Chapter 1

Bored.

That's what Castiel Novak is, bored. He is bored and crazy since no sane man refers to himself in third person. I'm bored, as I made it clear; I thought that by this time in my life I would've been in an awesome relationship and in an awesome job, but look at me! I'm a freaking cashier a Gas-N-Sip and the day has never been slower.

How did I get here? How did I get from a rich family to working at a gas station wearing tacky blue vests? Oh yeah my family are a bunch of homophobic dicks with the exception of my older brother Gabriel. He's the brother anyone can ask for. If he were to come in right now and saw me leaning against the counter twiddling my thumbs he wouldn't care, not one bit. He'd just buy candy, give me a hug and be on his way.

There's a reason why my life wasn't complete shit and it's due to my ability. I'm not a mutant or anything but I was born with an ability. It's not rare to have an ability but it's not common either. I have the ability of healing; I can heal myself and others even to the point of death, impressive right? Well my parents thought so too. They believe it was a gift from god himself, that I should be using it to heal people like an angel…..like a doctor. They created high expectations for me not caring if it was something I wanted to do with my life. It's not that I don't want to heal people it's just I know I'm meant for something more even if it sounds cheesy as hell.

My family is what except out of any religious family; strict, no fun and most of all homophobic. Ever since I came out they have been extremely passive-aggressive more aggressive then passive toward me. They said the stereotypical insults saying I would go hell if I were ever to lay with another man, that I'm sick and I need help, that since god gave me such an amazing gift the devil felt the need to tempt me blah blah blah. The worst though was my mother, she would be crying hysterically and would start hitting herself on the head murmuring how she failed me, that she could've prevented this if she were a better mother, it was awful. I've never been close to anyone in my family, with the exception of Gabriel, but seeing my mother cry made my heart clench painfully. Back then I would've done to gain my mother's approval so I did what any other kiss ass would do, I lied. I told her I was lying and was testing my parent's faith and I would be the doctor she would want me to be and all that type of bullshit. The result was immediate she quickly cleaned herself up, laughed it off then hugged me saying that she was proud of me and that I would the best doctor/healer the world has ever seen ohhh ahhh. I think she even said something along the lines of 'bringing honor to the family'. I didn't even think she knew the movie Mulan!

I was startled out of my thoughts when I heard a loud thump outside. I stood up and looked out to see today's newspapers stacked in front of the store. I left the counter and headed outside to retrieve the papers. As I brought them in and put them on stand where they belong, I grab one for myself along with a cup of coffee. Only god knows that if I'm gonna be working all day I might as well be awake for it even if the coffee is crappy. I lift my feet up and place them on the counter, leaning back on my chair.

The paper says there's a serial killer on the loose, says that his kills are ruthless and merciless. His name is Dean Winchester and in the front of the page there's a really badly drawn sketch of him. I sigh and throw the paper face up on the counter while leaning back and finishing my coffee. Soon I get consumed by my thoughts, I mean I'm not sure why but I'm wasn't really concerned about the serial killer, weird right? I'm not scared like I'm supposed to be it's probably because of the inner thrill I get knowing danger is out there. Honestly it's not only today I've been bored, I've actually been bored my entire life and was heading towards more boredom if I didn't drop out of Doctor College. Thank god I did.

My life consisted of business meetings, formal gatherings and fixed up dates with rich spoiled assholes. Yeah I'm from that type of family, boring! All of my life I've been searching for an adventure, something to get the blood pumping in my veins and feel the adrenaline coursing though my body. I thought I found that in high school by dating the school's bad boy but all I got from him was a lousy lay. I look back at the paper and start thinking about the serial killer roaming these parts of Illinois, Dean Winchester. On the run, serial killer and FBI's most wanted. God the adventures he must go on a daily basis I mean yeah he's a killer and whatnot but he must have his reason for killing. Wait- why am I defending a serial killer I have never met?

Back on track, the rush he must get from being chased from the police, successful murders done one after the other and getting away with it all. Hey this doesn't mean I'm gonna become a serial killer myself, I don't have the skills or techniques to become one and hey isn't that a messed up thought. I chuckle to myself I can't be a killer not because it's wrong to kill but because I don't have the skills. To be honest I think some killings are justified, some people just deserve it, the bad guys, rapists and perverts deserve it. Then there are the people who don't, like children and innocents. I see the world as white and black, good and bad, killers and need to be killed.

Growing up with the family I had has made me cold-hearted and realistic to these truths. I don't like to think that everyone has good in them like Clark Kent but I like to think that everyone has bad in them. That everyone has the terrible, disgusting, grotesque side to them. That side they don't show to people in fear of being viewed as a monstrosity. Only a few group of people display that side and those people are our dear murderers, rapists, sadists and psychopaths. Then there are our people who actually try their best to overcome it all, to overcome the monstrosity that is humanity. That 1% who try to do good, to get therapy and to work out their issues but sadly it would all have been for nothing, why? Because the 99% will always win, corrupt and defile.

Wow no wonder I'm single. I chuckle to myself and start to shake off these thoughts currently brewing in my mind. This is why I shouldn't be left alone for so long I get very terribly morbid. Just as I'm about to sink back in my black hole of despair the bell rings, signaling that someone just entered the store. It was a man in a brown leather jacket and judging by where I'm standing about 6'1 feet tall with short brown almost blondish hair and this is all I gathered from looking at his back.

I looked away there's no reason be to over analyzing the only man who has come to the store today. I stood up turning my back to counter and began stretching my stiff muscles leaning on the counter all day will do that to you. When I started stretching my arms I felt my dress shirt ride up a bit, exposing my toned stomach and back. Just as I was about to bend down and stretch my legs I see someone at the counter. It's the man, I mean who else, and he was smirking while traveling his eyes all over my body.

"Well, don't let me stop you. Please continue I was admiring the view." As I started making my way over to the counter I could feel the beginning of a blush etch onto my face. I smile to myself and look at the man and go figure the man is gorgeous, although he looks familiar in a certain way. He has bright green eyes like those of an emerald, a fine chiseled jaw that looks like it can cut stone, bright pink lips as if he was chewing on them all day not to mention the cute freckles decorating his face. If I'd stared long enough I would've started counting them, speaking of which I realized I've been starting at his face for way to long and duck my head. I began checking out his items but the thing was I could feel him watching my every move, never looking away. The longer he looked the redder I felt my face become. When I'm done bagging his items I finally look back at the man and was surprised to find a hungry gaze looking my way.

"T-that'll be $19.98." I stuttered out, face burning red.

Suddenly he starts to lean over his face getting progressively closer to mine and I let him, which is a bit weird since I have only known this stranger for half a minute. Just as he was about to say something the screeching of cars outside make him halt. I could finally breathe properly but when I looked outside to my surprise the store's gas station lot is full of police cars and policemen.

I was confused, what was going on? The stranger saw the confusion on my face and spoke "It looks like they found me."

He spoke with ease that I couldn't help and tilt my head more in confusion. "W-what do you mean 'they found you'?" I stuttered out again.

Suddenly it hit me I looked down at the newspaper, the stranger following my gaze, and raised my eyebrows in realization. I looked back up again and found the man to be smiling.

"You're a smart one aren't you? Hot and smart. I like it." He spoke with a purr in his voice. He stood up straight, still looking at me in the eye, and spoke "I guess I should introduce myself?" he held out his hand "I'm Dean Winchester and those cops out there are here for me and I bet you know the reason why." He finishes with a wink.

I guess this day isn't going to be as boring as I thought.