CHAPTER 1 to the present
There was always talk about a body in the forest that never aged. So many had tried to see if they could wake the man, so they could know his secret. Nothing they tried to could wake him. He was not dead for he had a heart beat. A slow one but still there. A faint breath came from sleeping man. He was neither dead nor alive, in a place in between. The mystery of the man how ever was how he never aged. For many years he was the talk of the land. The man who never woke, never stirred, and never changed. Soon though he became just a myth or a legend.
The year now was 2014. A lot has changed, no one believed the old tales passed along from generation to generation They where just stores, told to scare little ones or to entertain. That is unless you hunted those old stores or myths!
People call them Hunters. Vampire hunters, wolf hunters, could be supernatural hunters. Anything that can harm humans that are not human are being hunted.
There are two hunters that cause trouble where ever they go. Love ones who always die, they have died and come back themselves, being attacked left and right. They never did get a break from the supernatural world. That is until the day the oldest of the two stumbled upon a small opening in the forest. He had green eyes and short light brown hair. He looked like a rocker guy, what with his emerald green eyes, worn leather jacket, ripped blue jeans. He confidence about him and a passion for saving people.
It was to the clearing he was tracking a werewolf that was terrorizing the local town, and in the world of hunting if it had a body count then it was their job to put it down. The thing is what he found was not a werewolf but a man sleeping in the middle...At night...and there is a werewolf around!
'SHIT!' he thought.
He ran into the clearing and fell to his knees next to the man, he needed to get him up and out of there before something bad happened. He shook the man and slapped him. "Dude what the hell! Wake the fuck up!" he hisses hurriedly. He then decided to check for a heartbeat. "Yeah you have a heart beat so you cant be dead" he mumbled.
He looks around. So far no sign of the monster. "I must of lost the thing! Damn it! Sammy going to be pissed!" He looked down at the man. 'He looks so peaceful sleeping there. But why isn't he waking' he thinks to himself.
The man has black hair and soft skin. He wore a white dress shirt, Dress pants, and shoes that are so out of date they must have been hand-me-downs. He really couldn't have been there long. The grass was green and he looked so young. Maybe in his late twenty's to early thirty's.
The other was going to get up and walk away but those lips drew him in like a beacon. So he did what he always does, he takes what he wants when he can, because he never knows when he will have a chance again.
He looked over the sleeping man one more time before he slowly lowering his lips to touch the others. He never kissed a man before, but he thought why not try. because he was asleep. And the odds of him waking up to the gentle kiss was highly unlikely.
The sleeping Man's lips where cold and hard as stone. He sat up and pulled away from the thing laying below. "Who the hells leaves a statue so beautifully painted laying around in the middle of the forest?"
As he got up to walk away the statue started to cough and sit up. The green eyed man jumped and took a few steps back. "Whoa! Dude not a statue!"
The man on the ground looked around, confusion written all over his face. He should be dead. Why wasn't he dead! "where...am..I" he tired to speak but his mouth was so dry. Worry written in his blue eyes.
"Your in a forest. At night. In Oregon..." The green eye man answered. 'why the hell am I here dealing with a statue that came to life when I could be hunting a werewolf!?' he thought to himself.
The blue eye man eyes widen as he looks up at the man in front of him. "who...are...you"
The green eyed man smirked. "Names: Dean Winchester! And you are?" he pretended to bow down.
"Castiel..."
Dean looked at the man still sitting on the ground. "Castiel that sounds like a mouthful. Can I just call you Cas?"
Castiel blushed and looked away 'He use to call me that...oh Damien where art thou?' Castiel thought, "I...rather...you..."
Dean grabs his canister of water and tosses it down at Castiel. "hear drink first then we can get you some food and we can talk after that. Here is not a good place Cas"
"Don't..call..me...that." He open it and took a swing of water.
The water felt great going down his throat. It was like he hadn't had a drank in so long.
"yeah yeah lets just go." He helped the Castiel get up on his feet. But Castiel fell back on the ground. He couldn't walk it was like his leg were out of shape and he couldn't feel his grace, yet knew it was still kinda there...
"Whoa I got you. Man you must have been knocked out for a while." He threw Castiel arm over his shoulder and then helped him walk through the forest to the impala his baby.