Random one shots of just anything

Memory of the past (Destiel-Supernatural

Castiel's P.O.V

I tried to stay focused but the sound of leaves being crushed under my feet kept distracting me. I couldn't tell if it was mine or theirs. All I know is that I was being followed. However if I were to guess I would say they were on two feet like me and could see me or hear me considering every-time I stopped so did it.

This was getting ridiculous, and nerve recking, it was the middle of the day in the woods and I'm hunting some monster that I can't see but I know sees me. How am I suppose to fight it with out knowing if, when, or where it will attack me from.

I gripped my fingers around the shot gun. With each step I took it was closer and tighter to me. The last thing I wanted was to lose my grip around it when this thing pounced.

Wait, if it can see me, or even just hear me, that would potentially mean they know when and where I would walk......or run.

There's an open field just a few yards away. This way I can see it. However the field isn't too far from the main road in and out of this place and if I wanna head in that direction, it would be a little to close to the town then I'm comfortable with, but its better then the playground just on the other side of here. That's the last place I would want it.

Only two ways this can end, dead, or not dead. Seems reasonable.

I ran.

I ran probably faster then I thought I would. It had been awhile since I've had too. But I did it. Jumping over logs and ducking from branches, I wanted to get this thing as off guard as possible.

Then opportunity came when I saw a thin bush like tree in the way of the field.

Perfect.

I jumped through it covering my face from any potential scratches. And there it was, an open field. An opportunity to take this thing down. Only now I'm realizing I'm also even more vulnerable

The sounds of twigs and branches breaking behind me snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly pulled back the fore shock on my gun and pointed it to were I had just came out of. My finger above the trigger. I had it aimed and ready to shoot. Only I didn't.

What came out wasn't a monster it was human. Or human like. But the moment he saw me his gun was up to.

A white hand held. The hammer was pulled back and his finger was was on the trigger. Ready to shoot.

There was something familiar about it. About his gun, the way he was holding it. And that jacket... There's no way it could be-

For the first time I actually looked at him. His face, it all just looked so familiar, too familiar that I didn't want to believe it. It wasn't until I saw his eyes I knew who he was.

"Dean?" I lowered my gun.

He studied me for a second, unable to tell who I was. I couldn't move, I had no idea what to do. Realization dawned and he lowered his gun too.

"Cas?"

I would have perfected being shot.