It was piercing, the cold that is. It wasn't something that much bothered Castiel though. He knew exactly what he was doing this evening and had prepared and planned well. A luxurious, tan trench coat stocked with knives. He wore a dress shirt and tie under it to lure innocents. Or just an innocent. One would do. He'd just have to make it last longer.
Snow crunched under his feet as he approached the side of the highway and hiked out his thumb. He didn't often bother looking at road signs but last time he had checked he was in Wyoming, maybe it was Colorado by now. Anyway, it didn't matter. A kill was a kill. And as a sleek, black car pulled up besides him, he started counting the minutes until blood coated his pale fingers again.
Cas' icy blue eyes scanned over the car and it's driver. The Car was old, a classic muscle car. He couldn't tell which one though, he's never been into cars. The man inside had a nice smile, Castiel noted. He had pretty green eyes, Castiel made a mental note not to gouge them out. It'd be a shame to ruin such pretty eyes.
"Name's Dean," he called opening the door for Castiel. "Hop in."
Castiel climbed in without a word and shut the door. The seats were soft leather and the radio was vintage with the car and tuned to a rock station.
"You like Black Sabbath?" Dean asked, he turned the music down a bit so they could carry on their conversation.
"I've always been more of a Cake and Nirvana kind of guy myself," Castiel answered honestly.
"Well everyone's entitled to an opinion, even if it's wrong," Dean retorted. Castiel rolled his eyes. Dean must have caught it firing back, "I give you a ride in my Baby and you insult my music and I don't even know your name. I don't think that's quite right."
"It's Castiel, and I wasn't insulting. I was letting you have your opinion, even if it's wrong."
Dean opened his mouth to make a comeback but after a moment of thought he closed it and let the silence press. Trees illuminated by headlights and the dashed white line of the one way road whizzed by Dean's car speed along. Castiel feigned cold hands and stuffed them in his pockets. His hand concealed in his jacket he caressed the hilt of his favorite blade. He was just itching to mark up Dean pretty little face. Except those eyes, it'd be a sin to touch them.
"So Cas, where are you headed?" Dean inquired.
"Away," Castiel breathed "I don't care where but anywhere is better than here."
It was partly true. That was how his journey had begun. The ambition to escape and find oneself. Except Castiel found himself in an entirely different way than expected.
"I'm on my way to meet up with my brother. Little Sammy managed to get himself in trouble and now I have to get him out."
"That's very kind of you," Castiel stated. "I don't know so much that my siblings would do that for me."
The tree line thinned considerably as they approached a small town. Most of the homes and shops were dark at this late hour, but off the main road a gas station remained open. Dean signaled to get off the highway and entered the small town. His car wove through the streets like a predator stalking its prey as he approached the gas station. Dean pulled up next to one of the pumps.
"I gotta get some fuel and take a leak. Need anything?" He asked shutting off the car.
Castiel nodded his response of "no" before Dean left, shutting the door heavily. When he was sure Dean was in the store Castiel pulled the blade from his jacket. He ran its fingers over the blade's flat and delicately traced the serrated edge. His hands were calm but his heart was racing. Odd as it was, he always got like this before a kill. His body flooded with adrenaline, begging and preparing for the next hit. He heard the faint slap of shoes on concrete signaling Deans return long before the car door opened.
"Damn, it's cold," Dean muttered, his hands moving towards the ignition.
Quick as lighting Castiel's arm flew into the air, the blade like an extension of his arm. The razor edge landing mere centimeters from Deans throat.
"Well," Dean stated matter o' factly "this is a bit awkward."
He slowly moved his hands down to the side compartment on the car door. He reached in a pulled out a shiny handgun. Castiel pressed the blade closer to Deans neck causing a thin line of blood pearls to surface. Dean looked like he wanted to laugh but the knife was preventing him.
"I was going to kill you," Dean mocked.
Castiel analyzed his surroundings. There must be a mistake. The coding of the universal missed a digit. He was careful. He had waited. He... He... Hadn't bothered to take a closer look at Dean's face. The dim light provided on the highway had obscured it but now with the harsh fluorescent light of the gas station flooding in he could see it. This man went on rampages. Mass shooting, whole families slaughtered, Dean was a living nightmare.
"You're the Demon Killer," Castiel gasped.
It was the nickname the News had given him after he had filmed himself killing a woman and her children in a what looked like some kind of ritual. Through out the entire film the camera angle made it look like his eyes were pure black.
Dean took advantage of Castiel's moment of distraction, grabbing for Castiel's hand at his throat. He slammed it down on the steering wheel, the impact made the knife pop out of Castiel's hand. Dean raised his gun and pointed it at a now defenseless Castiel.
"And they don't have a name for you yet do they, Cas?" Dean cocked the gun. "But I know you're the one who's been dropping bodies along highways at night. Yeah, you're good. Take and dump the car each time, clean kill, no survivors. But you know what? I knew it was you before you pulled that knife on me. I knew it the second you got in my car. You see, when you spend almost your whole life around other killers you get to recognize the differences between them and normal folk real quick. Sometimes it the way they talk or how clean they keep their rooms, but with you, it's in your eyes."
Castiel glared at him with hate. He hated he had given himself away. He hated that he was in a weak position right now. He hated he hadn't seen the same signs in Dean's pretty, green eyes.
"I'll tell you what," Dean said uncocking the gun "since I'm a fan of your work. I gotta say, the wings are nice touch. I think you have potential, I'll help you get that name. But you have to prove yourself. Sammy got himself in an ass load of trouble and I can use all the help I can get. So if you help me get him out and you can run with us for a bit."
Castiel weighed his options. Refuse and Dean would probably kill him. Try to run and Dean would definitely kill him. Attack? No, his best weapon sat in Dean's lap and the next best thing he had was a his back up switch blade. That left only one option then.
"Yeah alright, where's your brother anyway?" He tried to sound nonchalant, like his heart wasn't jacked up on adrenalin.
Dean smiled as he handed Cas back his knife. "California, he was selling drugs in college to make a little side money when he got busted." Dean put the gun safely back in its side compartment before revving the engine to life.
"So we have to break him out of jail? I'm sure that won't be hard for you." If Cas recalled correctly Dean was quite good with pyrotechnics.
"Oh no, it's not that easy. The Infernum Nocte gang have him."
Dean pulled out of the gas station's parking lot as a speed so great the car got on two wheels. In a matter of seconds they were on the highway again and heading West. Cas prepared himself for a bumpy ride.
May or may not be a one shot. Idk yet. If you guys like it I'll add to it but if not I'll leave it as is.