The first thing I remember when waking up is the loud singing, I smiled thinking that Sam had woken up first. Then my eyes opened and I was in the impala and Sam wasn't the one sitting next to me. "Oh, you've woken up." This was the first time I get to actually see the man and he looked completely normal, handsome even. I shoved down my thoughts about his eyes, it was wrong. "I was about to push you out into some ditch, there's no use of a dead hostage."

"So that's what I am?" I'm surprised my voice worked.

The man shrugged his shoulders, "I guess, just until I get to where I'm going then-" he ran his finger across his throat. Great now I taste last night's dinner, my hands begin to sweat and I can't feel my surroundings. My breath comes to me in short bursts and soon black dots swirl in my vision, "Dean?" the man pulls to car over and slides next to me, "Are you alright?" He's so close to me, and he knows that I'm not fine. God this is where I die.

I start to hyperventilate and my right hand grabs the dash.

I might have passed out after that.

The next time I wake up its quiet and I remember where I am and what I am, a hostage who's bound to die.

"Dean, don't freak out." A hand touches me and I jump, "I'm not going to hurt you."

I can't help it, I laugh.

The hand moves away and I look up at him, it's dark out now, I've been gone for almost a whole day; I wonder if they're looking for me. "I'm not, Dean." The hand is back on my shoulder and I mover as far away from him as I can.

"Stop."

"I'm Castiel by the way." He smiles and my eyes go wide, why did it have to be him? Couldn't it have been any other mass murdering/part time disfiguring/running from the cops man? "Oh you know me! Great, well it's been a long day and I'm bushed."

"…alright."

"I'm going to take a quick nap." He grins at me, for the first time I realize that my hands are handcuffed together. He sees me looking, "I can't have you running off now." Castiel takes off his jacket, underneath he's wearing a white button up shirt, there's blood on the sleeve. It doesn't look like his.

I can tell when he's asleep, but I wait a few minutes just to be safe. The doors on the impala squeak too much for me to try and run off, but I could always knock him out and leave him here, tell the cops later. I feel pressure behind my eyes and I know I'm going to cry, so I do. I let everything out. "I'm never going to see Sammy again, or mom." My whisper is so loud I flinch, but Castiel doesn't move. I sit up in my seat and wipe at my cheeks, it's hard to do much of anything with my hands tied together, but I manage to piece myself back together. There's a crow bar in the glove box.

After I close the glove box, I wrap the metal in my hands. Castiel moves in his sleep and I panic, I cannot die here. I don't even know where I am. I stare at him for a long time, and even though I've been asleep for basically all day my eye lids begin to grow heavy. I blink furiously; he's only been out for about an hour.

I can't bring myself to do it; I've never been into hurting people.

"You could hurt yourself with that." Castiel's deep voice shocks me and I drop the crow bar. He opens his eyes and sits up, "And here I thought I could trust you."

"I'm sorry." My heart is racing and I back up against the door.

He sighs, "It's fine, we should get going." He starts the engine, I don't move. "Sit right Dean."

I do.

"Hand me the crow bar Dean."

I don't even hesitate.

He rolls down the window and throws it on the road, "Are you afraid of me Dean?"

"You're a murderer." My words shake in my throat and I ball my firsts in my lap, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He's driving without the lights on and I can't help and think that he's going to hurt the impala, "I've never killed anyone you knew right?"

"That doesn't-"

Castiel puts his hand on my leg and I sit perfectly still, "I haven't abused you right?" I can tell the 'not yet' is implied.

In the morning my stomach rumbles so loud that it's obvious that Castiel heard it, "You like diner food?"

He steer's us into some random roadside truck stop and I see a glimpse of freedom, I could get someone to help me, maybe make a scene. There are too many people in there for him to take control of, right?

We sit down in a back booth, Castiel doesn't seem to look nervous and this makes me nervous. I try to remember what all I read about him online. My mind draws a blank; I look up to see him staring at me. "Order whatever you like."

The waitress comes up right then, I give her one of my most charming smiles and she ignores me, "What can I get for you?" her voice is gruff and I'm pretty sure she has more of a mustache than I could even grow.

"I'll take a burger." Castiel hands her the menu and she turns on me.

"Same." She leaves with an eye roll.

Castiel turns to me and I'm surprised my skin doesn't crawl, "You know if you continue to stare at me like that and order like me people are bound to think we're together."

"We are together." He laughs and I feel left out of the joke, "What?" I snap

Castiel reaches across the table and grabs my hand and holds it, "I meant this kind of together you idiot farm boy." He drops my hand and I feel myself blush, hopefully he doesn't notice.

We sit in silence for a long time, and even after our food comes and we begin to eat I keep my head down and avoid just looking near him. "You don't have to be afraid of me."

I don't look at him, "Why shouldn't I be, you said that after you get to where you're going to…you'll kill me."

Castiel sighs dramatically, "Yeah well you don't have to be afraid of me right now."

"I don't think you understand." He doesn't answer me after that. The waitress comes back and hands Castiel the ticket, I see her give us a strange look and I guess it does look like we're together.

When we're leaving I tell him I have to go to the bathroom and he tells me to meet him in the car. Our waitress comes back and asks me is everything's alright and for some reason, I lie. "Just looking for your bathroom." She smiles, and points me down a hallway.

I get back to the car a few minutes later and I can't help but wonder why on earth I just gave up my first and probably only chance at getting free. I tell myself it's because he knows where my family lives and he could probably find me anyways. The truth is, and I try to not even think about it, I just have no idea why I came back to this car. And it scared me.