.

Cas looked up from his food, and stared down his father "I am thinking about it, there are so many trees you can shoot before they all look the same, I photograph people, dad."

Rubbing his temple Chuck pushed his plate away, "you're just looking for an excuse to hate it here Castiel!" his voice lowered, Jimmy looked at Castiel, silently asking him to back down.

That wasn't going to happen, "It's not like I need to look far, It's been a week and school sucks, the town is suffocating and this whole idea is ridiculous!" he got louder until jimmy was gripping his arm, their blue eyes meeting. Castiel pulled his arm away, making an excuse of unpacking to leave the room. Cas could hear chuck curse and the sound of utensils falling ono a plate. He ignored it and continued to his room.

He stepped over the boxes that he still refused to fully unpack; convinced they would be leaving soon. He walked over to his corkboard where he had pictures pinned. He pulled the one of him and his best friend Meg off the wall. He missed her most of it all.

She was a right bitch but he enjoyed it. Meg described him as a hipster in denial but to be fair, it was her influence that changed him from the button ups and slacks when they had become friends when she moved from Boston in sophomore year. He only really had Jimmy at the time and his friends but then Meg came in like a hurricane, deeming him her new 'BFF' and then on the weekend taking him out to get him to dress in a more flattering way.

The Castiel transformation worked and within six months he had a string of hook ups a minimal amount of partners that lasted for no more than two months and a group of friends that he got into a small amount of trouble with. There was Meg, always Meg. They had a sexual relationship that went alongside their friendship, but that was more like a stress relief between close friends. She wouldn't even sleep with him until he had lost his virginity.

After half an hour of him fixing an adjusting his photo board and setting out all his equipment Jimmy walked into the room, picking up the camera next to Castiel he sat down on the space that it occupied on the bed. "He's right you know" Jimmy told him dryly, "its nice here, with the added security of not getting shot" he looked pointedly at Castiel's left hip.

"You know it wasn't that bad, we weren't careful that's all" he says quietly.

"Cassie, it could have been a lot worse" Jimmy looked away "I was so worried I would lose you, it was a horrible few hours, and Dad felt the same." Castiel looked down, his arms resting on his legs. "Can you just please try to like it here." He patted his back before getting up and leaving the room.

Cas didn't sleep well; he wakes in the night feeling watched. He forgot to close the curtains before he slept, he never did back at home but here it's cold and quiet. The absence outside is disturbing to him so he keeps it closed.

When he got to the window he spotted a flash of red hair and glowing eyes not far from the boundary fence that cuts them off from the forest. He stepped back; he tripped over his feet falling to the ground with a startled yelp. His heart beating in his chest he scrambled back to his feet and looked back out the window.

There was nothing there, he was just seeing stuff. Cas huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

The next morning Cas stepped over a box by the backdoor; he's got his photography bag on his shoulder. Castiel and Chuck had got into another fight. Cas knew he had gone too far this time bringing his mother into it. Jimmy even looked like he was about to hit him. He figured giving them both some time to cool off would be best so he's going to check out the forest. Chuck had been considering a hiking tour for guests so it's worth the look at too see if there's any trails. He jumped the boundary fence, and trudges off into the ferns and bushes.

Dean

Dean's heartbeat slowed as he leans into the grass, taking in the smell of the earth. Overlaying the natural smell of the grass and dirt was the spicy scent he had been tracking since she was spotted last night, near the human settlement no less. Abaddon, he had been instructed only to find her den before returning back to the Pack, he wasn't to outright attack her unless he deemed a threat to the Pack's safety. The sun was past its peak by now and Abaddon seemed to be stalking food as he followed. Dean spied her darkened fur, matted and dirtied with blood, from the underbrush of a grouping of trees and bushes. He watched intently as her red fur gleaning from behind the greenery, intending to get closer he moves forward-

Duh da duh da da

Dean's ears flicked as he turned his head away from Abaddon to find the piercing noise. A person with their head covered with red fabric that also covered their torso. The human stopped to rummage through a bag on their hip, assumingly trying to get to the source of the noise. Dean turned back to Abaddon, she was leaning forward, aimed to spring on the human. Dean looked between the pair; if he stops her he'll reveal himself, not only to Abaddon but also the human. If he doesn't the human dies and possibly more come to look for it.

Either way his Dad's going to kick his ass.

The red figure was pulling a small box out of his bag, there's no chance for them to fight back against a wolf like Abaddon especially with no warning. Fuck it, he thought and launched himself at the human just before the other wolf is able to.

Dean slammed into the human's side brought the both of them both down. Abaddon followed from her hiding place, snarling at Dean. She pulled back her lips to reveal her sharp, yellowed teeth. Dean held himself over the human's body, ignoring its yelling. Abaddon stepped forward, rumbling from her chest.

Dean lowered himself, mirroring her deep rumbling growls. After them both had snapped at each other. Dean took a bite for her neck she backed up evaluating the situation. Dean adjusted himself standing over the human. He attempted to make himself look bigger than her, come on, back down, he wished silently I don't want to die for some human. Their eyes remain locked for a few tense minutes before she stepped back, her head rising higher as she backed away into the greenery before turning and running off.

That could have ended badly if she decided to engage him because honestly, she was way out of his league and would have torn both him and the human apart. Speaking of, he looked down, turning his body slightly. The human, who seems to be male, is whimpering his hands covering his face.

"I can't believe in going to die like this" he whined into the ground.

What a loser, Dean shook his head looked around before stepping off the human. He mustn't have noticed that Abaddon was gone. After a moment he looked up, his face pale, the only colour was the red rimming his eyes, giving a strange appearance paired with his bright blue eyes.

He looked to be around Dean's own age. One thing is obvious, he doesn't look thankful at all that Dean just saved from being killed. Asshole. The boy lifted himself up and shuffled backward on his hands and feet not looking away from Dean. Unimpressed, Dean sat in front of the boy who appeared to be trying to become one with a tree behind him. Dean could leave right now, should leave in fact. However going back to the pack to get torn a new one by John wasn't ideal.

The boy now sat against the tree staring at Dean with a look of apprehension, like he was waiting for Dean to bite him. Maybe he should just to teach the idiot a lesson but at the same time, for some reason something about the boy looking at him in fear doesn't sit right in him.