Dean's a sniper basically, Dean is 25, Sam is 17, (Different age difference than show). Also, it's on earth but a different earth because I didn't want to use actual names of placed in case I might offend anyone. Just go along with it. This fanfic is 5 chapters in so I will update every other day or so until we catch up.
Shit.
He was late.
Again.
Dean rushed through the crowded streets of Chalaine, trying to fix his tie. Zachariah would kill him if he was late to this meeting. He was the main asset for this case and there was no way he would remain there if he was late.
He pushed past walkers and sped in front of cars, racing to the towering building in front of him. Once he reached the doors, he pushed them open and stopped in the entryway. He took a moment to fix his rumpled coat and smooth out his hair.
Once he thought he was presentable enough, he stepped forward to the elevators and rode up to the penthouse. The moment of silence in the elevator allowed Dean to catch his breath and sort through his thoughts.
He wondered who the target would be, someone of high importance most likely. He ran through the reasons he would be brought in on such a high-level case like this one. Politics, personal vendetta, the list could go on.
A little 'ding' drove Dean from his thoughts and he stepped off the elevator. He watched the doors close behind him before walking carefully towards the boardroom. No one else was about on this level, indicating everyone was already there or he was early.
It was most likely not the latter. Dean had a reputation of being only slightly late to briefing meetings like this one. He also had a reputation of sleeping with anyone and everyone, although that one wasn't as true.
His eyes scanned the room numbers as he passed them, looking for lucky number 27. Once he found himself in front of the room, he placed his thumb gently against the keypad. "Welcome, D. Winchester." The woman's robot voice was thundering compared to the quiet hallway.
Dean smirked to himself, nodded a greeting to the computer as his hand came up to flatten his tie again. His hand rose to knock on the wooden door, but before he got the chance, it swung open.
There, greeting him, was the balding white-haired man. He was short compared to Dean, and had really creepy beady eyes. Dean stood straighter, looking forward and waiting for Zachariah to say something to him.
"Ah! So you decided to show up! Well, all's well that ends well I suppose!" The man's nasally voice said. Dean nodded his acknowledgement and followed the shrimp of a man into the room.
Dean took the chair to the right of the head of the table, where Zachariah would be sitting. While he hated sitting this close and smelling the whiskey on the man, it showed respect and power to the clients.
He settled into the office chair and waited for the meeting to start. Once Zachariah was done shifting around in his own squeaky chair, he looked up. Clapping his hands together, the lights dimmed and the screen to the left of Dean shone brightly on the wall.
Behind Zachariah, a man appeared from the lights. The picture was semi-blurry and out of focus but Dean could tell who the intended target was. It was a man, roughly Dean's height and age, who was wearing a long brown trench coat.
His dark brown hair stuck up in all directions and he looked like a deer in headlights. He obviously had no idea he was being photographed. Dean took a moment to study the man's figures before he waited for Zachariah to continue.
After a moment of complete silence, Zachariah spoke, "The target's name is Castiel Novak, male, age 32. He is the CEO of a company that runs an underground army operations group. Until recently, he was working with us. But lately, Mr. Novak has decided to take a different route and start training his troops to fight against us, instead of with us.
"He is the best in the business, trained sniper and an unbelievable fighter. He was chosen to train new troops so that they would be at their very best when the war with Zahway was at its worst. He has personally trained thousands of men and was one of our best employees. However, since he has decided to take his troops and declare war against us, we must take him out.
"If he is put down, we will once again have control over the troops. Agent Winchester will be the one to do the task. Novak will be arriving in Rhike in two days, from a flight T-3903. Once Novak is in his hotel suite, Agent Winchester will take him out. He is expected to stay in the Sante Lee Hotel, and has made reservations for room 549.
"It is crucial that Novak is taken out before the troops can get too rallied to fight against us. If that happens, I fear we may have our own war at hand, instead of that with Zahway." After finishing his small speech, Zachariah turned to Dean and talked to him directly.
"The sniper you will be using is in the bag behind me, it has been specially made for this mission. It is a .390 with a silencer and scope attached to it. While it should only take you one shot to complete the mission, you have enough ammo to take out a small group of men.
"You were chosen because you have never worked with Novak, nor has he ever seen you. You are our best sniper so we trust that you will not let us down. A plane will be waiting for you at the airport to take you to Rhike in approximately 2 hours. Pack only what you need, nothing more. Good luck."
Zachariah seemed finished with Dean, so Dean nodded and took his leave. Once in the hallway he let out the breath he had been holding. This Novak guy that he is supposed to be taking down is an expert on weapons and fighting. Dean would have to be extremely careful in order to not let Novak know he was being followed or marked as a target.
The bag he was now holding was heavy, but not too much that he felt it would weigh Dean down. Hopefully the sniper they gave him would be good enough for this, because if not, and he missed because of some miscalculations, he may never get a chance to take Novak out again.
He made his way to the elevator with the bag, running ideas through his head. Once he was in Rhike, he would have to stake out the best possible angle for doing the job. Hopefully there were buildings higher than the hotel so that he would have a rooftop as a vantage point.
If not, he would have to do it manually, setting up in a car and shooting at an upwards angle. That always sucked, he much preferred downwards. He walked through the lobby, turning over every possible outcome in his head.
He didn't know how long he would be in Rhike, but it would most likely be more than two days. He should go home and pack a duffle. He would have to call Sam to let him know too, hopefully Sam could find somewhere to stay in such short noticed.
Dean hailed a cab and carefully set the bag down next to him. He gave his address to the cabbie and leaned back against the seat. It was going to be a long plane trip the Rhike, maybe he should pick up some sleeping meds for the ride? Dean hated planes. A lot.
The ride to his house seemed to take forever, but finally he arrived. He thanked the cabbie, tipped him a generous amount and grabbed his bag. He looked up at the apartment building in front of him and heaved a sigh.
After closing his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to relax, Dean took a step towards the door. He always hated when he had to go away on business. He never liked to leave Sammy all alone, knew he would never get over that fear. Sam was old enough to take care of himself, he knew that, but when he was away on business he couldn't check up on him.
He hated that he wouldn't be able to see or speak to Sam for a few days, knowing a lot could go wrong. He was very protective of his little brother, ever since Dean was the one being targeted by a covert business corporation.
He was surprised they had the balls to come after him, but them also targeting Sam made Dean go into a blind rage. He ended up putting all three men in the hospital, and got the entire corporation shut down for good. He knew his job was dangerous, knew how dangerous it could be for him, but hated when it would come back to Sam.
A little danger for Dean was never anything that would make him wet his pants, but anything towards Sam made him blow smoke out of his ears. A lot of people learned after the corporation had targeted him to not go for the brother. Sure, he had been targeted before but never again was Sam being targeted also. Dean could live with that, could live with his life being in danger as long as he knew Sam was safe.
His little trip down memory lane made the stairs up to his apartment seem shorter, because suddenly he was in front of the awfully painted, white door. He took his keys out and unlocked it, wrestling with getting the damn thing open.
Once it finally gave way and swung open, Dean was through the threshold. "Sam?" Dean called out, looking around the apartment as he closed the door behind him and set the bag down. There was no answer, so Dean tried again.
"Sam? I'm home!" He yelled, praying for an answer. When after a few moments of silence, Dean went to search for him. The kitchen and living room were both empty, no sign of Sam or a note. He pushed the door open to Sam's room and saw a giant on the floor with a headset on.
He breathed a sigh of relief and went to stand over him. He nudged Sam with his foot and put both hands on his hips, trying to look menacing. When Sam finally took off his headset and looked up to see his brother, his face broke out into a toothy grin.
"Dammit, Sam, answer me when I call you." Dean knew he sounded irritated, but he couldn't help the constant fear that Sam would be targeted again. Sam only smiled more and held up his controller, "Sorry, playing a game."
Dean sighed and took a seat next to Sam on the floor. "Yeah, yeah, you and your damn toy. Want food? I'm gonna make dinner in a second." Sam nodded, once again engrossed in the screen in front of him. Dean waited for more of a response, but when it was obvious he wasn't going to get one, he rose to his feet.
He watched Sam click away on his controller, sticking his tongue out as he concentrated. He hated leaving him behind, but knew it was far too dangerous to take him with. Plus, Zachariah would never allow a civilian to go on a trip like this.
"I'm leaving for a business trip in a few hours, by the way." Dean said, trying to play it off. Sam looked up again, only for a second before he refocused on his game. "How long?" Was his simple response.
"I dunno, few days?" Dean waited for a reaction from Sam, something to imply that he cared but he didn't get anything. "I'll stay at Ash's." He knew Sam hated it when Dean went anywhere on business. He just wanted more of an answer though.
Dean heaved another sigh and left Sam alone to his game. He pulled out a pizza from the freezer and popped it in the oven, setting the timer. Once the pizza was cooking, he went into his own room to begin to pack.
Something felt off, Dean was uneasy the entire time he was packing. He didn't know exactly what it was but only had the feeling of something going wrong. Once Dean was all packed, and the pizza was done, he took a slice into Sam's room.
"Alright, well, I'm leaving now, I'll see you in a few days." Dean sounded like a scared puppy, he hated that he sounded weak but couldn't help it. Something was wrong. "Make sure you lock the door when you leave, and text me when you wake up and go to bed." "Yeah, yeah." Sam said, waving a hand to dismiss Dean.
The sight of Sam nearly ignoring him broke Dean's heart. He flashed back to when Sam was younger and would cling onto Dean whenever he left. He missed that Sam, missed that Sam would miss him.
"Love you." He whispered, not sure if Sam actually heard it. He closed Sam's door and made his way out the front with duffle and bag in hand. He looked back at the stupid white door and had a sense of foreboding.
Whatever this feeling was, Dean would have to get past it, he had a mission to do. He made his way out the front and into the limousine waiting for him. He watched the apartment fade away into the distance with sad eyes.
It would only be for a few days, Dean kept telling himself, but he's not sure even he believed that. Whatever was going to happen in Rhike, Dean was sure he was prepared for it. There was nothing left to do now except enjoy the ride.