Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

In a world filled with corruption and hate, bigotry and greed, and selfishness and power, it still amazes the angels in heaven how many people make their way into paradise. In Hell however, it's a different story.

My name is Castiel, and I am Prince of Hell. I'm not a real badass demon, but I have my moments. My father Crowley is the King around here, but his position on the throne is being challenged by a Knight named Abbadon.

She will stop at nothing to insure my father's demise, and subsequently my fall. Things have been quiet lately, and by quiet I mean boring. Sometimes I like to torture souls to have fun, but this is a boredom that no amount of pointy objects can fix.

It wasn't stimulating enough. I've only just been given permission to go to Earth again after that incident in the 14th century. They're overreacting really, I mean my plague only killed 1/3 of Europe's population.

Father dear was angry though since most of those souls went to heaven. He looks at me with such disappointment. I try to be the dark and evil prince he wants me to be, but sometimes I think that maybe I don't want to take over the family business.

Being King of Hell is cool and everything but I don't have any ambition to take over after pops decides he wants to sit back and relax while roasting marshmallows over the pit of burning sinners. Anyway, this is my story so I'll do my best to tell it right.

On my first trip to Earth after being ungrounded, I decided to roam around the US. I picked a spot randomly and found myself in Lawrence, Kansas. It looked like a drag, but before I could flash out, something caught my eye.

Tall, rugged, and blonde were 3 ways to grab my attention and this boy had all 3. His cheek was smeared with grease, and he wore a mechanic jumpsuit. I did a double take as he walked towards me.

He was gorgeous, and I mean drop dead. His eyes were a deep rich green and his blonde hair was cut just longer than a buzz. His face was speckled with patches of freckles. Even covered, I could tell he was ripped.

I reacted out of instinct and bumped into him. "Hey watch it dude!" He called, angrily. I just looked at him for a moment, getting lost in your eyes. "Sorry, I'm new here. Could you draw me a map because I'm lost in your eyes."

I couldn't believe the bullshit spewing out of my mouth, I'm the fucking prince of Hell and I'm hitting on a human with the oldest line in the book. He laughed it off though, but I still cursed myself in my mind.

Humans had always fascinated me, but there was a pull I felt towards this particular one. "I bet you say that to all the girls." He joked, soliciting my nervous laughter. "Sorry I just don't really get out much."

Understatement of the year after being on home arrest for the past 7 millennia. He smiled a bright smile and held out his hand. "I'm Dean Winchester, and you are?" I forgot my name, the moment he asked me its like it ceased to exist.

"My name?" I sputtered out like an idiot. Antichrist I was acting like a moron. The burning pits of hell looked pretty inviting right about now. "I'm Cas" I finally able to get out coherently. He smiled at me and I felt my soulless heart flutter. "Well Cas, if you want, you can buy me a drink tonight at the Road House. 7 o clock?"

I stuck on him saying my name, which sounded like porn coming out of his mouth. "That sounds great Dean, I look forward to this evening." Dean jot down his number on my hand and went off. I stood in awe staring at my hand for a moment.

"For fuck's sake did that really just happen?" I asked myself as the world seemed to spin. Father would be furious if he found out I was going out with a human, but then again; what daddy don't know don't hurt him.

Suddenly I went from concerned and nervous to ready and willing. I had a hot date at 7, and I needed to get ready.

Sorry for the shortness, just posting a preview to see if I should continue the story.