Red Lights || Destiel stripper/brothel AU

Chapter One - Monster

*I've decided that this story is going to be a musical!! Trust me it will all make sense in due time muahah- 

Any who, I will put the main song for each chapter as a video from YouTube and I suggest that you listen to the song as you read because hella musical. Everyone loves a good musical right? Well I do and your argument is invalid... unless you all hate it and I cry.

-PLEASE NOTE: IN ENGLAND WE ARE ALOUD TO DRINK AT THE AGE OF 18 AND THIS IS HOW IT’S GONNA BE IN THIS STORY CAUSE IT FLOWS EASIER-

Anna (POV) -11th January, 1985-

"Please don't take him away! He's my son!" I cry at my father as he snatches my baby away from me and some men grab hold of my arms and begin dragging me away from my home, my family and my little boy.

"You tried to kill him!" Snapped father, staring at me with fire in his eyes. He was already against me living under his roof in sin. I was only 14 years old; I had had sex before marriage and conceived a little baby boy in whom I named Castiel. The doctors said I had Post-Natal depression and that I wasn't to be trusted with my child. Also I had been diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder and Paranoid Schizophrenia.

"Please no!" I scream at my father as I am getting dragged into a white van that had the words; Angel road Mental Asylum written on the sides of it. Recently I had grown so depressed that I had tried to kill Castiel, almost jumping from my window with him in my arms until father caught me. I didn't exactly know what was going through my head at the time but I regretted it the moment my father held me away from the window and took the child out of my arms. He had called up the asylum who had told him to call if he had any problem with me and told them to take me away to be 'cured' of my disease. I would never get to see my baby again.

-6th April, 1990-

I had been released from the asylum after being cured, or at least helped with my brain condition. I didn't dare go home, as much as I missed my son I knew I couldn't go home and face my father after what he did to me. I had thought of my son every day since the day I was taken away from him. I had apologised to him over and over again in my mind and hoped that one day we would be together again.

For now, I had nowhere to go or to live, I was wandering the streets aimlessly trying to get a job but because of recession and my current mental state it was proving to be particularly hard. I had nowhere to stay and sleep, I didn’t have any money so I couldn’t go into McDonalds and get a burger and sit in there for hours on end pretending that I’m eating when in actual fact I was just in there to get out of the cold pouring rain that was seeping through my clothes and small bag that had a few other garments and items in. I was down a street where music was thudding out of bars and clubs and I felt so exposed when walking down it as men who were stood outside the clubs smoking, stared at me. I walked a bit faster and rounded the corner where it was dead quiet and finally sat down on the floor, inside a doorway which kept most of me out of the rain. I could feel something running up my neck, like a huge tarantula but when I moved quickly and tried squatting it away there was nothing there.

“It’s the mental illness, it’s nothing.” I mutter to myself, breathing in and out deeply and sitting back down again. Out of the corner of my eyes I started to see things but I shut them tightly to block out any fake image that might be trying to take over my mind.

“I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed.”

I was okay, nothing could hurt me. It was all fake and I just needed to get over it. I needed to breathe in and out deeply so my anxiety would go away. I curled my arms around my legs and shivered against the cold wind, blowing into the doorway in which I was sat.