It's two in the morning, and you just left work. Standing at the bus stop near the building where you works, you calls your boyfriend for the fourth time to come pick you up, but he doesn't answer again. Soon a black motorcycle stops in front of you. Which is definitely not her boyfriend's.

“What the fuck are you doing here?" You recognize Castiel by the voice, and soon the guy takes off his helmet, some of the straight red strands of hair from the ponytail falling down the side of his face.