Abandonment(CastielxReader)

I

There was no actual warning for what you were to be immersed into. You were quite successful for an independent woman, not knowing of your parents or any family for that matter.  Abandonment was your life - at the young age of 8, you were cast into a foster care. You were told that your parents did not actually love you, and went to pursue other ventures.  It was unfortunate, especially for a young child to know, but almost 15 years later, you were already at the top of the food chain in the business world. Owning your own agency had its perks, and it was all thanks to your determination, riddled with loneliness.   Refusing to let anyone truly get close to you, you paid attention to your studies more than anything else, and were convinced that you would probably die alone - alone, unloved, but known by so many. Though you were incredibly successful, you were pretty much empty inside.

Each week day started with a cup of dark coffee at the early time of 5am.  A cup is a tad bit of an understatement, since you preferred finishing the full pot.  Rarely, you would trip to Starbucks and enjoy a richer tasting cold coffee, typically in the form of an icy chocolate treat.  These were delicious, but not very satisfying, so they were saved for that occasional day that you wished to break from the monotony.  After your coffee, you would journey to your office, already attached to a phone before you would even walk in. Everyone looked to you for guidance - everyone was a droning underling to you.  

Your humanity was chilled by your business exterior, where you genuinely were disconnected from human emotion.  Psychologically speaking, it was probably from the lack of love you received, or something that you genetically received from unloving parents, but it helped you face the cruel world of business.  Human emotion would just get in the way of getting to the top, and that was something you could not afford. You could not afford to have free time, or even a moment to just think to yourself without business being involved.  A flood of reality may strike you, which you would be unable to handle.

Today was like any other day in the office, thumbing through paperwork with a client in your ear, and a secretary occasionally buzzing in for you to switch which client was talking through your bluetooth.  It was all a monotonous normal until your secretary buzzed in this last time. "There are two men out here to see you, Ma'am," she rung out in her monotone voice, "Urgently."

You let out a light sigh, and cut your phone conversation short with your newest client.  Clearing your throat, you simply answered your secretary with, "Send them in," furrowing your brows at the thought.  What you expected to see was two men in formal business attire, their stares nearly as blank as your own, coming in to talk about something that could benefit your company.  What you received instead, caused a glint of concern and confusion to pass through your deep e/c eyes momentarily, followed by your cold, emotionless look to return.

"Greetings, Gentlemen," you stated with an ever so lack of enthusiasm, "I hope this is genuinely urgent, because I am incredibly busy today."  You were actually incredibly busy every day, but that was simply because you would always be busy - it was always a distraction.

"Y/N," a deep, handsomely gruff voice stated simply. Both boys were tall, one exceeding in height than the other, with longer hair. They were definitely not in your industry, or any business environment, and you caught that the moment they stepped into your office. It was as if they were looking into the pain of your soul and saw directly through your ruse, but regardless, you refused to let up. No one was allowed to see you - the real you.

The man who had initially spoke seemed more stunned than anything, so the other lightly punched his arm before beginning to speak. "We need you to come with us," the other man began explaining, saying that their time was limited and how urgent it was. Though these strangers wandered into your business and seemed to have nothing to do with what you ran, their eyes were pure. They may have even been a little familiar, but you purposely kept yourself isolated, so you didn't wish to delve into any familiarity.

Even though these men were random, unannounced, and utterly gruff, you simply nodded and stood to your feet. Your heels clicked the title floor as you followed the two, and as you exited your office, you turned to your secretary momentarily. "Please hold my calls for the remainder of the day," you spoke lightly, ignoring any sort of protest that escaped the woman's lips, simply waving her off and continuing to follow the two men.

Behind you, you could hear some clatter and simply assumed it was still the secretary, until the two men turned back and threw some sort of dust behind you. At that moment, you had noticed two of your employees coming at you, a large light, and then suddenly nothing. Part of you just expected that you were going crazy and shrugged it off, continuing to walk with the men to a black impala.

The one man was kind enough to open the passenger side door and direct you into the front passenger seat before sitting in the back himself. Through the first 10 or so minutes of driving, everything was utter silence despite the roar of the engine. Your eyes were fixated out the window, while the man next to you had his directed intently on the road, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror at the other man.

Finally, as you were hitting the 15 minute mark of silence, your thoughts began materializing, and to push them away you began conversation. "Excuse me," you said quietly, "but, who are you two? Also, where are you taking me?" Your eyes darted from the two of them before resting back on the road. Apparently in the moment of looking away, it had begun raining. The sprinkles didn't stand a chance against the wipers that quickly rid them from the windshield.

"I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sammy," the driver spoke, a little bit of confidence evident in his voice. He seemed like the more confident out of the two, and your eyes were back to him. Obviously, it was he that would answer your questions. "And I'm honestly not shocked that you don't remember, Y/N, but we need your help."