Author's Note

Hey guys! Now I have absolutely no idea where the sudden idea for this fic came from. I mean I was just minding my own business like I do, and the idea just popped into my head literally! I was surprised by it… mainly cos I'm constantly surprised when I think of something which could be developed into a good story :D

Like every writer I appreciate feedback and if you have any requests please tell me, and I'm sure I can incorporate it somehow.

Also excuse any grammar/spelling error, poor paragraphing etc you can point it out but really there's no point doing so since I am very aware of them.

Now moving right on, I hope you like this fic because I got a feeling it's going to be a fun one to write!

-Jess

There were three simple rules that Dean Winchester followed without a doubt or question.

Rule 1: Don't ask stupid question

Rule 2: Always watch your back

Rule 3: Don't get involved

He had learnt a long time ago the horrific results of allowing emotions to take control while working a job. Caring or God forbid falling in love was unacceptable it was his job to deliver the goods and not have feelings for them or even care to how they had managed to get into the particular predicament which led to his involvement. He had to look past the tears, fear and anger repeating his three rules constantly to himself as a solid reminder, he could not afford to care because not only was it his life on the line but others if he did the stupid thing of pissing the wrong person off they would hunt him down and find exactly what his Achilles' heel was.

"Winchester I presume?"

"Depends on whose asking."

The man in front of him wearing a clean cut smart suit allowed his thin lips to curl at his words. "I was told that I would find you here." The man slid into the chair opposite Dean and glanced around. "A Café? Bloke like you I would've thought something less public." Dean took a moment assessing his potential new client, he had very distinct British accent with hints of Scottish although he looked weak. Dean could tell that this man was someone not to be messed around with. "Name's Alistair Crowley." I thought so. He silently mused to himself as he finally put a name to the face. Crowley. A very well known bigwig in the Business Sectors and had his fingers in many pies not to mention probably the most dangerous connections. Definitely not someone to piss off. "It's always a good idea to choose somewhere no one would think to look." Dean stated blandly his eyes flickering around and taking note of two bodyguards standing a little distance off. "Less suspicious. Now how can I help?"

"I'm told you're the best at tracking down people, so I'll skip the foreplay I need you to find me someone." He slid his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a picture and sliding it across the table towards Dean. He had expected to see a woman but not…

"Beautiful isn't he."

He stared at the picture in disbelief as his brain suddenly decided to scramble itself. How had he gotten mixed up with someone like Crowley? Dean of course had heard rumours of what Alistair Crowley was capable off and honestly whoever was stupid enough to get involved with the guy was a fool. "His name is Castiel Novak, he has some information that I need you to retrieve its very hush hush if you get my drift." Dean took the photo, placing it discreetly in his jacket pocket.

"So what? It's a track and retrieve or is there something else?" Crowley leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes back a little and sighed. "I need Castiel back in one piece try not to be too rough with him. But I warn you Winchester he's a slippery little bugger so don't let those big blue eyes fool you."

Dean carefully pinned the picture of Castiel Novak to his wall as he went about tracking him down. Crowley had supplied necessary information, which were mainly bank accounts, possible names he could be going by and various locations where his family were situated. Dean had been doing his job long enough to know that Castiel would avoid using his bank accounts which would result in a direct electrical paper trail, fake names could be changed and there was no way any smart person on the run would think of involving their family.

He took out a large map spreading it out flat on the table while taking out his phone. "Yeah Ash need a favour." He sat on the edge of the table wincing at the occasional sound of crashes at the receiving end of his call. "You okay there Dr. Badass? Now could you run a couple names for me?" he picked up his notepad voicing out each one of Castiel's possible alias even though he knew there was 99.9% chance the names would lead to a dead end he had learnt to exhaust all possibilities.

"Got a Casey Collins listed in Illinois, guy's been moving around a lot from one place to the next." Dean straightened as he glanced down at his map. "Where else was he listed?" Ash yawned loudly. "Chicago, New York, Miami oh look at that… he's even been to Lawrence."

Dean snapped his phone shut sharply as he traced his finger over his place Ash had listed. "Chicago, New York… shit." It all made sense Castiel had been moving to places Dean had been temporarily been living and it was like clockwork. Somehow Castiel had discovered his movements and had been following him but had must of lost track when Dean left to Country for his last job. One thing he remembered about Castiel was the guy just happened to be a creature of habit, he was born in Illinois but his current family had left that area years ago so there was a chance he would be there.

Remember the three rules Dean because this guy knows exactly how to push your buttons.

"Hey Casey! Do you have any plans tonight?" Castiel cleaned the counter unaware that one of his work colleagues was speaking to him, he felt a hand on his shoulder he jumped a little at the contact. "Sorry?" he turned around his colleague [Anna] narrowed her eyes. "Bit jumpy today aren't we Casey? Something wrong?" he sighed deeply and closed his eyes on briefly. If he could tell her he would, he bit the inside of his cheek and he forced a smile. "No I'm just a little tired, these early shifts always take it out of me."

Anna continued to look unconvinced at his weak excuse but what the Hell could he say: 'Oh yeah everything's fine I've just got a big bastard of an ex after me and my ass because I stole something which could potential ruin him…' Yeah Castiel that'll definitely go down well! Anna would probably think he was joking or like most the people he knew in his life end up avoiding him and he would eventually exclude himself from people yet again.

"Casey we could always swap if you want the late?" she smiled at him as he shook his head. The last thing he needed was to be walking home at night where anyone could be hiding in the shadows waiting to pounce. It was never a crime to be too paranoid. "It's fine I'm sure I'll get used to it."

There was a brief silence between Castiel and Anna until she eventually broke it. "You never talk about yourself, I mean I talk and you just listen but tell me about you I'm curious." Castiel chewed his lip self-consciously. "What do you want to know?" she rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Everything! I mean where were you born? Family? First Love?" she grinned cheekily as Castiel blushed a little. "Oh so there was someone… a lover perhaps?" she nudged him playfully, Castiel turned his back on her as he continued to clean the counter, she wrapped her arms around him placing her chin on his shoulder. "C'mon Casey! My love life sucks and it makes my life complete hearing about someone else's!"

He half turned his head, half smiling at Anna's perfected puppy dog eyes. A talent, which on many occasion had almost gotten him to spill every single secret, he kept. "Well there was someone… but it didn't work out." His heart saddened as he concentrated on the counter. "We had different opinions on our future. We ended up going our separate ways because his job always took him away for long periods of time."

"Him?"

His face flared up with heat as he realised what he had let slip. "So does this mysterious man have a name?"

Castiel nodded, his throat tight because whenever he thought of him it became difficult to hold back the hurt of their parting.

"Yes. His name is Dean Winchester."