To a new place. A better one.

A jump through time.

::: This one was made on my phone, so apologies to any mistakes that may happen. Oh,and this is a filler chapter really, but it's a shortish one.:::

"H-hello? Who are you?" Castiel stuttered, not exactly sure if he should trust the man in front of him. He only saw a faint outline of him, he could tell it was an older man, as he had broad shoulders, and of course, his voice was deeper than a teenagers.

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out. Just come in and let me patch up those cuts of yours."

Castiel hesitated, yet again debating on whether he should trust him. His mind said yes, but small feeling in his guts said no. He shrugged to himself, deciding to trust him as he walked in, soon being able to see everything all of a sudden, like a blindfold was just taken off his eyes.

He looked around him, looking into a somewhat decent place, there were a few beer bottles on the floor, burger wrappers here and there, and the furniture was covered with plastic.

"Don't worry, this dump isn't mine. Just borrowing it for this... special occasion." Castiel looked to the man as he spoke, noticing he had a round face, his jaw covered with stubble. He had short black hair, or was it dark brown, and brown eyes. He skin was a light tan, going well with the black suit he wore.

Castiel raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was some entrepreneur who had successfully trapped him and would torture him if he didn't invest in his things.

"Do you know why you've come here, Castiel?"

Castiel eyes widened. How did he know my name?! He was too spooked to answer so he shook his head no.

He watched as the man moved around, disappearing behind a door only to come back with a first aid kit. Castiel had forgotten he was beat up, he had gotten used to the pain, his limp, and the throbbing pain in his head.

"Well, I heard you, mumbling to yourself how you wished your torment would end, how you'd grown so tired of it you were going to end it yourself. And we can't have that, can we?"

Castiels cheeks turned a bright tint of red. He had heard that? It was embarrassing to say the least, but yet he was glad someone heard his silent cry for help.

"Its not like you can change it. They're just going to keep on beating me up until they, or I, kill me..." Castiel sighed, keeping still as the man used a disinfecting towlet to clean the wounds of his face.

He couldn't help but wince at the burning sensation it caused, but he figured it'd be better than an infected wound.

"That's a shame.." Castiel heard the man mutter, not sure what he was referring to.

"What?" He asked, looking at the man as he dug through the first aid kit.

"Ah, nothing. Just you've got a blood stain on that there shirt and jacket of yours."

Castiel nodded, having gone through a couple of his favorite shirts. Most of the clothing he owned was stained with memories of his tormentors.

"So, why are you helping me? Its useless to do so." Castiel whispered as the man put bandages on his face.

"Because you'd help someone who was in your position, whether it be someone you hate or not. So, if you can help someone then I can help someone."

Castiel squinted his eyes at the man, not sure if he heard regret in his voice. "...Were you not able to help someone else in time?"

"Maybe, who's to know. Anyways, about this issue of yours." He watched as he walked into another room, deciding to follow him this time. They walked into an office, the man heading straight behind the desk and sitting in the office chair.

Castiel followed suit, sitting down in the chair in front of the desk. He thought it was weird to have two chairs in this office. It made it seem like he was about to sign a contract or something.

"You want out of this place. Want a fresh start, to do something different with your life, am I correct?"

Castiel nodded, his lips curving down a bit. His gut told him to run out of here as quick as he could, but he didn't want to.

He did want out of this place, he did want a fresh start. And he most certainly wanted to restart his life, to make himself a completely different person. And this man, this man was going to give him the chance to do so.

"What if I told you I could send you to a different place. A better one... What would you give up for it?"

Castiel sat there, suddenly finding his hands very interesting. He twirled his thumbs around each other before signing. "Anything... really.."

He glanced up at the man, seeing his toothy grin as he said that.

"Now, are you sure about that? About giving up anything, whether it be something, or someone, you love?"

Castiel gave a silent laugh. "Yeah, I'd give up those. The people and things I love can't give me a better life, nor will they try to."

He finally stared at the man, watching as he pulled a piece of paper, it looking old and worn out, and slid it over to him.

"Then, sign this and you'll be sent to a new place. A better one."

Castiel eyed the paper cautiously, leaning forward to look at it. He would read over it, but the text was small and it filled up the whole paper. Castiel felt he could trust the man, so he picked up the pen.

The pen hovered over the paper, still unsure with himself. But the pen touched the paper. And in a second his name was signed, Castiel Novak, and he was shoving the paper back to the man.

"The deed is done. I will see you in due time. Now, off to a better place for you."

"W-wait!"

Castiel didn't have time to stop him, he had more questions, but they'd never get answered.

For all he saw was pitch black...

::: eh, it's not the best thing ever. But soon I'll have another chapter up, whether it be today or tomorrow.
And hey, spring break next week so I'll have lots of time to write multiple chapters! On a computer too!:::