•Trench Coat Angel• (Castiel)

Lucia Abner ran away from home after she and her family got into a fight. Little did she know that after meeting a mysterious green eyed man at a bar that she would soon know the existence of things that go bump in the night and the ones that protect humanity from those evils.


2. Chapter II

Chapter II


"So where are you from?" I asked Dean over the buzz of conversations going on inside the bar. He'd convinced me to go back inside, although I didn't tell him what happened moments before we met. No one even gave me a second glance when I entered except for the blonde that took my order before. Either she was staring at me or eye-fucking Dean which kind of pissed me off.

Come on Lucia, you barely even know the guy..

"Lawrence, Kansas." He replied simply, taking a sip of his beer. I did the same with the one he insisted on buying me, averting my gaze from him. There was no doubt he was attractive. I'd been on dates and had experienced with guys (not the best, but still) but for some reason I couldn't stop being so nervous.

"Where are you from?" He asked, staring at me.

"Asheville, North Carolina." I said, putting my beer back on the table and trailing my finger around the rim of the bottle.

Dean chuckled. "Why are you way out here in Nebraska then?" He asked, his eyes scanning my face in curiosity. I smiled and sighed. "Family problems. I had to get away for a while."

"You don't know a thing about family problems." The boy Sam finally spoke with a sinister chuckle. He hadn't said a word since Dean and I entered. I didn't even know him for fifteen minutes and I hated his guts.

Dean glared at him and pulled his keys out of his pocket before sitting them on the table. "If you're going to act like an ass go ahead to the hotel." He snapped.

Sam stared at him in disbelief before snatching the keys and storming off.

"I- uh.. I want to apologize for him. He's going through a lot right now and he's not taking other people's emotions into consideration. Don't let him ruin your night." Dean said solemnly.

I forced a smile. "It's fine, really. I don't expect everyone to understand." I said, finishing my beer off.

"I understand." He replied, gently putting his hand over mine. He stroked the top of it with his thumb while staring intently at me. I felt my face heating up and instinctively looked away from embarrassment. Damn it, why couldn't he be ugly?

"Thank you.." I finally muttered, staring at his hand on mine. A spark of courage travelled through me and my eyes moved to his face, his green eyes sparkling. His hair looked as if he'd ran his fingers through it a few times while I wasn't looking.

"So uh.." Dean's husky voice interrupted my thoughts. "It's still pretty early. Do you want to catch a movie or something?"

I smiled. "I'd love to, Dean." His name flowed effortlessly from my mouth. It felt so foreign, but at the same time it felt so.. Nice.

Dean gently helped my from my seat and I led him to my car in the parking lot.

"A 1970 Chevelle SS?" He asked a little shocked. I laughed before getting in. "Yeah, my dad gave it to me when I turned sixteen. He'd taught me a lot about cars and I have to say, I love them."

He sat there for a minute with his mouth gaping open. "And you're.. a girl? That likes cars? Holy shit, marry me." He laughed.

I smiled and started the car. "You haven't even taken me to dinner and you want me to marry you? Do I really look that easy?"

I turned the radio on and one of my cds was playing. The sound of Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne filled the car as Dean put his seatbelt on. I did the same and pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the nearest movie theater.

We were both quiet, enjoying the music when a dark shadow ran out into the road and collided with the front end of my car. A slight scream emerged from my throat and I flung the door open and got out to see who- or what- I hit.

I covered my mouth with my hands as I noticed what was in front of my car.


"But- but I.. I hit something!" I cried hysterically. Dean was inspecting the front of my car which was slightly dented. The red paint was stained with a darker red that I figured was blood. Dean pulled what looked like fur from the grill and looked at me with a look of horror on his face. "We have to leave. Now." He said, all seriousness in his voice.

"I hit something, Dean! I can't just leave, it's a crime scene!"

"Now, Lucia!" He ordered. My heart sank in my chest when I heard a deep growl from the woods behind Dean.

"D- Dean?" He turned to look at the source of the growl and a pair of deep yellow eyes stared back at us. Dean stepped protectively in front of me as another growl rose from the beast's throat.

A blur of brown fur and white teeth came right at Dean and I before he pushed me out of the way, the animal tackling him to the ground. "Dean!" I screamed, my heart racing and adrenaline rushing through my veins.

The wolf was huge. Actually, huge was an understatement; almost six feet tall at the shoulder. It's fur looked thick and coarse, spotted with blood from colliding with my car. It's teeth were bared at Dean and another scream was caught in my throat as two more wolves emerged from the woods, a brown one and a pale gray one. Both with the same unforgiving yellow eyes and razor sharp teeth.

"Lucia, run!" Dean yelled. I couldn't just leave him there, but I didn't have time to argue. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me, which was nothing compared to those wolves. The gray one darted in front of me, making me stop abruptly. I turned to run into the woods, but the other brown wolf bared it's teeth at me, sending a shiver of fear down my spine.

"Take her to the Alpha. She fits the description he told us." A male voice said. I turned to see who spoke and came face to face with a man who was.. naked. I quickly averted my gaze to see that the other wolf had turned into a person as well. I didn't dare let my eyes go below his chest.

"What do you want with me?" I asked, my voice trembling in fear. The men laughed. "Don't worry. The Alpha always takes care of his human pets." One of them sneered.

"Are you going to kill me?" I felt hot tears run down my face. "Please, I haven't done anything."

The man stepped toward me and roughly grabbed my face in his hand. "Don't beg for your life, bitch. There's no use." He smirked before balling his fist and collided with my face, a sickening crack filling the air as I hit the ground.

"Please.." I begged, spitting blood on the pavement.

Then everything went black.

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