Unexpected Bond - Castiel x Reader [On Hold]

Part 1

**Trigger warning** : attempted sexual violence. Do not read if this upsets you. 

You stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to go home from a long day's work. Your bag was heavy on your shoulder as you stared absently across the street at a really pretty 1967 Chevrolet Impala. It was parked outside a café, a guy sitting in the back seat staring ahead. The sun was still high enough for you to make out that he had short tousled brown hair. You felt yourself staring at him for a long moment. All of a sudden, he turned his head and you could see his piercing blue eyes make eye contact with you. You jumped slightly and looked away; but you could feel him still staring at you. You chanced a glance back up to him and saw him almost glaring at you in confusion. You gasped and felt the need to leave. You met his gaze again, feeling ever so uncomfortable. You reached up and nervously tugged at one of your dark curls and glanced down the road for the bus.
What was taking the bus so long? You pulled your cellphone out of your pocket and looked at the time. It should have been here a long time ago! You looked up and saw that the man had turned his body to face you in the back seat of the car. A squeak escaped your lips and you looked around, anxiety rising in your chest. "Why is he still staring?" you muttered, barely above a whisper.

You glanced up and down the street and turned to walk in the direction you wanted to go. Speed walking in the cold evening air. You pulled your grey scarf higher up on your face to protect you from the cold wind now blowing. You glanced back and saw that the man had actually left the car now and was standing in the street next to it. You saw he was dressed rather nice; dress pants and a tie. But the trench coat scared you a little. You were always told creeps wore trench coats, and you didn't like the way he didn't stop staring at you.

Just then, as you were turning the corner and finally looking ahead of yourself, you crashed into something hard, causing you to fall to the ground. "Ouch!" you shuttered and looked up. A big scary looking man towered above you. You took a sharp intake of breath at the look in his features. He was angry, and smelled of alcohol.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going!" you shouted nervously. You scrambled to your feet and tried to move around him but he grabbed your arm.

"Not so fast girlie." he said with a slur. He's drunk. You thought. You tried to pull away but he had a strong grip on you.
"Please. Let go. I said I was sorry." You felt that anxiety build as you tugged at your arm.

"That's not how you say sorry. You gotta give me something." He slurred. "That hurt, and now you haveta make me feel better." He added. Dread. What did he want?
"I-I have money? You want that?" You tried to reach for your bag but he took it off you and threw it to the ground. You felt tears sting at your eyes. You tried to fight him back.

"Nah I don't want that." He snickered then. "You're real pretty aint'cha." he drawled. You began to panic.
"Shit." you said, fighting against him harder now. "Let me go!" you screamed. As you tried to pull away, he began dragging you down the alleyway you were going to go down to get home. Only there was next to no light in there. One street light, halfway down the alley, flickered as the sun disappeared and it was now dark. You let out a scream as loud as you could, shouting for someone to help you. But it seemed like no one was around. He pulled you in behind a dumpster and threw you against the wall. You hit it hard, knocking the breath out of you for the moment. He closed in; you threw up your arms, trying to push him away as he reached for your jacket and tore it open, big brown buttons scattered. A loud echo as one button hit the side of the dumpster. You began repeating no and he breathed his gross drunken breath at you.

"Someone!!" you yelled. You could hear the belt he wore jingle as he began pulling his pants down. Tears stained your face as he held you against the wall by your neck. You couldn't scream now; he was pressing too hard.