*Gasp* A non Dean/Castiel fan fiction.

That's right, my Castiel is straight.

I stared the demon straight in the eyes. He was chained down to a chair, in the middle of the devil's trap, gagged. I stood a few feet in front of him, holding the book that contained the exorcism I needed. My breathing was still heavy and a few drops of blood leaked on the floor, ever so steadily. He smirked under his gag, knowing I was injured more than I led on. I glanced down at the book I was holding.

"Crux.. Sancta.."

I looked back up at him, to my surprise, his focus had turned terrified, staring at something behind me. I immediately pull my gun out and flew around. There stood a very handsome man, with black hair and blue eyes. He was dressed like a tax collector after a long day. I narrowed my eyes, taking a step back.

"Who the hell are you?"

I knew I was in the devil's trap, I was safe.

"I was sent to assist you. You have been chosen."

I scoffed, trying to quell my fears. One demon was too close for comfort and if he got loose, there was no way I could fight them both off.

"Sorry, but, I kill your kind, not join the recruiting program."

"I am not a demon."

"Oh? Then, this will just hurt like hell."

I fired my gun and he didn't so much as flinch. He showed no signs of wounds either.

"What the hell are you?"

I took another step back, a little woozy this time and looked at my demon hostage. His eyes were bulging as he stared at our visitor. Whatever he was, he was making my demon piss himself. I didn't like this.

"I am an angel of the Lord."

My heart began to pound as I backed away again. I was now side by side with my hostage.

"Bullshit. I'm the last person heaven would assist."

He took a step forward, a perplexed look on his face.

"You are still his servant. It is now time to accept his calling."

"No! I don't believe you. If you're an angel, then, prove it."

"Very well."

Huge black wings suddenly jutted from behind him. My hostage started screaming behind his gag. Terror washed over me. It was written all over my face and I couldn't hide it anymore.

"That doesn't prove anything. Step into the devil's trap, if you can."

"Why must you continue to deny?"

"Maybe it's just my nature."

He was gone in an instant, then, standing right next to me. My hair blew back and I nearly jumped out of my skin, letting out a startled gasp. He placed his hand on my captives head and the screaming demon was suddenly silenced, slumping over, as something shot out of his body.

He exorcised him with only a touch.

My knees gave way and he was there to catch me.

"Now, do you believe?"

"Stay.. away from me."

My threat came out as a plea. He didn't say anything as he placed his hands on me. In the next instant, there was a glow and all my pain stopped. I tore away from him and made my way across the room, my hands over my head, my back turned to him.

"Go away."

"I cannot."

I suddenly turned around, furious.

"Go away!"

He was standing, his gaze fixed on me.

"My orders are in place."

"I don't need this shit. I don't need your help."

"You have been called to serve."

"Stop saying that! I am no longer his servant."

"You may have turned you back on him, but, he has not abandoned you. He heard every prayer-"

I marched over, throwing my book in my canvas bag, tucking my gun back into my pants, and throwing the bag over my shoulder. Tears stung my eyes and a few ran down my face.

"You want to help, get rid of that body. The last thing I need is the cops on my ass too."

He nodded and I turned my back to him, walking away. But, at the sound of wind- wings, I turned. He and the body were gone. I huffed, angrily marching back to my car.

I gnawed on my thumb and I sped down the dark road. I was scared, more than anything. That God existed, that angel's existed and I had become a blip on their radar. I wasn't sure I believed in God anymore and even if I did, I had turned my back on him long ago.

You may have turned you back on him, but, he has not abandoned you.

"Shut up."

I needed to get him off of my ass too. Angel boy won't disobey his orders. But, I sure as hell will.

Defy God?

"No, it's not God. It's one angel."

If I even believed that much. God, this is so fucked!

"I disposed of the body."

I jumped at the new voice and body next to me, causing my car to serve. I quickly straightened the car, but, slowed way down.

"What the hell do you think your doing? Get out!"

I eternally squirmed as his eyes locked on me.

"I will not leave your side. I have -"

"I know, I know. Orders. But, guess what? I don't care. I don't care if I have orders. I refuse."

"Why do you openly defy the Lord?"

I was silent for a few moments.

"If you hang around, bigger and badder demons will come after me. You'll get me killed."

"It's my job to protect you."

"Why?"

My voice had turned very venomous, very quickly.

"Your actions have turned suicidal."

"Why do you care? Why does he care?!"

"Everyone deserves a chance at redemption."

I was getting very frustrated at him.

"Stop dodging my damn question. Why, out of all the people on the planet, did he choose me?"

"Your father was our servant, however, he died before serving his-"

"My father was a delusion man who sold his soul to a demon."

"Your father was a warrior. When he died, the powers that was bestowed to him were passed to you."

I suddenly made a sharp u-turn in the road, then, turned down a street.

"Where are you going?"

I didn't answer him. I didn't want to. I wanted him to disappear and never come back. My father had died three years ago, selling his soul to save me from a demon. That very night, the demon went back, killing my mother and my older sister. After that, I dedicated my life to hunting down and killing him. A year ago, I finally found that bastard. I didn't feel like a burden had been lifted. All I felt was an empty hole. So, I dealt with it the best way I could. The way I was dealing with it now. I turned the corner and pulled into the bar.

"Go do something enlightening for a few hours."

I turned off the car and slammed the door. He was right beside me.

"Go away."

"I cannot."

"There's no demons here."

"This place still possesses a threat. It is immoral."

Right on cue, I got a few catcalls thrown in my direction.

"I'm immoral. You on the other hand, have no reason to be in a bar."

"You're my reason."

I sighed, as I walked up to the bouncer. He looked angel boy up and down.

"He's with me."

"You sure?"

I looked back at him, amusement filling my face.

"I've.. never seen this man before in my life."

I flashed him a smile, before running up the steps. He called out my name a few times. The sound of him and the bouncer made my smile grow even bigger. I sat down at the bar, ordering a Bourbon on the rocks.

"And keep em coming."

"Rough day?"

"Exceedingly."

"Men?"

I shot him a look as he handed me my drink.

"I don't need a psychiatrist, just the drink."

"Fine, fine. What about you?"

I took a drink, downing the entire thing when I heard his voice.

"No, thank you."

I rolled my eyes, as I received fresh Bourbon.

"You're very annoying, angel boy. Leave the bottle, I can afford it."

"Yes, ma'am."

I took a smaller drink, then turned to the thorn in my side.

"What is your name anyway?"

"Castiel."

His eyes were locked on mine, I could tell he was very uncomfortable right now. I almost felt bad for him.

"Hmm."

I finished off my second drink and poured myself another.

"Does that help with the pain?"

I started on my third one. He was going to cause me to get drunk very fast tonight.

"Helps me forget, for a few hours anyway."

"You don't need to forget. You need to -"

"Don't even think about preaching to me."

I finished my third drink, then, quickly, my fourth.

"You need help."

"I have help. Barkeep! Time to be my psychiatrist!"

"You cannot find help in this place."

I just took another drink, as the bartender came over.

"What could be troubling such a beautiful girl?"

"I am an alcoholic because I have a gigantic hole inside me and I fill it with booze and men. My friend here, who is a very devote Christian, thinks I need real help, what do you say to that?"

"I'd say, have another drink and come home with me tonight. If he was as Christian as you say, he wouldn't be here, now would he?"

Castiel straightened and my smile quickly faded, as I took another drink.

"I am here because she needs protection from the temptations in this place."

"She's a grown woman! Leave her be."

"She is a child."

I rolled my eyes, taking another drink and pulling out my wallet and handing him a fifty.

"Thank you for your services."

"You gonna be around later on tonight? I get off at four."

I looked up at him, handsome, tall, buff, and covered in tattoos.

"I'll be here."

"You will not lay a hand on her."

Castiel's look had turned very intimidating, but, the bartender didn't care. He just waved him off, as he poured me another round.

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I stared at the over half empty bottle, before taking another chug out of the bottle.

"You're intoxicated."

"Shhut up, angel boy."

My speech was slurred and everything was beginning to double.

"My name is Castiel."

"Whatever."

I waved my arm and nearly fell off of the stool. He grabbed my arm, steadying me.

"You have had enough."

My feeble attempts to stop him from taking the bottle were not even phasing him. Castiel pulled the bottle back, as Shaun, the bartender tried to take it away too.

"Come on man. Stop being such a prick."

"She is close to passing out."

"Aaam not. How long til.. you get off?"

"Pretty damn quickly after you take off those clothes."

I smiled and somehow, was on the bar floor. I groaned, meeting Castiel's gaze. He reached down and everything went black.

Sam and Dean will come into play later. When I wrote this story, I kept her name out of the story for a few chapters, just to annoy the person I was writing this for. Now, I annoy you :)

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