Where it Begins (Destiel AU) CANCELLED

1: The Meeting

Deans P.O.V:

I slip the quarters into the machine, drumming my fingers on the edge of the control panel to the Van Halen song stuck in my head. I press the number in, B2, and watch carefully as the bag of Cheetos that I was planning to give to my little brother Sammy when I got home every Wednesday night plop to the bottom of the vending machine. I reach down, stick my hand in, and pull them out.
I whistle the song Right Now by Van Halen as I walk away, past my boss's closes door. I flip off the closed door, and make faces at the empty office. I hate my boss, Crowley is a manipulative, narcissistic child. He uses people to get what he wants, and he thinks that the world revolves around him. Asshole. I strut back into the other hallway section- the one with me, Charlie, and a couple other agent's offices are. I'm at the very end of the hallway and Charlie is three doors down.
I notice Charlie is away from her desk, so I look around, and quietly walk up to her desk and write, I LOVE DEAN, with a couple hearts around it on her little personal whiteboard for notes and reminders. Smiling, my inner child comes out. I begin to draw obscenities like little dicks in the corners of the whiteboard, and smiley faces everywhere too. Just as I finish drawing the last dick, I hear the bathroom door open so I quickly walk down the hallway and into my office at the end of the hallway and partly close my door, all the while laughing to myself.

I glance around my room, and my eyes land on a stack of papers reading on my desk with a sticky note on them. I walk up to the pile, and groan. I peel the bright rainbow colored sticky note off of the cover page, and read the sloppy print scrawled across it.
Dean, finish these by Friday- asshat.
Wait, that says "Crowley", my bad. I look at the ink carefully and noticed he used my favorite blue pen. I'm going to kill him. Hold on, the bastard use some of my sticky notes too! Damn. I love those sticky notes, Sammy got them for me after I came out to my father when I turned 24 last month. Pondering about my little brother, I sit at my desk and mindlessly begin to sign the papers.

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After what feels like hours, three trips to the bathroom, and my cramping hand, I'm finally halfway done. I glance at my clock, it reads 9:15. Shit! I have to get home to Sammy! But these papers are due in two days and I am booked all day tomorrow in a meeting... Could I take them home? Would Crowley let me? Before I can answer that, I hear my partner in crime- literally, call me from the other room.
"Agent Winchester?"
"Charlie, I told you to call me Dean, we've been partners for two years." I yell back smiling about what I wrote on her whiteboard, not looking up from the pile of papers I needed to finish by tonight.
"Okay, fine, but there is someone here looking for you." I hear her respond, with her voice trailing off at the end. Who could be looking for me? Especially at this time of day...
"Can you tell them to wait until tomorrow? I've got to finish these papers and get home to Sammy." I call back, flipping the page of the current please-sign-here packet from my last case.
"I think you will want to talk to them now Dean." She clips back, worry filling her voice. I sigh deeply, and take off my glasses and set them next to my favorite blue pen.
"Send them in." I answer. I hear light footsteps pad down the hallway and a figure limps into my office. His head is down with a black zip-up-hoodie pulled over his head, and lightly ripped dark wash skinny jeans with simple black Nike sneakers.
"Can I help you sir?" I ask him politely, trying to strain out the annoyance in my head.
He slowly lifts his arms up to his head and pulls his hoodie down, and raven-black hair sticks out in every direction and the only description have for it is hot sex hair. He picks his head up to look me in the eye, and the only thing I can focus on are his eyes. His eyes are electric, bright blue that pierce the soul. I begin to notice the off coloring of his face, and see a bruise covering the left side of his forehead. As I continue to scan his face I notice another bruise on his right jaw that is creeping down his neck, his split lip, and a scratch across his left cheek. He finally speaks, and his deep, gravely voice sends shivers down my spine.
"Agent Winchester?"
"Yes, may I ask you for your name? And what can I help you with?" I ask him, my voice stern, slightly annoyed with the mystery and time of day.
"Yes, of course. My name is Castiel Novak, and I need your help." He says, his voice shaking. I gesture to the leather seat in front of my desk and step out from behind it to sit on the front edge of it in front of him. He looks up at me, and waves of peace wash over me. Woah. My heart rate increases, and my breath hitches in my throat when he smiles slightly at me.
"What can I help you with?" I ask a third time, struggling much with the new found fondness leaking into my voice.
"This is going really creepy, but I did some research, and I heard you were a very good agent, and actually youngest in your building. But I your help with something because..." He stops abruptly, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes before shakily and slowly saying,
"I've just been raped."

Hi there y'all! This is my first story, and this is just the first chapter so hopefully I'll improve :). Tell me how you guys like it, and please comment what you think or if I need to change anything. Remember, you are amazing, and always keep fighting. 💙
-Nic