Destiel One Shots (with a bit of Sabriel)

Prisoner

Castiel is a prisoner in his own mind. After being tormented for 5 years straight, his caretaker was arrested for the kidnapping of Castiel Novak, and Gabriel Winchester. The caretaker, Mr. Roman, had just abducted Gabriel two days before his arrest. Castiel was kept hidden in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. He had tried to escape numerous times, only to get himself lost in the forest. Now, Castiel is 18, and somehow rescued. But he's not falling for the trick. At least that's what he thinks it is. Will Agent Dean Winchester be able to help Castiel come out of his shell?

A/N: O/C's are Ryan, Blake, Shawn, and Percy.

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*Castiel's POV*

~5 years earlier~

"Bye, Cassie!" Garth, my best friend, says as I walk away from his house. I wave goodbye and continue on my way home.

I'm 13 years old, just turned it yesterday. I was celebrating with him and his family. Even though I'm still young, my parents trusted me to walk home alone. Well, it's more like they didn't care if anything happened to me. It's only a short stroll through the park, and then I'm home.

As I walk through the park, a man, probably mid-20's, approaches me. I stop, looking up at him. He has a dog leash in his hands, but there's no sign of the dog.

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but have you seen a dog nearby? I've lost mine and I've been looking for two hours."

"No, I don't think so," I reply.

"It's gonna take forever for me to find him," he sighs. "I can't believe I let him get away."

"It's okay, mister. Do you need help looking?" I ask him.

"Really? You'd do that?" He asks. "Thank you so much."

"Yeah, let me just text my dad," I tell him.

He seems reluctant, but says nothing. After getting an 'OK' from my dad, we start searching. Somehow, we end up by the parking lot.

"I can't believe we didn't find him," the man says. "What if we drove around, calling out his name?"

"I'd rather not..." I reply, getting a bad vibe.

I start to back away from the man, who suddenly seems enraged. He grips my arm tightly and opens the back of his van. A lady is sitting in the back of the van, just staring at me with admiration. It stuns me into silence. I don't realize it, until it's too late. The man hits me on the back side of my head. I feel the aching pain and become extremely weak. And then I'm out like a light.

~Present~

"Mr. Roman, open up!" A man yells, banging on the wooden door. I jump, making the silverware drop to the floor. I grunt, knowing I had just cleaned it. The banging continues, instantly silencing me. "FBI, open up! We know you're in there!"

Quickly, I look around for a hiding place. There's not many places to hide a 17-year old boy. Luckily, Mr. Roman isn't here. He'd hurt me and make me pass out before hiding me, so I wouldn't call out. Even though I wouldn't ever do that. Nobody cares about me. They'd make me stay.

I find a hiding spot in the hallway, conveniently placed where I can see the whole living room. The closet doors have rows of space in them, looking like blinds, but are in fact just parts of the door. (A/N: Picture of the closet doors are above.)

The front door is knocked off its hinges and multiple people file into the room, all with guns. They have blue vests, with 'FBI' written on each of them. All except one spread out and search the house.