I wasn't sure how I ended up in jail in another city, but at least the guy sitting next to me was nice.

"So, how'd you end up here?" He asked, green eyes glittering in the light from the dim light bulb above us. I was on the bed they provided and him on his.

Well... What was the best way to put this?

"I'm part of a gang, who are fighting another gang, and I accidently helped an opposite gang member and now my gang hate me, most of the other gang hate me and I got involved in a fight with my brother, Gabriel and one of the other gang members... Lucifer, I think."

The man raised his eyebrows. He only looked eighteen maybe nineteen. Not much older than me.

"Wow, that makes my reason stupid now. Who won?"

I scrunched my nose up.

"I don't know. My brother got stabbed and was rushed away to hospital. Lucifer?... He was caught by the police, but I think Gabriel got a couple of punches in. He followed Gabe, I think."

The man half-smiled.

Hurriedly, I changed the subject.

"So, why are you here?"

The man smiled, properly.

"Shoplifting. I had a reason: my kid brother was hungry, we didn't have money. They're trying to find my dad. They're looking through my phone." He snorts. "They should look on the floor in the pub. He's a shit father."

I stare down at my hands, dried blood staining my knuckles. Hopefully the hospital would find Lucifer some new teeth.

There was a silence, broken only by distant yells from the main reception as some drunk was hauled in.

"So, what's your name?" askes the teenager.

"Castiel."

"Castiel." the man says, head tilted to one side. "What's it mean?"

"Angel of solitude and tears. Great name for a gang member."

The man laughs. "Looking at you, you wouldn't think you were a gang member. Too innocent."

"You seem to forget that I'm here because I was in a fight involving guns and knives." Speaking of the fight brought up memories of Gabriel's face as he was stabbed. "

Some guy had called the police from the safety of a 24-hour convenience store. Probably just as the knives came out.

Too late.

I glance again at the door, still shut and locked.

"Anyway," I force myself to laugh. "Do these look innocent?"

I pull off my trench-coat. Gabriel brought for me as a joke saying it pulled off my brooding and mysterious look. He didn't expect me to like it so much.

I have tattoos on my shoulder blades and on my forearms. Two black wings with each detailed feather ending in white. I have a pentagram on my hip and a rose on my side, just to the right of the bottom of my wing.

The wings are my favourite by far.

The teenager whistles.

"They are awesome. Metallica awesome."

I smile, slightly awkwardly.

"What's your name?"

"Dean. Dean Winchester."

I nod.

"Like the gun?"

"Like the gun."

Suddenly there's a loud pounding on the door. Our heads instantly snap to stare at it.

"Castiel? Castiel Novak?"

I recognise the voice. I wouldn't mind a Winchester gun right now.

"Oh, God." I mutter.

Dean raises his eyebrows.

"Dad?" he askes.

"Brother." How the heck did they find Michael?

The door swings open to reveal my brother in all his glory. A cowering police officer looks in behind him.

"Gangs! Knives! Stabbings and hospitals! Dad is gunna be so pissed, Castiel."

He marches in and grabs me. I try to clutch at my trench-coat as he hauls me out of the cell but he scoffs.

In case you are wondering why I am not fighting back, if because my brother make be slightly smaller than me, I may have the upper-hand, but you do not take on the oldest Novak. He doesn't juggle three jobs, bills and banks and an absent father and watches out for four other kids without learning a couple of things.

My brother is terrifying.

He fits the name of God's warrior.

"You want that disgusting coat? Dad'll make you burn it. Leave it."

I make eye-contact with Dean, desperately.

He nods and leans over to grab my coat.

"I got it." he mouths.

XXXxxxXXX

Two days later, the doorbell rings.

I go to the door, hoping it won't be Naomi and the rest of Heaven's Warriors. Also hoping it won't be Hell's Angels.

But instead of Naomi's dead eyes, or Lucifer's malicious grin, a smile and a flash of green eyes.

Dean holds out my folded trench-coat like an offering.

"I got it."

I apologize. It's late it's short but it's a chapter.

New favourite thing: Punk!Castiel. Coupled with Shy!Dean, jeez, man, the fanart.

Song of the chapter: Babel by Mumford and Sons.

Not much has happened in my riveting life story, but now i am on episode 19 of Attack On Titan, English version and subtitles. Sue me.

Also, road-trips. I want to go on a road-trip.

Other than that hope you all have a great night.

Hopefully, I'll have another chapter up today or tomorrow.

Fez.