Where it Begins (Destiel AU) CANCELLED

2: The Story

*Warning: Rape, mention of rape*

Deans P.O.V.
The words take what feel like hours to process in my brain.
I've just been raped.

How the Hell does one respond to that? I've worked hundreds of cases and only one has been a rape case.

"Oh, wow, okay. Well- Castiel, was it? My name is Agent Winchester, but you can call me Dean. I'm going to find the person that did this, and I'm going to personally make them repent for what they did, and then I'm going to put them away for a very long time." I say softly, but strong enough to let him know I'm more stable than I am on the inside.
On the inside, I feel awful, scared, and I have a sudden longing to beat the mother-fucking shit out of the person that did this to the battered yet very attractive man in my office. I've never worked a rape case alone, and currently I'm blind.
Castiel looks up at me with big blue eyes, and says with small tears in his eyes and a smile across his face,
"Thank you."
I'm the one to make the first move. I stand up slowly, and he follows.
"Okay, Castiel, there are some guidelines we need to follow, and first I have to ask you a few questions, is that okay?" I ask with a sweet tone in my voice. Castiel nods his head, and I walk him over to my long table with a small recorder in the center, along with some wilted flowers in a dried up vase. Again, with the sudden urges, I am largely aware of how messy my office is and that I really should do some redecorating.
Enough, focus on the case!
I pull out my favorite leather rolling chairs and gesture for him to sit down. As he takes his seat, I sit down in my second-favorite rolling chair next to him on his left. I begin with,
"Okay, let's start with some simple questions..."

Castiel's P.O.V.
"Okay, let's start with some simple questions. First, do you mind if this is recorded? It's needed for case files." Dean asks me softly. He's a very soft spoken man, with perfect lips. I nearly lose my train of thought when we make eye-contact. This is going to be a long night... Not that I mind...

"No, I don't mind at all." I answer back, just as soft. The edges of his lips turn up slightly as he drags the small device across the dark wooden table, and presses the small green button.
"Let's begin. What is your full name, age, and date of birth?" He starts off, looking me in the eyes. Stop doing that- but please don't.
"My name is Castiel James Novak, I am 23 years old, and I was born on September 18th, so I'll be turning 24 in two weeks today." I answer back, continuing with eye contact.
"Where do you live?"
"Just outside of Lawrence, Kansas."
"Okay this one is jumping from easy, to probably the most difficult question... What happened the night you were raped, and when did it happen?" He asks, with a broken voice. I can tell he doesn't want to ask me this, but he has to- I don't blame him. My eyes water slightly, and my pulse racks through my face from my various bruises.
"Um... I was raped this night, September 4th... And it all started when I got home from my brother Gabriel's house..."

-Flashback-
I walk in my house, carrying my laptop bag in one hand, and phone in the other. "Alright, alright, Gabe, I'll talk to you later... Yep, I made it home safe and sound... Okay! I'll let you know... Yep, love you too little bro, bye- and give Ali a hug for me!" I hit the 'end call' button with a smile, and a "freakin' couples" under my breath. I rest my laptop on my kitchen table/counter/desk and rest my phone on the counter. I whistle the song Heat of the Moment by Asia, since it was playing when I pulled in my driveway. I open my fridge, do a once look over, and close it again. I walk around my kitchen aimlessly until I open the fridge again- damn, still nothing. I hum to myself as I walk over to the cabinet with my Goldfish, the snack-that-smiles-back, and rest my elbows on the counter as I open the bag. I don't get to eat one Goldfish before all of my lights shut off at once.
"That's not creepy." I say to myself. I walk over to the light switch and flick it once, twice, and multiple times. 'Nothing- why did they go out? There wasn't a storm the last time I checked...'