Author's Note

Back again with another fic, hopefully you'll like it. I remember I originally wrote this with different characters years ago and have now decided how it'll work with Dean and Castiel :)

Anyway; R&R

-Jess

"Have a good night Castiel! See you tomorrow!"

Castiel resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he had lost count the amount of times he had heard that line. Sure sometimes it changed according to who was there to close up. For the past three years he had been slaving away at the coffee shop making only enough to get through the month. Leaving him with enough wages to pay for his rent and mere essentials to survive on.

In all honesty Castiel had always been unsure of where his life would take him yet… he had intended his job at the coffee shop would only be temporary although before he realised it he had blinked and three years of his life had already gone by.

"Yes. I will see you tomorrow." He smiled at his younger colleague who was in mid process of pulling on her gloves and woollen hat over her head to protect herself against the bitter December coldness. "Are you sure you want to wait by yourself?" his colleague nodded her head quickly. "Castiel, I'll be fine. How about I text you when I get home just to put your mind at rest?" with narrowed eyes he agreed watching as she turned and walked across the deserted road towards the bus waiting stop. For several moment he contemplated waiting with her whether she wanted it or not. Castiel had never been much of a sociable person even as a child he preferred to keep himself to himself much to the annoyance of his parents and siblings. But as soon as he grew up Castiel realised he yearned for company of people yet he still found himself struggling to communicate

As Castiel walked the same route he always walked to and from work, he constantly found himself wondering what his life could have been like if he had taken the courageous step forward and went on to further education, or hell even University, sometimes he had no idea why he tortured himself with his pathetic 'what ifs'. He dug out his apartment keys from his jacket finding it as usual dark with no one to greet him, he found it ever depressing that he left for work early in the morning and returned late at night. He could not recall the last time he had even spoken to his neighbours.

He climbed the stairs to the third floor to his apartment hearing the occasional sound of the evening news announcement, or a baby crying from Mrs Number so and so. He glanced around quickly a strange tingle running up his spine, like someone was watching him. Not that he was privy to paranoia he walked to the end of the corridor and checked out the window. "Idiot." He murmured under his breath as he proceeded to unlock his apartment door. He was greeted by the similar silence yet it seemed far to still almost like…

Before he could even react a strong hand clamped onto his shoulder spinning him around and slamming him into the nearby wall so hard that sheer impact made everything go black all around him.

Castiel had no idea how long he had been unconscious, his heart pounded painfully in his chest when he remembered what exactly had happened, he found himself leaning against the sofa and the cold chaffing of metal around his wrists. His eyes shot around his small apartment to find the TV on, the sound loud enough to stop any curious neighbours attempting to hear conversations. He swallowed nervously when a shadowed moved from the corner.

"Wh-Who are you?" his voice shook the fear evident as a small sound escaped his throat when the shadow moved from the corner to the window and peeking out quickly. Castiel squinted in an effort to see more of the shadow. "Take what you want, just don't hurt me."

A deep chuckle left the shadow, the sound thick and warmed Castiel at the base of his spine. "You really haven't got any worth taking." The warmth left Castiel as he stiffened at the blatant insult. "Although…" the shadow finally took his place in the limited light giving Castiel the chance of finally seeing him.

"…I wouldn't mind taking you along for a ride, don't worry I would never hurt a hair on your gorgeous head." He took a step forward towards Castiel and knelt down in front of him. "Still so pretty." The words were whispered as rough fingers traced over Castiel's cheek. "Remind me of your name beautiful?" Castiel shuddered and attempted to pull away from the contact. "Oh don't be like that beautiful." The man smirked a little, but looked away quickly towards the door as a sound drifted past. "Are you expecting anyone?" Castiel quickly shook his head as he stared transfixed into the dark green eyes. "Good, now where were we?"

"My name?" his voice cracked under the pressure as the man took in all of Castiel's features, the man nodded a small smile finding it's place. "Yeah, your name?"

"Castiel. My name is Castiel."

He had no idea what made him tell the man his name, yet he found himself transfixed by the man's green eyes. They had an almost hypnotising effect what made him want to blurt everything about himself. 'At least someone will be listening.' Although he couldn't place it, there was something familiar about this man. What is was he still couldn't place his finger on it.

The man nodded standing up to check behind the closed curtain, he visibly saw the man stiffened at whatever he had saw. The man turned to Castiel once again and placed a single finger on his lips signalling silence, slowly his hand disappeared and reappeared this time holding a gun loosely. Castiel tried to hold back a small whimper at the sight of the weapon but failed when the whimper turned into sob. "Oh don't worry beautiful, this isn't for you." He used the nozzle of the gun to peek through the curtain staring out for several moments before turning his back on Castiel and hiding the gun in the small of his back. Discreet and hidden. "How did you get in here?"

He shook himself trying to dispel the feeling of fear racing through his body now he knew this man was holding a weapon, he wanted to do everything possible not to piss him off. Even though the man seemed sane there could be anything to turn things negative. "Your bedroom window," the man eyebrows rose suggestively. "You might need to speak to your landlord about that, because you never know who might just slip in when you're sleeping at night Cas."

His heart lurched at the variety of images flicking in and out of his mind at the man's words. 'What did he just call me?' his heart hammered painfully in his chest because there was only one person who ever called him 'Cas' and there was only one person he allowed to call him that.

"Dean? Is that you?"