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{Set somewhere in season 8, when Cas is helping Sam and Dean hunt.}
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"I thought you would like to know that some policemen are on their way here."
The two men looked up at the sound of wings and Cas' voice. "I would suggest you leave immediately. I think one of your interviewees got suspicious and gave them a call."
Sam and Dean looked at each other, a silent conversation passed between them, then Sam closed his laptop and they both stood, still silent.
Cas looked around at the clutter that the hunters had created, newspaper clipping, drawings, and photos lined the walls, guns and knives that had been being cleaned were on the beds and table. He didn't think that it would all be organized in time for a getaway. He opened his mouth to say as much, but the other two had already started packing. Dean passed him and gently pushed him to one side. Cas retreated to a corner of the room to watch.
He had expected a flurry of motion, and maybe slightly panicked stuffing of bags and papers, but the proceedings in front of him were silent and efficient. He watched as Sam and Dean moved around each other, not saying a word, but somehow communicating in a routine they had obviously practiced many times. Sometimes it would look like they would collide when neither of them were looking, but they always knew where the other was, never even bumping elbows.
Dean tossed a knife over his brother's head, into his duffle, as the taller man bent to collect newspaper clippings off the floor. Sam stood as Dean passed by and the two turned in unison, facing different directions, shoulder to shoulder, and they separated. Dean began to fill his bag, straightening abruptly to catch a book Sam tossed to him, he shoved it into the bag as well. And they still never spoke a word.
It was like a dance, Cas decided as he watched Dean duck as Sam raised his arms, full of papers, to let him by. A dance that required no beat, spoken words, or even eye contact, to execute perfectly. Just the connection of a mutual trust, and a bond that went deeper than their blood.
Cas had never seen a bond like it, not even among his brothers and sisters. He couldn't help but feel slightly envious as he watched.
"Cas, you coming?"
Cas blinked, realizing suddenly that the dance was over, the room was returned to normal, the brothers stood in front of the half open door, bags slung over their shoulders, looking at him. The whole process had taken less than ten minutes. Cas blinked again and nodded.
"Coming."
Dean went to turn in the room key as Sam and Cas loaded the trunk. They all climbed in and Dean pulled out of the lot. As they drove down the road, Dean looked in the rearview mirror and spotted a police car pull up to the motel. He chuckled under his breath. "Suckers."
He cranked up the radio as he hit the highway. Leaving their pursuers in the dust.