Ok, chapter 2.

I don't think that either Eric Kripke or Andrew Marlow eat Doritos or Croutons or Lifesavers while writing scripts. Your answer to that If-I-Own-Anything question. Actually, the Lifesavers may be accurate.

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M-Rated in this chapter!

Happy note: I've gotten Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade on repeat on YouTube in the background while writing.

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Cas' head snapped back as he braced himself for the next hit.

"Where is he?" The attacker screamed.

Stupidly, Cas looked away, which made the man hit him again.

"You know him! You've been with him since he was eighteen! I've seen you there, always by his side, never leaving, never letting him go out of your sight! Now. Where. Is. He?!"

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That night, Ryan went to sleep in relatively good spirits, but the obnoxious ringing of his cell phone woke him out of his sleepy state. Once he answered, his sleepy voice made the person on the other end of his cell chuckle.

"Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, but a body dropped. Sort of."

"What do you mean, 'sort of'?" Ryan asked, more awake.

"There is no body. Just blood."

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Castiel watched the man hang up the phone and make his way closer to the tied up ex-angel.

"I'll give you a choice. Either you move now and don't get anymore injured or," the man started, staring at Cas who was silent and given up on saying he had no idea who he was talking about," I could shoot you and get it over with and let the cops find your body. Your choice." Cas could hear the faint sound of sirens in the background, which meant that his kidnapper could hear it as well. The man didn't wait for a response from Cas, he just pulled his gun up and aimed it at the blue-eyed hostage. The gun whipped to Cas and his world went black.

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The place was swarming with cops, medics, and the press. That wasn't a shock. With Castle following Beckett, the press was at almost every crime scene. It's as if Castle called them so he could get more famous and even more publicity. Well, if that was the case...

CSU was combing the scene, photographing everything: the blood on the floor, arms of the chair, the weapons.

The stench of blood hit the Irish detective's nose as he ducked under the crime scene tape, making him freeze in shock. The memories he tried to hide for a while were coming back, and they were not the best of all them, either.

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Kevin was sixteen, turning seventeen in a few short weeks. The day he finally turned eighteen, was the day he was going to get out of there. He was ready to leave and start over again. It wouldn't be the first time, though.

Anyways, once the final bell rang for the end of the school day, instead of climbing on one of the yellow school buses, Kevin walked across the street to his older cousin's high school, even though he saw him earlier that day. That was the bad part of being in a catholic school. You had to wait an extra half hour for your cousin to get out for the day, not even if he was your ride home and you were not able to go on the bus.

Lost in his thoughts, Kevin didn't hear the bell ring for his cousin James to leave the school for the last day before finals. Kevin watched from his cousin's car as James walked out of the school, evidently swamped with work and homework. Great. He'd just have to wait until Holly got home from work for her to help.

The car doors unlocked under the car, making Kevin hop off of the hood and opening up the passenger side door, climbing in and closing the door, in sync with James. No words were said between the two cousins, but through their language that they made up as kids and somehow stuck with them rose above words.

"How was school?" No answer, but another question came up, this time from Kevin instead of James.

"We going to Holly's or to Uncle Tim's place?" The question was said so quietly, James could barely hear him, but with spending the last eleven years with Kevin, he's learned to realize that his younger cousin wouldn't speak up for a while, not unless it was needed.

"Probably to Holly's, why? Did you want to see if dad stopped by in the last eleven years?" They cousins still didn't move from the school parking lot, so James' complete attention was on his younger cousin. Unfortunately, James didn't get a response this time. He sighed, making do with what he had at the moment, hoping that Kevin would talk again before they got home.

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"Home" was a crappy, two bedroom, cheap-as-all-hell apartment on the tenth floor with a broken elevator, which made both Kevin and James' lives hell.

The two went through their routine, doing a complete sweep of their apartment before locking all windows in sight and they could get to without climbing and breaking their necks. Like that would be the way Kevin would die.

"Kev, you got all the windows in the bedroom?" James asked his cousin. Kevin's silent nod was the only answer James got.

"Holly'll be home in about an hour," James said, looking at his younger cousin."You need help with your homework or...". Kevin shook and ducked his head, walking past James. James, without thinking, grabbed Kevin's arm, making the sixteen year old flinch and try to get free. James, realizing his mistake, tried to calm him down.

"Hey, hey Kev it's just me. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you he's not here, don't worry." Eventually, the younger of the two's breathing calmed down and started nodding off.

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Hours after Holly got home, she was finally getting ready to relax when the most obnoxious knocking was at her apartment. Unable to ignore it, she walked over, opened the door to the apartment super, demanding rent for the month. Holly moved to close the door, after paying, when it was forcefully opened again. A man with a bat, who Holly had recognized and tried to run away.

Kevin woke up to hearing something falling onto the floor and loud footsteps coming near his room. Pretending to be asleep, his heart raced as the footsteps got louder. Minutes passed and he wondered where his cousin was. He fell asleep, which was a mistake.

He woke up on the ground, hands bound behind his back, entire body screaming in pain, mouth covered. He heard two distinct voices talking to each other in the apartment. He saw the first man, tall, dark jeans and clad in a leather jacket.

"...three kids...yes they all look under the age of eighteen…" One man said, walking over to Kevin, putting two fingers on his neck under his jaw, feeling for a pulse. He continued saying, "Yes they all have pulses… no I don't need to stay on the line, thank you."

Kevin was seeing double when another man, one who was taller than the first man, but clad in a black trench coat that went down to his feet, came into his line of sight. He was pale. Very pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun in years.

The first man walked up to him, and talked to him, knowing that Kevin couldn't answer him.

"I can stop this man," Kevin heard. Please do. Please. I don't like him. His eyes opened, but he tried to bit back a groan, but couldn't. He heard footsteps come closer to him and whimpered. He heard one of the men say that the ambulance was on its way, but he didn't care. He did hear the man who was next to him; gently murmuring calm words to him, like a mother would to a child who had a nightmare, say into his ear, "I heard you. I can get rid of him. Just tell me when."

Once the ambulance started to move Kevin out of the apartment, he realized that he never got the people who had called the police their names, or even thanked them. Darkness overtook the teen, and he allowed darkness to over take him.

"We need to get out of here." The first man said. Trench coat man looked at the first one, with the look of why.

"If the cops find out who we are when they get here, its our word against theirs. And we both know that these kids are in no shape to vouch for us. So we need to get out of here. Now."

Kevin looked scared. He didn't want them to leave. Kevin tried to move, but the first guy walked back over to him and stared at him, as if he recognized the teen. The sirens got louder, and the two men walked out the open window, closing it behind them right as EMTs and police officers flooded the room.

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Ryan blinked for a few minutes, trying to rid himself of the memory that he tried to hide. He didn't see Castle walk to him, or feel his hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention.

The writer had concern written on his features, but when he couldn't get Ryan's attention, he got even more worried. The minute his hand touched Ryan's shoulder, the younger man flinched violently, and tried to get away from the hand on his shoulder. But he didn't get very far, as he collapsed in the writers' arms.

"Hey Beckett? Little help here?"

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Uh, hi?

I am soooooo sorry that it took this long to get this second chapter out. Honestly. School and life wanted a part of my now non existent social life. Next chapter will be the last one.

Who can guess who was one man that called 911? Trench coat guy is who I'm talking about.

I will try and get the final chapter out soon, but I'm not promising anything.

Reviews on how much you hate me for updating so late?