Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, but the story plot is all mine.
Here is my first Destiel fic! I hope you guys like it. Dean nor Cas is in this prologue, but they will be in all the other chapters. I will try to keep them in character as best as i can, so i apologize if they are a little OOC. Just let me know if that ever happens, because I will fix it right away. Thanks, and enjoy this (I hope)!
I want to thank and dedicate this prologue to my wonderful and inspiring beta Stirling Phoenix, because without her this prologue would be shit! XD
Summary: Dean Winchester has it all: money and power. Well, apparently, someone else wants it too, because they've been on a killing spree, and they've set their sights on Dean.
Castiel Novak has been assigned to the case, and has to close it as quickly as possible before some one else dies. Cas also has been assigned to keep an eye on a certain annoying, sarcastic, narcissistic, and completely gorgeous man that drives him up the wall with his craziness. But soon, each of them will discover that everyone has corners of their past that are best left dark, and the answers they both could uncover, if they dig deep enough, will be anything but pleasant.
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Prologue
The night was young, the moon was full, and the young man that stumbled out of his favorite bar was drunk as a skunk, but blissfully happy. The tall man hailed a taxi with a drunken wave, and practically fell into the cab face-first as he tried to climb in.
"Damn, man," the taxi driver laughed after the man gave slurred directions to his uptown apartment, "Good day for you, huh?"
"The fucking best!" the man chuckled in return as he cheered drunkenly in the back seat.
The dark skinned man driving the cab smiled, his broad shoulders moving as he twisted the vehicle's wheel to the right to turn onto another street. "That good?"
"Mhmm," the passenger hummed. "Closed a million dollar deal."
The driver whistled appreciatively. "Wow, man. That IS something to be happy about~," he said as the taxi pulled over to the curb. "Here we are, sir. Hope the rest of your evening is as great as your day was."
The million dollar deal man grinned broadly. "Thanks, man. You too!" He then opened his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. "Here," he murmured, leaning into the front seat, and slapped the crisp bill into the other man's palm before staggering out onto the sidewalk. "Keep the change. G'night."
The taxi driver returned the smile with a tip of his hat. "Thanks, sir. Good night to you as well."
The young man just nodded, and turned to stumble up the steps to his apartment, deeply breathing in the warm Los Angeles air. It took a few tries, but eventually he got his key into the door lock, and hip checked the door.
The man almost face planted into the floor as he tripped over his own feet walking through the doorway, but he caught himself at the last minute. He was giggling to himself as he relocked the door, and clumsily flicked on the light switch before throwing his keys onto a nearby side table next to where he kicked off his shoes.
The happy young man then swayed unsteadily to the kitchen to get a drink of water. After he was satisfied, he turned around had started to head to his bedroom and call it a night, when a shadow in the corner of his eyes caught his attention. He shook his head, chiding himself for having such an overactive imagination, but then jumped, letting out a yelp of surprise as he turned to see a figure standing right behind him.
His heart only calmed down when he saw who it was.
"Whew, it was just you!" he laughed, slurring in relief. "I didn't even hear you come in. You plan on crashing here tonight?"
The man leaned back against the kitchen counter, waiting for an answer. At the his guest's silence, he asked again, this time with more concern in his voice. "Hey, you all right?"
The slick sound of a knife being pulled out of the knife block was his answer as the guest took a deliberate step forward, making the the man back up into the counter behind him..
"W-Whoah, you gonna cook?" the now cornered man asked, his heart thudding crazily against his ribs. Then his eyes widened in shock as the knife was raised, and then plunged down into his chest. He coughed, blood bubbled from his mouth as the knife entered and left his body over and over again.
A nasty gurgling sound came out of the man's throat as he tried to cry, but he could only slump bonelessly to the ground. The killer just grinned as the madness shined brightly in their eyes. As the young man lay on the ground, the knife once again burying itself in his chest, he wondered how he could have missed it before now.
'I'm such an idiot,' was his last thought before the light faded from his eyes, and were left staring unfocused and confused at the ceiling.
okay guys, I hoped you all liked that prologue! Please remember to review and let me know what you think!