Hey everybody!

A/N: This fanfiction was written in three days. So I am sorry if there is some mistakes. I really do try to correct my fanfictions the best I can but it's easy to miss some mistakes. And since I do those corrections alone, it can happen often. Now that you are warned about this little thing. I will continue to explained a few things.

In this fanfiction the only thing that I am fairly sure about, is the places. I did some research on this subject. Of course do not take any of this story seriously since it's only a invented story.

I do not own any of the characters, only the story itself since I invented it.

Those characters will probably be OOC (out of character). And as you will realize if you read the story, there is a lot of AU (alternate universe), like some sort of criminal AU, some human AU and mechanic AU (as a job).

Rating M for violence, language, self-harm and some scenes.

Now you may read in peace. Talk to you tomorrow, bye!

Fake crime

Chapter 1: I need to run.

By pure luck, he was dressed in black. He was slightly invisible in the night with his raven hair, black trench coat, dark jeans and grey t-shirt. He ran between the buildings and tried to escape the cops who were running after him. He looked around and he felt his legs beginning to feel more tired from all the running. They would get him if he weren't careful.

He hadn't do anything but the police officers didn't want to hear him. He couldn't talk or explain himself and he was going to visit the prison. Sure he would have understood if he really had did something wrong but nothing had been his fault. This man who he thought was his friend had all planed his arrest.

He heard the roaring of a starting motor in the back of a small shop and he ran to it. A young women opened the door of her beige 1978 Lincoln and he jumped. She screamed as he pushed her and took the car. He crushed the gas pedal and the women disappeared in the smoke.

He couldn't believe he had actually stolen a car but he seriously needed to escape. He took the other road and drove as fast as he could. Never mind the traffic and the red lights, he needed to get away. But once he thought he had lost them, he heard the sirens behind him.

"Shit!" He shouted as he punched the steering wheel. He crushed the gas pedal once again and pressed the horn to tell the other cars to fuck off of the way. He finally left Kansas City and as he lost the cops, he relaxed a little bit. He drove normally until he reached Lawrence and felt his eyes starting to close. Now, he needed to find a hotel or something. He kept driving and didn't quite noticed when his stolen car started rolling on the side of the road.

Behind him another car had slowed down to look at the almost sleeping man in the beige Lincoln.

"What the hell is he doing?" The man in the black 1967 Chevy Impala said to himself as he slowed down again. He pressed the horn to wake the dude up but it only seemed to surprise him and the car started augmenting speed faster than it should have and hit a tree on the side of road. The car slightly crushed on itself and his airbags opened, waking him up completely.

He could feel the blood dripping from the side of his face and a strong pain ran through his entire body. The car was crashed and he couldn't move. Why wasn't he dead? It would have been so much simpler if he had simply died. He finally saw somebody trying to open his door and he turned his head slowly to look at the window.

A young man, with short light brown hair and emerald eyes. The man suddenly ran away to come back with a crowbar. He finally opened the door and took him out of there gently. In normal time he would have been ashamed of the way the other man carried him but at the moment, he was only happy that the man wasn't a cop. The brown haired gently placed him in the black car and looked at him with a worried look.

"Do you have anything in the car you want to save?" He asked.

When the man realized that the injured guy in his car wasn't going to move he nodded and closed the door. He walked to the other side and stepped inside the black car. The man drove in town for a moment and often looked at the black haired man.

"I'm heading to the hospital, if you are wondering." The driver said after some time.

When he heard the guy next to him mumbled something he turned his head a second.

"Sorry, I didn't understand that."

The other man tried to shook his head but he hissed in pain.

"Alright, um… hum if you want to say no and do nothing if you want to say yes." The driver said with a small smile as he looked at the road again. "Do you think you are badly injured?" The man mumbled. "Okay, but I'm going to bring you to the hospital anyway." He mumbled again. "What, no? You don't want to go?" He did nothing. "So you want to go?" He mumbled louder. "Why?" The man did nothing and the driver sighed. "Right… you probably need some stitches and bandages. I guess I could help if it's not that big of a deal, I mean the car was fast but not enough to kill you so…" The driver nodded to himself and turned the car around. "I'm bringing you to my house to get you fix. After that you can call your family or something."

The brown haired man drove straight back to his house in Lawrence's countryside. As he was driving, he took his phone and put it on speaker. Another guy answered.

"Yes?"

"Sammy, you're busy?" The driver asked.

"No there's nobody here. What do you need?"

"Could you go get a car downtown? It crashed into a tree. Just get it out of the way before the cops come in."

"You would be freaking out if it was the Impala so it's not it. Why can't you just take it yourself? I mean you got all you need in the trunk."

"The dude who was inside the damn car is with me. I'm going home. Please, Sam. I'll take care of it later."

"You bringing the poor guy to our house? Dean, bring the dude to the hospital!"

"He doesn't want to go to the hospital and when I say the word hospital he look at me like he want to cut my head."

"Alright… But be careful Dean."

"Yeah, yeah." The driver said before hanging up. He looked at the black haired man next to him and smiled. "Don't mind my brother. He'll get your car and I'll fix it tomorrow or something."

Alright, that's Castiel if you were still wondering. And I do know that his coat is not black. Have you seen the promo where he had a black trench coat, um season 6 I think. I found that so cool so yeah. I put it there. Just saying.