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My breath came in short, fast huffs leaving a mixture of cold and warm fog in its wake. My arms pumped at my sides as I put one foot in front of the other in a fast motion. The crunch of twigs and leaves under my feet echoed through the trees as I ran. Just behind me more feet and angry barks reached my ears. One boomed the loudest, Raphael.

"Find him, I want him alive!" It was stern, threatening. My heart beat rapidly from fear of being caught.

Something caught my foot when I was distracted and flung my to the ground once I lost my balance. I hit the floor hard, a groan emitted from me, and a sickening crack came from my ankle. A scorching pain shot up my body and a small gasp of pain left my mouth. I looked down and said ankle has already started to swell up. I struggled to get up, but it was fruitless. As soon as I would put pressure on my ankle then I fell right back down. Behind me, the voices and barks grew louder. I search franticly for something, anything to help me.

Thinking fast, I reached for the longest stick that could hold some of my weight, then used it the haul myself off the ground. Limping as fast as I could, I continued to flee from the others. Though, with my slow moving pace due to my ankle, the sounds of them got closer by the minute. An arrow soared through the air and caught my jacket sleeve, which pinned it to a tree.

"Son of a bitch…" I cursed at the object as I tried to pull it out of the tree. It wouldn't budge. I let out a low growl before yanking my arm and I heard the sound of fabric ripping. I looked down at my favorite jacket, gave a scowl, and yanked one more time. I tumbled back as soon as it gave when an arrows soars right next to my head. I grabbed my walking stick and started to hobble off swiftly. More arrows pass by me and with my terrible luck today, pain exploded in my shoulder. I looked down to see an arrow went cleanly through. I let out a painful grunt, and decided there no use in running anymore. I could still fight.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a short, silver blade. I glance at my weapon that I stole from the now dead Uriel.

"Come and get me." I said with danger evident in my voice. About five guards surrounded me and glared.

I lunged at the nearest guard, forgetting all the pain I was in as adrenaline rushed through my veins. I plunged my blade into the neck of the guard and a white light flashes as he fell to the ground, dead. I pulled the blade from his corpse and looked at the next guard.

Four against one, I like these odds. This is what you're good at. A sinister voice bounced around in my head. I quickly shook it away, wanting it to disappear because what it said was the truth. I pushed myself at the other and start to fight for my life and freedom.

A few minutes pasted and five dead bodies lay around me. I glanced at each one with no regret. These bastards deserved it for what they did to me. I winced in pain as I came down from my adrenaline rush and felt my muscles and wounds cry out in protest of any movement. I grabbed my make shift walking stick and got moving again.

I stepped out of the forest and there before me was a highway. I sighed in relief. I leaned against the closest tree to the road and waited for a car to pass by.

Bright headlights shined around the bend of the road, heading towards me. I pushed myself on my supporting tree and stood at the very side of the road in hopes to be picked up. I held up my tired arm, putting up a thumb. The car screeched to a stop a few seconds after it passed me. I took in the details. It was a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, such a beauty if I say so myself. The car backed up and the driver rolled down the passenger side window.

"Are you okay?" A shy, quiet voice came from inside the car. There sat a man about 21, a little younger than me, in the driver's seat. He wore a cream colored trench coat with a blue tie all catawampus. I gave him a smile.

"I could use a ride." My voice cracked slightly from lack of use and I scratched my head in embarrassment.

"Um, sure." He replied a little awkwardly and nervous. The lock on the door popped unlocked and I swung the door open before I planted myself in the seat. "What's your name?" I could tell he was sociably awkward as he tried to make conversation with his shy voice.

"Dean." I said hesitantly, I wasn't completely sure that was my name but I remembered my brother calling me it once or twice. Something flashed in the other's eyes, it looked like confusion.

"I haven't known anyone with a name like that." Was all he said as he glanced at me. A small gasp escaped him mouth as checked out my appearance. "What happened to you? Why all you all bloody?"

I looked down at my shirt and noticed that my clothes were soaked in crimson liquid. My favorite jacket was torn up from the arrow and the fighting.

"Shit, um… What's your name?" I tried to evade the other's question with a question.

"Castiel, are you going to answer my question?" His voice was demanding, but still shy. I didn't even notice how deep and strong it was hidden beneath his quiet one.

"It's not important." I start off, trying to persuade him into leaving it be. "You don't want to know."

The car suddenly jerked to a stop and I received a dark defiant stare. "Out of my car." He demanded.

I opened my mouth to say something however something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. I turned to look out my side window right as a dog leaped towards it. The glass shattered around me. The dog's mouth snapped at me as it tried to wiggle its way into the car to get to me.

"Drive!" I shouted, trying as hard as I could to keep the dog's mouth away from me.

Castiel slammed his foot into the gas causing the dog in the window to roll onto the road. The car zoomed away from the dog. There was dead silence between Castiel and me. I looked down at my arm and noticed blood was running down it. Pain ebbed away as my vision faded in and out.

"Explain." Castiel's voice was far away it seemed and I felt myself bit my lip.

"I ran away from my life, you could say." My voice was quiet and small as I tried to keep my breath under control. A look was sent my way before worry showed on the other's face.

"Are you okay?" I shrugged my shoulders which only caused more pain. My head started to feel dizzy and I finally come to terms what was happening. My shoulder wound was bleeding, bad.

"Son of a…" Was all I could get out before my vision went completely black and I feel into unconsciousness.

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