A/N: Yo! This is my very first fanfic :) This is based off of a tumblr post I saw... I really liked the idea and so did a few other people. So, if it's bad, be brutally honest in the comments and I'll stop ruining a beautiful plot! I am a very big Destiel supporter, btdubs, soooo... yeah. Whatevs. If you like it, be brutally honest about that also, please! Big hugs to all.
"Son of a bitch," muttered Dean as he rifled through the files. The paper files that incriminated Dean. Those files. The owner was a reporter who had too close of a run in with Dean on one of his… uh… business' business. But yet, not close enough – the reporter had gotten away with footage of his FACE. His face on camera was not a good thing. It had never happened before. Now the reporter was considered a freaking nationwide hero. They had "WANTED: DEAN WINCHESTER" plastered all over the country. Being a serial killer was sometimes really annoying.
Now it was the reporter's time to die, and she knew it. She – the reporter – had some other footage of some other killer, who called himself "The Angel" or whatever, which was also over the news. Dean didn't really care. He was "The Hunter," man. HE was the best, obviously in both name choice and everything else. Anyway, the reporter knew she was being hunted, so she was in Witness Protection, assuming it would protect her. Dean chuckled to himself. It was kind of cute how people would think they could get away from him.
The TV in the empty office building he was in was blasting the news, talking about Dean, of course.
"Now that the serial killer who identifies himself as "The Hunter" has been identified as a man named Dean Winchester, FBI is now working on naming the other well-known killer, "The Angel.""
Dean stopped what he was doing. Did they really just pass over him like that? Were they really focusing on the angel dude? What was he doing going through the reporter's files if police had already found out who he was? He spun to look the security camera in the face from across the room. He pushed the file drawer back in, and he slowly walked over to the camera. He paused for a moment.
"You're never gonna catch me. Also, I'm still better than you, Angel," he said. Then he winked, and ran out of the room.
He liked to hum as he worked, especially when he knew he did such a good job. The reporter was dead. The footage she had gotten had been all over the news for the past few days, and he just got hold of her. He was happy, and he was sure The Hunter would be pretty happy; at least, happy that she was gone. Or maybe he wanted to do it. Oh well. It was done now, and it had been fun. Castiel always thought that the Hunter – or Dean Winchester (an interesting name) – and he would get along quite nicely, killing and whatnot. Castiel had never had a friend before; all the kids kind of ran away from him when he was younger, they always said he was 'scary.' So when he hit the teen years, he was always disappearing and reappearing, seemingly at will. He moved out as soon as he could, and he'd been "the Angel" ever since. He didn't really have an interesting background – if Hunter did, he'd like to hear it sometime. As friends.
What was he gonna do with this body? He had stabbed her 27 times, and at the most cliché place in the world: an alleyway. Unfortunately, he realized that not to get caught, he had to just stuff it in the dumpster. Also cliché, and rather sad… what a work of art wasted. But there was nothing else he could do.
After making sure that the body was hidden but could also be found, he quickly took off his gloves and his rain poncho (he learned the hard way to always use it), replacing it with the long-coat he always wore. He scratched at his beard, rolling his shoulders back. He quietly snuck out of the alley, coming out onto a crowded sidewalk. He walked into a nearby outlet store, with only a few employees in it, their eyes glued to the television hanging above the counter. The newsperson seemed very serious. Castiel caught some of what was going on:
"…claiming that police would 'never catch' him, and that he was 'better than Angel.' Let's look at the footage that the security guards found later that day."
Castiel watched as a clip of "The Hunter" truly showed him saying that he was uncatchable and that he was "still better than you, Angel."
Castiel was a bit taken aback, but he didn't know why. Surprised that he was addressed personally by Dean Winchester, he supposed. He already had nationwide recognition, why not from another psychopath?
"…as a man named Castiel Collins." The Angel was called out of his reverie and stared dumbly at the TV screen as a sketching of a man that looked a lot like him was shown. He slowly turned to the security camera, and smiled broadly. Then he ran out of the store, and by the time the cashiers looked at the door, he was gone.
A/N: Okay... off to a rather shaky start, no? ;) But hopefully it'll get better. Yay for your reading this! And thank you!