Jack The Ripper (working title)

Melted cupcakes

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Click. Click.

The only sounds that could be heard on the dark, deserted street, was the sound of Catherine's heels tapping against the ground as she walked. Looking over her shoulder, she sped up, almost tripping over her own dress. It was hard to identify what had alerted her that she was being followed.

As Catherine turned the corner, she stopped to catch her breath, leaning against the wall, Holding her stomach she heaved trying to calm down. She stuck her head around the wall trying to catch a glimpse of what had terrified her so.

Upon seeing nothing, she smiled a little, shaking her head. Compose yourself, Cat, she thought, straightening her dress and continuing on her walk home.

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Present

Castiel sat up shaking, he hated that dream. You would think he would be used to it by now.

He had been having the dream ever since his eighteenth birthday, two months before.

Though he never gets past the girl's walk home, the feeling of dread always sets in.

Ring, ring his alarm went off causing him to jump and bump his head on the headboard. "Dammit!" he seethed rubbing the spot on his head that was quickly becoming a knot.

He rolled over stumbling out of bed after dismissing his alarm. He walked through the dark apartment towards his bathroom. The only upside to his alarm going off an hour early was the long shower he was about to take, to try and wash off the remanding feelings of dread still coursing through his body.

After the shower, and getting dressed he made his way to his kitchen for his morning toast and coffee. Castiel's phone went off alerting him it was time for him to get to work.

Castiel dropped his keys as he was attempting to unlock the front door of the bakery that he had been working at for the last year. He straightened up after finally finding his keys in the low morning light. Tracing his way through the dark room towards the light switch, trying and failing to not run into tables.

After finally getting the lights on, Castiel noticed the pan of cupcakes left out on the counter. the cupcakes that he was in left in charge of. "Crap, Crap, crap..." Castiel chanted, stomping over towards the counter, and snatching the cupcake pan off the counter. "Of course they're melted," he grumbled, sitting them back down, and going to turn the thermostat back down which he had forgot to do the night before.

"Life is great." he snapped, sarcasm coating his voice. He dumped the ruined cupcakes in the trash and went to start a new batch, before Ellen, his boss and owner of the shop, got there for the day.

"Castiel?" He stuck his head out of the back room when he heard his named being called. After spotting Ellen, he called out alerting her of his whereabouts. She smiled when she saw him skirting around the counter and into the back room with him. "Hey, Jo's on her way in with the Starbucks." she said sitting things down and grabbing her apron, wrapping it around her waist, and getting to work.

Jo pranced in the back room with her headphones in, she sat the drinks down and said, louder than necessary, "Get your drinks or I will gladly drink all of them." Castiel shook his head, a small smile dusting his lips. "Thank you, Jo." he sang, picking up his drink and going about his work.

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It was drawing near closing time when Charlie (feisty red-head and best friend to Castiel), skipped through the door, calling out Castiel. His face turned red when he noticed the last inhabitants of the bakery staring their way.

"What Char?!?" he whisper yelled hiding his face behind his hand trying to cover his blush. He loved Charlie more than anything but sometimes (all times) she could be overbearing and loud, but love her he did.

He turned back noticing that she had been talking whilst he was lost in his own thoughts. "wait what, start over" he mumbled. "Okay, I said did you hear about the dead girl?" she asked a little if not a lot over excitedly to be talking about a dead girl.