Castiel shrugged into his coat, it was large and dirty, hiding his figure from the outside world. It was an old trench coat, probably stupid looking to other people, but in a way that helped. Castiel used to have a fear of being followed home after work thanks to a lot of movies he'd seen where the hookers were constantly stalked by psychos... So, usually he'd walk home with Gabriel in his big coat without worry. Today he was alone. Gabriel must have ditched work early or something. Maybe picked someone up...

Insensitive bastard.

To make matters worse, Castiel lived on the other side of traffic you could say. The quickest way home being through a smelly back alley. It was usually quiet, maybe with the exception of a stray cat now and again. Not too bad really, but it was still a little nerve wracking thanks to his fear. Walk down the alley for a few blocks, until it thins. Then there's a break in the road and you take a left. Another few steps and he's in the home stretch. Nothing to be afraid of... He'd be fine...

Even with his self assurance, Castiel made sure his steps were a little more rushed then usual. The city's dim lights flickered as his nerves created imaginary noises that were 'following' him. He shook his head with irritation. Whenever you're scared you start thinking that everything's out to get you. That's just the stupid law of the universe. Damn Gabriel!

He was imagining shadows on his sides, crowding up the alleyway and running menacingly along it's brick walls. Castiel winced, he was in fact, very afraid. Imagination or not.

The feeling of being watched was nerve wracking as Cas started to fall into a paranoid state, stealing quick glances over his shoulder as his throat started to clench. Bottles skidded along the cement at his back. The alley seemed to get smaller as he walked. He needed to get out of there. When he heard the first small chuckle of laughter, Castiel froze.

There was someone behind him. Someone very alive, and very real.

Someone was following him home.

A sense of dread washed over Castiel, his head pounding with harsh heart beats. His feet slowly started to move. One step... then another. Then long steps, strides, hops. Running! The footsteps behind him grew louder as yipping and hollering started to echo through the thin alley. "Oh! He's running!" they laughed.

There was more then one. A group chasing him comically, as if the entire affair was trivial, like he was a hunt. Castiel tripped over a catch in the ground where pavement met brick, slamming his head as he fell. The man clutched at his bleeding forehead, straining himself to push on. The voices were louder, their footsteps quicker. Click clack click clack*

Castiel took a sharp right, knowing that home was just ahead. He could make it.

"We've got him!" a cruel voice cheered.

"Don't let him get away!"

They were male voices, but twisted and sick, excited to catch him. Was this a game to them? Castiel thought he'd cry. Was he going to be kidnapped? Abused? Was this something else? His train of thought faded away as he reached a wall of brick, blocking his path. What? The break in the road... which way had he turned? He'd turned left right!? He'd gone the right way right?!

The pack hooped and hollered with glee as they closed in, Castiel pressing his back against the wall. Praying they'd pass him by. His legs gave out, the blood from his head starting to drain him on his consciousness. Castiel curled into himself, waiting for whoever planned to round that corner. Using his sleeve as a cloth, Castiel wiped some of the blood from his head, giving up completely when he realized it wasn't planning to stop.

The voices were more concentrated, less echoed as they rounded the corner. His vision was starting to fade, but he could make them out well enough. It was the band of dicks from his work. His heart raced, his head filled to the brim with vulgar thoughts of what they would do to him. He wanted to cry out for help... but there wasn't anyone who would hear him. "Gabriel!" he pleaded, rather helplessly. It wasn't any good.

The group was just a few meters from him now, their evil grins shining brightly. Castiel tried to stay positive, tried to keep himself together. His head searched endlessly for a good outlet. When he found one, he lifted his head to the sky before screaming out. He just wanted to be home. He'd thought he'd found someone today, but this was going to be the end of him, "Dean!" he begged.

They were upon him, grabby hands tearing at his coat and shirt as others help his hands in place. They laughed and encouraged one another as Castiel fought, "Stop it! You pigs!" Cas bit, trying to save his last bit of dignity. "Get off me!"

A few of them chuckled, "Feisty looks good on you."

"However these clothes just don't..."

"Let's get em' off!" another cheered.

There was one standing behind, just observing. The beasts ripped away his jacket, clawing at his clothes until he was nearly naked. Then the stranger intervened. "Alright. That will be enough." he ordered, raising his hand.

It looked like the ring leader from the restraint. The disgusting man who'd taken a liking to him. Castiel struggled against his captors as the man drew closer. With a sadistically charming smile, "You shouldn't be scared. It won't hurt too much."

Castiel spat in his face, earning a strict punch to the face from one of the followers. He glared bravely up at the man, "What's so appealing about gang raping me in an alley then?"

"Rape you?" he asked, "Oh that's not what we're here for. See, The Lion's Den is a great place to scope out new... more feminine males for our lads. After all, everybody needs someone at the end of the day."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

The man smiled, revealing a row of... Castiel choked, "Fangs?"

"Hold still, and I'll make it as painless as possible."

Castiel let out another wail, pleading for anyone to help him. He didn't know why... but Dean kept popping into his head. As the men held him roughly against the ground, the vampire tipped his head and exposed his neck. Castiel wanted to cry, "No, Stop!"

With his last ounce of hope, he begged, "DEAN!"