A meeting of a lifetime...

Hi again...well as i promised heres a extra long chapter for you all. This chapter starts at the point of view of Cas. And remember if you are still enjoying this story leave a review and a happy leprichaun will come and give you a big pot of gold...mabye..

And also I have been asked if this will eventually become destiel and I can guarantee that sometime in the future this will be destiel.

Also yes it may seem weird that I have made Cas the demon and Dean the angel. But I thought it would be good to change it up a little you know? From angel Cas to demon Cas and demon Dean to angel Dean? It sounded a challenge so I took the opportunity!

This switches to Deans point of view after the Red Blue part. So just keep that in mind

Any other questions feel free to ask!

And now (Drum roll)

ONTO THE STORY!

Striding happily down the deserted road the dark haired man had a plan. An plan of pure evil. As he Passed a bright street light on the side of the road he wraps his hand around the poll and swings himself around it,as if he were in a musical, the happiness and anticipation overcame him and just out of the blue he started laughing, just a chuckle at first but the laugh became more intense untill he couldn't control it, he was in the middle of this dark street laughing uncontrollably to himself, only a street light shining on him. Any normal person would consider them self mad, but young Castiel was not normal was he?

He laughed till his sides hurt, as he started to grab control of himself and the laughter his grip became tighter on the silver poll, as if in an instant, the light bulb in the street light smashed. It sent sparks of light flying through the air. Cas was startled at first jumping back into the brick building near by. He stared at the light in shock. Had he done this? No he couldn't have, it was must have been something to do with the bulb, it was probably a crappy old thing that's been inside the light for nearly a decade. Well that's what he thought.

He slowly backed away from the light and proceeded to walk down the empty road. With hands in pockets, he could see his breath as cold as ice in front of him. Still with a smile on his face he can see i small figure just a few feet away from him. As it gets closer, he can make out that it was a young woman. As he passes the woman, he admires her small face, bright green eyed and red hair to make even the devil seem pale. Her skin was as white as snow, a few freckles on her cheeks. She was the picture of pure beauty.

Suddenly without thinking he felt himself felt a sudden rush of thrill come over him. He didn't know what he was doing or why, although he could stop himself he didn't want to. He could feel his body turn around facing the way the woman was walking. He started walking, the same speed as the figure in front. Within a few minutes he passed the street light he had been at previously

The woman could tell that something was wrong, when a strange man follows you at this time of the night it probably means she walks a bit faster she can still hear the footprints behind her Speed up as well. In the heat of the moment, she takes a quick turn up a deserted alleyway.

'Oh Alex you've done it now'

It's a dead end.

She turns around to see the strange man standing in front of her smiling oddly, the smile on his face can be seen in the dark light clearly. This was it...There was so much she hadn't done. And now she was going to get killed from a psychopathic man. Although in the back of her head she'd have to admit..He was pretty cute.

There he was, in all his glory the great Demon Prince. This is what he was born for, to cause utter chaos everywhere he went, This was his big moment, yet he didn't know. He stared at her, she was beautiful, but really he didn't care. This was an easy target, she didn't even try to run, it was like she had been ready for death, like she had accepted her fate.

A flame burned inside of him, the suspense was killing her. But yet they stayed still staring at eachother. There eyes attached to one another. As the staring intensified they were both thinking of the dangers that this could lead to, the girl would most certainly end up dead. But Castiel was thinking of consequences for his actions.

Screw it he thought

He walked towards the now terrified woman. And out of nowhere he had this silver blade in his hand. The blade had tremendous amounts of beautiful detail and carvings on it.

There was definitely no way out for her. It was sad that the last sound she ever made was a high pitched scream. And after that she was well and truly done for.

Red.

Blue.

Red.

Blue.

The sirens were deafening as the cars pulled up to the brick police station. Dean wondered if it would be a problem that he would have to deal with, he looked out of the windows to see the not one but two police cars pull into the drive way...oh no.

He sighed as he stood up, as he turned to the door he saw two of his coworkers walked into the office area, and behind them was a young man. Dark haired and it looked as if he had the sky trapped in his eyes. The scratch on his face made him seem as if he has had been a quite a bit of trouble.

He saw the man stare right into his soul it seemed, his eyes seemed to become darker as he looked at Dean, this one man had made Dean feel an emotion he had never felt before...well not since..NO! Quickly he shoved that thought to the very VERY back of his mind.

He was not...NO!

Still staring at the handcuffed criminal, he heard one of his Co workers cough, as if to say 'quit the staring!' His eyes darted to the officer on the right, strongly built, muscular, he seemed to have been made for the job, on the left was the opposite, weak, small and looked old for his age, any normal person would just take him for a silly old man, but he was anything but, Dean knew, he had been his friend for many years,his name was Larry Trip and Dean knew he could take a punch, but he could throw one even better.

Deans frowns at Larry, he really couldn't be doing with this. He had already had a shit week as it was. He just wanted to get home. He saw Larry take a step towards Dean, mabye he could get some sort of explanation, like why was this man here? What did he do that was so bad? As he got to the start of Deans shadow he stopped.

'Hi Dean, I didn't know you were working tonight. How have you been?' He said. Dean had took note the day he met Larry that when something was wrong his voice would get deeper, and tonight was the deepest Dean had heard it.

'Yeah, hi I'm fine, what's up with grinning goose over there?' Jerking his head quickly in the direction of Castiel.

'He...um' Larry started. Dean was confused at the hesitation. 'He well...he's a suspect of a young woman's murder..' he continues

Dean takes a quick step back, just touching his desk. He takes short rapid breaths. How can this very handsome man... be a murderer? He try not to show it but he is genuinely shocked, this man? Murder?

It must be a mistake? He was probably in the wrong place at the wrong time. Right?

'We found these on him' Larry says as he holds up a silver dagger, something you would buy your child to play with, except more detailed, and not plastic. He took it from Larry hands. And stared at it blindly. It was a beautiful piece of workmanship. But it was stained in red blood

Larry backed off untill he was at the place he was at moments ago. The two men walked over to a poll near to Deans desk, he could see the demonic smirk on the young man's face as they un cuffed one of his hands and attached it to the poll.

At first Dean was confused, why didn't they put him in the cells? Why was a potential murderer attached to a poll...A poll!

'Hey gonna watch him while we're out' he started 'we will be back in ten minutes...tops'

Dean gave a worried look to Larry. He really didn't want to be stuck in a room with a murderer for 1 minute, let alone 10!

But it was his job and he had to obey. He gave Larry an approving nod and sat back down at his desk, he watched as they walked out of the door wanting to call them back so they could watch after him. But he just sighed and watch them leave in the white police car. Turning back round to his desk his eyes were fixed on the paperwork he had been doing only 10 minutes ago. The urge to watch the criminal grew and grew until he jerked his head up to see the young man staring at him. Had he been staring the whole time? He wondered. As he took the time to examine him, he noticed a black cord around the suspects neck, intrigued he studys it, the fine cord must have a pendant attached.

'What's that around your neck? ' He says in his officer voice.

Castiel just stood there smiling at the officer. He seemed like a challenge and he loved a good challenge. He didn't say a word he just kept staring at Dean.

'Anytime today!' Dean said louder. He was the sort of person that got frustrated easy, and Cas could tell. Time to have some fun he thought

As Dean got angrier, the grin on Castiel's grew still staring at the officer in front of him...sorrowful bright green eyes, this man has seen bad in his life, the small amount of stubble around his face, he must live alone, no girlfriend. Wait. Was that a hint of lust?

Finally after a lot of persuasion Cas gave in and took the pendant out from under his t-shirt. Dean stared at it in awe. It was identical to his although it was black. What a coincidence he thought.

'Can I put it away now?' Cas said, Dean had not heard the suspect speak yet, his voice was much deeper than he expected...and it sounded a bit sexy too.

'What's your name?' He asked still using his officer voice.

'What's it to you?' He asked with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice.

'Look, it would make my life a whole lot easier if you would just cooperate. I just need to do some paperwork' Dean replies.

'Castiel, Castiel Novak' he said to the officer.

What sort of name is Castiel? Dean thought.

Dean walked over to the man handcuffed to the poll, they both didn't know it but this was a very dangerous thing to do, even just an angel and a demon in the same room would be bad, but these angel and demon were royalty. So the consequences of them doing anything would be much bigger.

Again they were both staring at eachother. They stared at eachother for a good two minutes.

*Poof*

Castiel looked down at his now free hand..what the hell just happened? Why were the handcuffs gone? WHAT!?

Confused at what he was staring at Dean looked down at the un cuffed hands.

'HOW DID YOU DO THAT!' He yelled.

Cas was just as confused as Dean. What did I do?

Cas stepped away from the poll. Dean in an instant grabbed his shoulder and pinned him up against the wall. But the second they touched. Disaster striked.

Explosion? Or something else.

They both went flying backwards. And weren't heard for untill they woke up in a hospital. Well Dean woke up in a hospital. Cas had escaped...

Hope you liked this chapter and sorry it's late but will be trying my best to keep to scudule! Next chapter will be the realisation. Remember to review and ask any question! Goodbye for now!