Chapter 3

There are approximate 2,625 serial killers in the US each with different kills and different signatures. There are psychopaths and sociopaths while some are disillusioned or have a certain mental illness. Some kill for fun or revenge, others kill because of a childhood trauma or simply a way to release anger. A serial killer by definition is a person who has murdered three or more people. I have no doubt that people who have been held at gunpoint didn't get to live the following day but my situation was different or at least I hoped it was.

Honestly I couldn't see Dean shooting me, something in my gut told me he wouldn't. I could be wrong and by the end of the day pieces of my brain are going to be scattered around the room, not that it would kill me, hello healer here. Either way, after today, my life will never be the same again.

The cops by now look alarmed and were talking rapidly amongst each other, probably discussing their next move. Dean turned off the microphone and looked my way, worry etched in his eyes. I ignored it and went back to eating Dean's pie in a placid mood. I then held out a piece of pie on my fork towards Dean, edging him towards to eat it. Dean, slowly, walked towards the fork, while putting his gun back behind his pants, and wrapped his lips around it and slowly took the piece of pie and began eating it. The whole action itself screamed out intimate, the way I was feeding Dean as if he was my loved one, and judging by the wistful look on Dean's face he seemed to realize it too.

Dean backed away and coughed, breaking our stupor and placing his hands in his coat pockets "Cas I have a question." I nodded urging him on "Why aren't you afraid of me? And I'm honestly curious. I want to know how this whole ordeal is going by and your eyes haven't still haven't shown a single glimpse of fear."

Why does he keep referring to my eyes?

"I've told you why Dea-".

He cuts me off before I could finish.

"No you haven't Cas. You only deflected my question by asking another question yourself, being the tease you are." He goes to lean on the counter, his arms holding him up, all the while maintaining eye contact. "Seriously though, in all my time being serial killer I have never met someone who wasn't afraid of me, afraid for their life, afraid of what I could possibly do to them. So what's up Cas? Why are you so different?" He stares at me with inquisitive eyes.

Out of that whole statement, the only thing I couldn't help but pick up on was on how lonesome it sounded. When was the last time Dean actually interacted with someone that wasn't apprehensive to talk to him? I could relate to him though, on how being lonely can suck ass, working in a deserted Gas-N-Sip doesn't really do wonders on one's social or dating life.

I clear my throat, putting the pie down on the counter and focus all my attention to Dean. "I'll be honest with you Dean. I'm not really sure myself." Dean looked as if he was about to interrupt again so I held my hand up, silencing him. "Dean this whole situation is perplexing," I walk towards the window and look at the cops. "Earlier today I was reading about you in the newspaper and was in a really morbid place about humanity and then all of a sudden you come in all smiles and flirty remarks, only for me to find out that the exact serial killer I was reading about earlier is standing right in front of me."

I go to stand next to him and gaze at him directly in the eyes.

"Dean, I don't live an exciting life so to have a well-know serial killer walk in my place of employment is something improbable. So to finish up nicely, I am kind a fascinated with you," I put my left hand on top of his right, his eyes widening slightly. "I wanna know you, despite your social status, something about you is captivating. Plus I kind of envy the action and excitement you must get on a daily basis, the way you get away with your kills and play with the authorities. In some sort of twisted way….I admire you."

By the time I finished Dean looked shocked, perturbed, vexed and even a little bit doubtful. He suddenly looked angry, turns around, and pushes me against the counter hard, the edge of it digging into my hips, his hands gripping my wrists between our chests. Dean's whole body language screamed dangerous but his eyes spoke something different, he looked lost, which is a good enough of a reason as not to get aroused and revel in Dean being rough.

Heart pounding, not out of fear, I gathered all of my courage and stared back at him with the same amount of intensity he was giving me, there was practically diminutive space between our faces. I could feel his breath on my lips and it would only take moving a small fraction for our lips to meet in a heated kiss. I blushed at the thought. From this distance I could also caught a hold of his scent and he smelled absolutely alluring, the scent of his leather jacket, the smell of motor oil insinuating that he owned a car of sorts, the pleasant smell of raw cinnamon and something that be purely described as Dean. I bit my lip to keep in the small whimper threatening to emerge. Unbeknownst to me, Dean was barely holding back his own self-control.

With a primal growl Dean spoke in a low voice "You admire me Cas? Admire me?! How can you say that? I'm a monster Cas! I've done things to other humans that you would not believe, appalling barbaric things! That wasn't the response I expected to receive from you!"

Dean spoke in a such a repugnant tone but I understood now.

"What did you expect Dean?" I cut in softly, still looking at him.

With a harsh sigh Dean answers quietly "What any other sane person would say Cas." It wasn't a question but a statement.

Breathily I ask "And what would any other sane person say Dean?" I move slightly so that the tips of our noses were touching, my eyes unintentionally closing, "Do you want me to scream? Do you want me to hit you and make a run for my life? Do you want me to beg?" He sucks in a breath "Beg for my life? Do you want me to ask 'why me'? What did I ever do to deserve this fate? Do you want me to call you a monster?"

"Stop-" Dean starts but I don't let him.

"Stop what Dean? You wanted this didn't you? You want me to call you the worst of names. You wanted me to hate you from the start. Why? I've only known you for a short amount of time but," opening my eyes, "I can read you so clearly."

I tilt my head, "You seem to have this self-loathing about yourself. You despise yourself; you look at a mirror and hate what you see." Dean's grip on my wrists seemed to have loosened and so I took the opportunity to raise a hand and gently touch his cheek, cupping his jaw, he flinched on contact but stayed nonetheless.

"I am fascinated with you. Don't make me hate you because I won't."

Dean looked exposed and overwhelmed; wanting to finish this conversation he nodded and backed away from me. He ran his hands through his hair and cleared his throat.

"I don't want you to hate me Cas. In fact I want the opposite," He whispered the latter so softly that I almost didn't hear him. "I just don't like this admiration that's coming from you, I feel like a zoo animal. Like an animal in display."

Clenching his jaw he continues, staring at me unrelenting, voice hard again, "In fact how do I know I'm not just some sick perverse fantasy from you? How do I know you're not like the saint you appear to be? Huh?! Answer me that Castiel."

Dean spoke my name in a demeaning manner as if questioning if that really is my name. It's funny how the serial killer is suspicious of his 'hostage'. I know what Dean's trying to do; I do it all the time. He's trying to hurt me or push my buttons simply to distance himself from me and vise versa. He's hoping to hurt me in some way that in return I start hating him and possibly lash out in fear. It's understandable, someone you just met already has you figured you out and is broadcasting out your inner fears and insecurities, he's a rabid animal trapped against a corner.

I have been told before that I can be a bit intense and a little too perceptive and more often than not I make people very uncomfortable. My intensity making others believe that I'm wrong in the head, and maybe I am. There's no clear way to describe me some refer to me as kind, charming and good-willed while others refer to me as wrong, apathetic and weird. Maybe that's why Dean's feeling hostile towards me within the first 20 minutes of meeting me he probably changed impressions of me. No matter what he or others think of me I have a lot of sides to me and I don't really give a shit of what they think, it's as simple as that. I haven't spent most of my life building up walls and strengthening my resolve for nothing.

However the 'saint' line did hit a nerve but I'm not letting that show to Dean. I'm usually so composed but Dean is affecting in ways I can't comprehend. It seems he's not the only rabid animal in here. A little irked and competitive I decided I'm not going to submit so easily.

Crossing my arms and chuckling harshly, I stare at Dean amusingly, "You are an enigma Dean Winchester. You rather make hurtful accusations rather than accept the fact that you are appealing to me. So what if my interests are a bit unusual or weird? I don't exactly come from an accepting background so this hostility is not new to me. This is strange for me too, I mean," I raise my arms gesturing at Dean; "you're a serial killer! I don't understand why I feel so at ease with you!

Lowering my arms and I go to sit on the counter once more and stare out the window, looking at the flashing lights, voice soft again I sigh, "Maybe you're right. Maybe it does make me a freak for having an interest in you. So what are you going to do now Dean? The police's five minutes are up I'm sort a excepting to get shot by now seeing how you already expressed your feelings towards me."

Maybe I'm being petty but understand this; I've lived a hard and judgmental life and then I meet this attractive charming guy only to find out he's the country's number one serial killer and then to find out that certain aspect of him doesn't bother me. Then said charming serial killer goes ahead making me feeling like a freak for expressing my interest towards him, you think that boosts his ego or something.

I turn at the sound of Dean sighing heavily, "God damn Cas you really know how to make a guy feel like crap and that's coming from a guy who kills for a living."

Smiling softly Dean approaches me and puts his hands on each side of my legs effectively trapping me between him and the counter. He stares at my face and then turns to look outside and then back at me. Putting a few fingers under my chin, still smiling softly, his eyes create a menacing glint and reaches behind his pants again to pull out his gun. Lowering his fingers and placing them back beside me, he replaces his fingers with his gun, the cool metal resting below my chin. Dean smirks as I gulp audibly and lick my dry lips, head facing upwards yet still maintaining eye contact. He breaks it by looking at my neck with renewed interest and starts moving the cool piece of metal up and down my exposed throat, maintaining that sinful smirk on his face and I couldn't help but shiver at the ministrations.

Glancing outside Dean whispers to me, "It seems we are gonna have to become more convincing with my threat. Don't cha think Cas?"

Slowly I turn to look outside and squint at the now unseemly worried cops. They must have assumed he wouldn't do anything to me and they seemed even more resolved in staying put. Turning back to Dean I nod slowly in response. He winks quickly at me before removing the gun off my throat and tugging me off the table aggressively. He then proceeded in turning me around, placing my back to his too warm body, skillfully wrapping around his arm around my waist.

His hands felt hot on my body but ignored it at moment in favor of starting to cry pseudo tears; Dean did say we needed to convince them of his seemingly dangerous threat. I visibly start sniffling loudly as Dean raises the gun to my temple and starts moving us to the front of the store. Once we were outside the cops, spotting my tears, became alarmed once more and raised their guns towards Dean and I.

"Dean Winchester release Mister Novak towards us NOW!" the cop from before bellowed again.

Dean's grip against my waist becoming bruising, and I would've become excited at the thought of having Dean's marks on me but unfortunately I don't bruise easily for obvious healing reasons.

"You had your five minutes and now I'm telling you getting the fuck out of way before I start blowing up heads!" Deans yells out venomously and to emphasize his point he raises the gun in the air and proceeded in shooting three times before placing his gun back on my temple.

Dean then starts to whisper in my ear, "I'm not really sorry about this Cas but I'm taking you with me since you're probably the only thing that is gonna let us leave here in one piece."

I stop sniffling and deflate a bit at the implications behind Dean's words, surely to Dean I'm not only a type of insurance to him right? Dean sensing my increasing disappointment speaks again, "But that's not the only reason why you're coming with me Cas." He proves his point by gently nibbling on my ear causing to me shiver against him once again, it was proving extremely difficult in ignoring the scorching body heat behind me and not doing anything about it. I nod softly and continue with my performance.

Slowly Dean begins to walking towards a beautiful sleek black car and the cops, with their guns still in air, proceeded in following our every move. Time stood still when we reached the car with Dean's gun still at my head and the cops still aiming at Dean.

Then in the midst of a few seconds I was thrown in to the car with Dean quickly going to the driver's side and speeding away with the cops quickly on our trail.