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(Prologue)
Castiel watched as the lights blurred by, a blank expression in place. Tomorrow would be his first day on the job when only yesterday he was celebrating his second year of unemployment. 'Celebrating' meaning nursing a bottle of vodka that had taken the better part of the month to save for but who was to judge him within the confines of his mind? What had begun as a simply taxi ride across town ended with him holding a booklet containing a check for five thousand dollars, a phone number and a bus ticket to a city he hadn't even known existed.
It was all happening too quickly and he very much should have been wary of such a sudden arrangement but he reasoned that things could only get better considering the point in which he was with his life. Besides, the offer was pretty straightforward; make sure his client was kept safe at all times, at any cost. Or 'be his bitch on a leash' as the taxi driver had so eloquently put it.
The noise of an ambulance screeching past the bus jolted Castiel out of his musings and he noticed that he was the only passenger left on the vehicle. Brows furrowed, he wondered when that had happened, but before he could dwell on it any longer, the bus made its last exit at the highway and neighborhoods once again became visible.
"We're here!" The driver announced animatedly. Castiel rose and strode over to the exit, one foot was already on the pavement when he paused suddenly to turned to face the driver.
"Have we met?" The person sitting at the driver's seat was a short, blonde man with longish hair and small hazel eyes. The man gave Castiel a wide smirk and laughed.
"Good eye! You just passed your final test for the job." Confusion riddled Castiel's mind as he realized that this was not the driver he had begun his trip with; in fact, this bus driver was the same man that had been in the taxi, the very same which had offered him the employment in the first place.
"You're-"
"Gabriel, in the flesh and kicking," He introduced himself as he moved to shake Castiel's hand. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions but I'd prefer it if you consulted my card." Gabriel handed him the said item and it read: 'Gabriel Johnson, taxi/bus driver, actor and chief of police, at your service, but charge extra for prostitution. Thank you.'
Castiel sagged, mouth hanging open. "This is some kind of joke, right?" He could feel annoyance and the humiliation of having been had manifest itself in the form of acid reflux.
"Well… yeah, I can't really sell my body or else I'd have to arrest myself. But everything else is legit." Gabriel flashed him another smirk as he walked past him to the luggage compartment on the side of the bus to retrieve Castiel's personal belongings.
"Here you go; your place is that yellow building, the door on the left. I added a few extra things you're going to need so you're basically good to go tomorrow morning." The strangeness of the situation had for effect a momentary lapse in memory, or, at least a lapse in how they were being formed. What Gabriel had just said flew right past Castiel as his conscious mind latched onto previous sentences.
"What do you mean I 'passed the final test'." His expression must have been the perfect imitation of a feral cat being fed canned food for the first time: utterly confused and displeased, because the driver's amusement grew ten fold.
"Like I said, all you really need to know for now is on your card. The wife is probably thinking I ran away again- phone's been vibrating the entire ride here." As an afterthought, Gabriel fished into his pocket and held down the 'off switch'. "Okay, now skedaddle, Winchester is going to suck up your energy faster then you can book a hooker in Vegas." Securing Castiel's duffle bag over his shoulder, Gabriel pushed him down the driveway, up the stairs and past the front door.
By the time Castiel's brain had caught up with 'I'd have to arrest myself', the bus had long driven away.
'What did I just get myself into?'
(End Prologue)
A/N: My, my, what indeed.
The reason this is so short is because it's the prologue :) I already have the first chapter in the works, and it'll be at least 2500-3000 words long, depending on how it develops. In it, we meet Dean and get more of an idea of what'll come up later. I have a plot... a loose one but a plot none the less. If you're looking for something spectacular, maybe this isn't the story for you but I'll give it my best damn shot.
