Castiel shorts

Castiel the hunter

You sit under the umbrella of a little café you like to have lunch at. You finished your crispy sandwich and wiped your chin with the napkin before placing it on the table. Your ears picked up a low rumble. Turning your head to the direction of the noise you see a black dot with a cloud of dust behind it. You squint as the dot grows larger but with the sun’s rays it’s hard to see anything until it gets closer.

The waitress comes over and takes your empty plate and brings you the check. After pulling out some green paper you place it inside the plastic folder. Looking up and back to the dot that now is a lot closer to distinguish that it’s a man a top a motorcycle. The loud engine roars, as he grows closer. You watch as he drives past you, in what seems to be slow motion.

Your eyes eat up the black motorcycle and something drawn on the saddlebags. The wind whipped through his dark hair while the sun bounced off his perfectly tanned skin. His hands grip and occasionally rev the handlebars and you can’t stop staring. He pulls into a spot and his boot moves out the kickstand. His leg swings around the side and you see his black jeans slide off the leather seat. He spins around and your temporary blinded by the sun reflecting off his sunglasses.

His leather jacket fits him perfectly as he leans over and takes something out of the saddlebag. Straightening up he looks your way and you don’t even try to look away or hide your stares. He smiles in your direction and your heart flutters a bit. You never would have thought a man riding a motorcycle and wearing a leather jacket was your type. Then again what girl doesn’t love a bad boy?

You looked away when the waitress came back and took your payment. You had to wait for change and that gave you more ogling time. He walked in your direction and your eyes grew because he was coming to your table. Dumbly smiling you watched as he sat down across from you. Your mind was swimming on what his voice sounded like and you wanted to ask why he came and sat down at your table. Then he leaned forward, “I hope you don’t mind but you seem to be the only one here and I didn’t want to eat alone.”

The waitress comes back with your change. “Thank you,” you say to her and put the change in your pocket. His voice rattles around in your head. It was heavenly with the right about of gruff. “I’m sorry I’ve already eaten.” He gives you a side smile, “so you’re just gonna leave me hear to eat by myself?” You look at him smiling at you and leaning in taking off his sunglasses revealing the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. “Well maybe I can stay a few minutes.”

“So what brings you to town?” “Well a few minutes ago I would have said business,” then he looks back at you, “but I’ll have to change that.” You feel your face get warm. “So what business are you in?” He leans in as to study your face, “nice try but I’m talking about you. How good you’d look on the back of my bike.” You nearly burst into flames when you see him bite his lower lip.

“Nice try stranger but I don’t just hop on a bike with someone I just met.” No matter how badly you wanted to. The waitress comes back with his food and he starts chowing down on his burger and fries. “Well I’m a man who is attracted to the woman in front of me, wondering how long it will take her to feel comfortable with me to take her for a ride and stop wadding up her napkin.” You look down to see your hands clutching your napkin between your fingers. You laugh a little and throw it on the table. He takes another bite of his burger. “Isn’t it a bit early for that?” He looks down at his plate and swallows, “for food?” You stop yourself from rolling your eyes, “never mind.”

You look at your watch, “well I have to run a few errands.” He looks up at you and takes a bite from his fry. Your mind wonders how he can make that look so sexy but to protect yourself you have to leave. “I never got your name.” You stand up and look at him, “Y/N.” He smiles a bit, “I’m Castiel and I hope I see you soon.” “Castiel… unusual name.” “It’s the one my parents gave me.” “It’s a good one.” You swing your purse over your shoulder and start to walk away. “Y/N! Try not to think of me when you walk away.” You rolled your eyes because he was right.

Going for groceries and getting gas all you could think about was him; his eyes, his smile, his lips, his hands, his leather jacket, his black jeans, his… everything. Castiel, you kept saying his name over and over in your head. You took a shortcut through an old abandoned parking lot to get home. You knew this route so well but something inside you screamed to take the long way. When your back tire blew out you knew you should have listened to that voice.

You pounded your fist on the wheel then you pulled out your phone. You pressed the lock key and your screen didn’t turn on. “Well shit!” You looked over at your purse and cursed yourself again because this was your new one and left so many things out, like a car charger. Unbuckling your seatbelt you look around to see if anyone’s around. Not seeing a soul you open the door and step out.

Moving to the rear of the car you see the flat tire. Letting out some air you unlock the trunk and dig out the jack. Hearing footsteps behind you, you turn your head to see five big guys approaching. “You aren’t here to help me with my tire by any chance…” You see the one in the middle throw a smirk on his face. You take a breath, “I thought not.” Reaching back you pull out a tire iron. They get closer and you square your shoulders.

One lunges and you whack him hard to the side of his face while avoiding being hit. Another tries his luck and you take out his legs while spinning and give him a good blow to the back to keep him down. Then two come at you at once. Your eyes dart between the both of them. They move in circles around you and you don’t take your eyes off them. They both jump at you and swinging you take steps back.

Then one goes high while the other goes low. You swing and hit the one highest but the other took out your legs. You hit the pavement hard and look to the sky as you blink. “Now what’s fair about this?” Your head spins but they leave you alone to concentrate on the other voice. Once you can see straight again you look up to see Castiel fighting all five of them. Arms and legs fly everywhere. Some are knocked down before he pulls out a knife.

Two hit the ground in a bloody mess. “Better odds,” you hear him chuckle out. You lean up and get on your knees and crawl towards the action. Another hits the ground with a knockout. You make it to one of the dead bodies to see a large knife sticking out of his chest. The knock to your head wearing off you pull out the knife and stand. Seeing one sneak up behind Castiel you square your shoulders and take aim. Throwing the knife he’s knocked backwards and falls to the ground.

You breathe relief as the blade sticks out from his heart and Castiel looks at you and smiles. That brief second energized you. After he punched and stabbed another you joined his side. “Two against two,” you taunted. “So which one you want ugly or uglier?” You laughed, “there’s a difference?” When they circled you pressed your back against his. You felt his arms come up and lock with yours. He knew how they were going to attack before they did. Your side charged and you reared up and kicked him hard in the face then bent over so he could get a kick from his ugly dance partner.

You charged and delivered some serious punches to his face, chest and legs. He was down and you looked to see Castiel remove the knife from the others’ chest. He strode over to you and like when you first saw him get off his motorcycle you couldn’t stop staring. He leaned over the pavement and looked into his bloody face. “Why were you after her?” He gaged on his own blood, “thought… she was… an easy… target.” You smirked down at him, “picked on the wrong woman.”

Castiel kneeled down and stabbed him in the heart. Pulling out the knife he wiped the blood off on his jacket. He stood and looked at you. “Where did you learn to throw a blade like that?” You shrugged your shoulders, “I got bored in high school. How did you know I was here?” He points to the one on the ground, “been tracking this one for a while and he lead me to you.” “Is this what you do?” He puts away the knife and you see the butt of a gun. “Sometimes, other days are better but this one isn’t bad.”

You laugh, “not bad? You could have died.” “But I didn’t. Anyway I got to see you again. And it was a good thing I did.” You look around, “yea thanks to you I’m not dead.” “No,” he pulls out his phone, “I didn’t get your number.”

THE END