Destiel AU Story

Chapter I

Dean's |POV

I watch the news report on my latest hit. I laugh at the family's statement, 'The fact that you killed such a sweet kind-hearted man' Kind? Sweet-hearted? Not Benny, who drank blood he stole from hospitals! I did a service to mankind!
'I'm on the highway to hell' Plays signifying I'm getting a call. 
'Ketch' flashes on my screen, i groan and answer the phone.
"Still on the run? I have a job for you. The latest hit for my top S.K." A British voice resonates through my head.
"Who, where and by when?" I ask, new job awesome.
"Castiel Novak, Texas, by noon on the 16. You have a week, don't disappoint or little broken Sammy goes to 'the cage' with Lucifer, maybe Michael too." He sneers through the phone.
"It'll be done." I say ending the call. I slam my phone down. I open my laptop and research this Castiel Novak. He's an S.K. too. Son of a bitch, he's riding too close. Only two kills less. I've been meaning to place a hit out soon on him anyway. Better do it myself instead of an idjit.
I call my friend Charlie.
"Charles, I need your help. I need to find someones number, and exact location."
"Where are you?"
"Too far, my deadline is in a week, I can send you all I know but you have to do the rest."
"Awesome, whats the name and location?" 
"Castiel Novak, Texas." I say grabbing a beer from the mini fridge.
"Okay. So how have you been? How's Sam?" She asked, I heard her typing like the wind in the background.
"We're good, but you know Ketch, he'll kill Sam if I fail. So..." I trail off.
"Dean I told you it was a horrible idea to join the Demon Realm! Don't get all prissy on me. You looked past my warnings."
"I know but they're thorough with training and actually give good jobs not bullshit!" I say as she sighs.
"Okay, just don't get killed. his number is 678-958-9855, he is currently at the Tuscan inn." She says.
"Cool, thanks." I say hanging up. I dial the number, it rings three times before it's answered.
"Who is this how did you get this number?" A gruff voice asks.
"The deanmon, might of heard of me." I smirk.
"Lovely, I was just cleaning my blade. Mind telling me your position? I like my kills as simple, as possible." He sasses.
"Sure, it's room 110 Tuscan inn." I smile when the line goes silent.
"Let me guess, you're tasked with dealing with me? As I am you." He says. I chuckle, S.K. vs S.K. This'll be fun.