Well, Dolls, feel free to view my profile page, as it may offer a slight explanation to the new name I'm sporting. Can no longer access my old account (password doesn't work and can't get the email to work to change it). So after weeks of trying I have given up and started a new account. So here it is, all shiny and new. Hope you like the new story and accept my apology for my unfinished work. Love ya, dolls! X
Chapter 1 View Of The City
Castiel sat on the railings of the bridge, overlooking the city and the river that flowed below. He always loved this time in the evening. The sun had set, but light still shone from the horizon, giving the sky a strange orange glow. But to anyone passing by, he probably looked like a lunatic. Brown briefcase discarded on the ground behind him, soaked through with the downpour of unnatural Summer rain and a very sour look on his face. He had had one hell of a day.
It had all started with his alarm clock. Such a simple piece of technology that always seemed to fail when you needed it most. This morning, Castiel was set to meet with some new clients and convince them to work with Crowley Industries. It was a job that he hated, but it paid good money and he couldn't find anything better. So for the moment, he was stuck. But his alarm clock had decided to perish in the night and left Castiel scrambling, already an hour late, to get to work.
Crowley had been pissed, to say the least, when Castiel finally stumbled into the office. He had barked and screamed at him for most of the day.
"Can't do a damn thing right, can you?" He snarled when the clients decided to take their business elsewhere. "Should just fire you and find someone who can do the job right!" It had been going on and on for almost two hours and Castiel finally snapped. It always took a lot to get a reaction out of him. But he had felt a deep seeded hatred for Crowley with each passing day.
"I'll save you the trouble!" He hissed and stood, pulling on his trench coat and lifting his briefcase. "I quit!" he had marched out of that office with his head held high, ignoring the looks of awe on the faces of his co-workers.
He climbed into the first taxi he could get and made his way home Excited to tell his girlfriend, Meg, about how out of character he had been. Meg had never liked Crowley and had encouraged Castiel to quit his job months ago. She told him he was 'too soft' and 'a bit of a push over'. Truer words had never been spoken, judging by the way he reacted upon getting home and finding Meg in bed with another man.
"Castiel, I can explain." She had said, hastily pulling on her clothes and 'shooing' the guy out the door. "Please, look at me." She said, when he wouldn't meet her gaze.
"Thank you." He replied when he finally looked at her.
"Thank you!?" She snapped, apparently not happy with his response. "You just caught me cheating and all you can say is 'thank you'?!"
"Yes…goodbye Meg." He then turned, not quite sure where he was going…or why he still had the damn briefcase and left the apartment.
Finally, soaking wet but surprisingly happy, he found himself sat on the bridge, completely relaxed and at ease. That was until the crazy lady with the bible turned up.
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Dean Winchester was ten kinds of bored. He and his brother, Sam, had been stationed in the quietest part of town, on traffic patrol. When the weather had turned nasty they had taken refuge in their car and set up the LIDAR, hoping it would be enough to pick up speeders. Every time the radio crackled Dean chanted 'robbery, robbery, robbery', but it was pointless. They were too far out of the centre of the city to be called in.
"Dean, find some way to entertain yourself please." Sam groaned, trying to ignore how irritating Dean's attitude was. "It is, after all, your fault we're stuck out here."
"For the hundredth time, I thought she had a gun!" Dean argued.
"Dean! She was sixty two years old and reaching for her inhaler!" Sam snapped back.
"We wouldn't be out doing this if she hadn't been the Chief Inspector's mother." Dean grumbled, remembering the ear lashing he had gotten after tackling the terrified woman. He did feel guilty as hell about it but, once she had calmed down and gotten a few puffs from her inhaler, she found the whole thing hilarious. But it didn't stop his boss from giving him hell for it.
"Any units near the construction bridge please respond…" Sam almost lost a finger, as Dean scrambled for the radio.
"Officer Winchester, approximately one mile from the bridge. Problem?" He asked in a smug tone.
"We have a possible suicide attempt in progress. Several call ins, please check and calm the situation. Radio in for any assistance required." Dean grinned like school boy and Sam rolled his eyes as they started the car and made their way towards the bridge.
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Castiel was staring at the strange woman who was waving a bible at him. He couldn't decide whether she was mad or just overly religious. Either way, she was really killing his mood.
"The Lord loves us all. Appreciate the gift of life he has given onto you." She called over the sound of the rain pounding against the ground.
Castiel was about to respond, when the sight of blue flashing lights caught his eye. The woman screamed 'praise the lord' at the sight of it. Castiel was thinking the same thing. This woman is clearly in need of some assistance. Two police officers emerged from the car. The taller of the two approached the woman and convinced her to move back a safe distance, while the other approached Castiel.
"Bad weather we're getting tonight, huh?" He commented and Castiel couldn't help but agree.
"Yes, it's a shame, the view from here is usually quite pleasant." He replied, then turned and squinted his eyes towards the lights of the city. He then turned back to the police officer. "I hope you find that woman some help. She seems very upset."
"Well, I'm sure you can understand that." The officer responded and gave him a kind smile.
"I suppose. Trying to hold onto one's faith can be difficult." At this the officer looked confused.
"You do know she was trying to help you, right?" He asked and Castiel gave him another puzzled look.
"Help me? Why?"
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Dean felt his insides twist up. Either this guy was completely insane or…
"I don't mean to be forward but…were you planning on going for a swim tonight?" The man now looked at Dean like he was crazy.
"Are you mad? It's freezing cold and…" It was almost as if Dean could see the penny drop. The man quickly scrambled down from the railing and flushed red. "My apologise…I had no intention…I was just…I." The guy looked extremely annoyed with himself and Dean couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"Hey its fine. Just a misunderstanding. Do me a favour, ok? Just let a few people know stuff like this, for next time you decided to go sight seeing in weird places." He offered him a smile. One the man did not return.
"I've been out of sorts today." He offered.
"I've had a few of those days myself." Dean tried to coax a smile out of him again but to no avail. "Is there anyone we can call for you? Or give you a ride somewhere?"
"Mr brother. He lives nearby. Could you take me to his home?" He asked nervously and Dean nodded, leading him towards the car.
Sam was trying to usher the woman back to her own car, but not before she got a chance to call out 'the lord watches over us all!'
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"They thought you were a suicide attempt?!" Gabriel practically fell over the couch when Castiel told him of his humiliation. "What were you even doing on that bridge?"
"Thinking." Castiel sighed, gratefully taking the clothes Gabriel offered once he had regained his balance.
"Must have been a really deep thought." His brother remarked. "So what brings you to my humble home?"
"Meg and I broke up." Castiel said, lacking any sort of emotion.
"Sorry to hear that." Though he looked anything but sorry.
"I quit my job." He added and Gabriel's eyes widened. Suddenly Castiel found himself wrapped up in his brother's arms.
"I am so proud of you." He said, almost squeezing the life out of his poor, still soaking wet, brother.
"I just need somewhere to stay for a little while. Just until I get a new job and apartment." He attempted the puppy eyes that had worked so well for Gabriel in the past.
"Oh stop that! You look damn constipated." He laughed. "Go and get a hot shower and I'll fix you something to eat. As for work, we need some new staff at the café," he saw the way Castiel's eyes widened with worry, "just until you find something more appropriate. Balthazar will hire you if I ask nicely. He owes me a few favours anyway."
Castiel nodded his head, feeling it would be a lost cause to argue. As he climbed the stairs to finally get some heat into his body he heard the distinct laughter of his brother from the kitchen. "Suicidal!"
Well, there you have it, Dolls! I apologize for the any incorrect references with the police stuff. There is only so much you can research before it looks suspicious. Please leave a review. And if you have any questions regarding my old account, please feel free to message me. Love ya dolls!