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The smooth surface beneath him was chilled even through the layers that covered him. Dean let out a soft sigh causing the air around him to condense with every exhale. His attention fixated on the country sky. The non-existences of light pollution made the vibrancy of celestial night more noticeable than it had been in a while for him. His persistent to fill a void that seemed starved brought him to the hearts of busy cities; making times like these almost inaccessible to him and even more valuable.
He brought his hands behind his head cushioning himself from the exterior of his Impala. There was always something missing after the deaths of both his mother and father, but only momentarily subsided when he took a moment to meditate on the vastness of space and its endless possibilities as if it made more sense than the life he continued to lead. Moving from city to city dragging his younger brother to the ends of the earth to keep him company, but he knew that this was taking a toll on both of them and needed to find its end soon. With stability in mind, he bit his lip knitting his brow at how empty it would all be. Attempting to bring himself to a positive place he diligently tried to find worth in his life.
Coming back to his peaceful thoughts he focused on a constellation, Orion, that was shone brightest over the small Kansas town. The blue hue of Rigel, the major star in the conglomeration of stars, was bright in the sky. It had an intensity that was uncharacteristic to the trained eye, and Dean took a particular interest in it sitting up to be more attentive. He squinted to focus as the intensity became more than just the light but there was a heat emitted from it. The color changed from a blue hue to something more of a purple than transitioning to red and back to blue. He squinted and used his hand to shield his eyes as if it were the sun. The star, usually fixated in the sky, took an abnormal pattern in the sky streaking across the sky, curving the left, and disappearing with a shine leaving the constellation unfinished.
The faint vibration from his pocket broke him his trace of stars and cold, fresh autumn air, to "Sammy" lit on the screen of the phone cutting through the darkness.
"Yeah," Dean spoke reluctantly not wanting to cut the silence.
"Dean, how long does it take to pick up a pizza?" Sam sound agitated as if Dean had been gone for an excessive amount of time.
"I'll be home soon, Sammy. Don't get your panties in a twist." he insisted getting off the trunk of his car and back into the driver's seat, "30 minutes or less or the Pizza's free. So, stop complaining," he joked turning off the engine and driving back to civilization. Unwanted as it may be he still needed to maintain his life.
Castiel leaned into his egg-shaped chair looking almost like a child waiting for his mother to finish talking to distant family members. Looked down at his outfit and took the end of his tie in his hand feeling the fibers between his fingers. He sighed not wanting to wait for the paperwork of a resigned partner. It didn't happen often, but his coworker was coming to the end of his career and needed his memories altered.
Castiel shifted his attention to the interior of the headquarters. The whole of the office was white and pristine with small accents of black. In the bureaucracy, there were lines that filed along with different types. For planetary entrance, baggage clearance, safe places to create crops circles. It was like most other offices, yet unlike most in the respect that included aliens from galaxies uncharted and aliens that weren't looking to cause trouble upon their visit to Earth. As he waited an announcement played on a loop and outdated 50's introduction of Earth in three languages: English, Klingon, and Mandalorian. It phased into white noise as he focused on a family.
The family composed of a concerned mother, an annoyed father, and an apathetic adolescence. The family was bipedinstance, acting almost human in mannerism. Their faces, however, looked far from ordinarily. Bulbous heads are rising and falling as they communicate with each other. Particularly interesting was the tentacle that serves as a mouth to them. It was difficult not to be a voyeur in this line of work.
He sat up at the mention of "Agent C" that called for him to enter the office. There sat his partner, an elder looking man with a receding hairline and portly figure that only made him look older in his black suit. He answered to "Agent Z." A man sat with a somber expression behind the desk fingers clasped in front of his mouth. The head agent had his shoulders dropped and his eyes closed. He hated to get rid of his agents, and the memory clearing made it all the more Difficult. He was much younger than the man on the opposite side of the desk. His face was covered with scruff and his hair tossed in a lackluster way that suggests that his hands passed through his hair frequently he was: "Agent G."
Castiel had only been with the associations for six months and losing a partner that only added to the stress that he gathered. As they stood in the room Agent G explained the termination process and how he was to erase his memory in a place if his choosing. It wasn't too complicated, but it was going to take a lot out of him emotionally. As a silver lining G thought it would be fair for the young agent to chose a civilian to join the agency to work alongside him in the Men in Black. The rubric in choosing consist of three main points: non-relative, non-antiquated, and specific skill sets. This information was given to both men to think about as they left the office.
"So, now where?" Z spoke with optimism.
C pursed his lips as he thought, "How about pizza?"
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