In Barcelona, a party is being held at a beach house. It was hosted by a well-known terrorist, Thomas Masters also known as Azazel. The party was a formal one with men in tuxedos and the women in dresses.
A man in the middle of the room wasn't exactly a friend of Azazel. His dark blonde hair was parted neatly to the side and he had on a regular tuxedo. Most of the ladies were noticing him by his faded freckles, green eyes, and attractiveness.
As a waitress with a plate of wine glasses pass by him, he smoothly grabs a glass and takes a big drink of it. "God, this shit tastes like peanut butter." He quietly comments to himself. Out of the blue, the man tosses it on the floor.
The sound of shattering glass attracts most of the guests, including bodyguards who step away from their positions to check on the situation. Once the guards left their spots, the man manages to get to a door one of them was blocking.
Before he could go any further, the man pulls out a gun from her jacket and holds it out. He carefully walks down the stairs aiming the gun and he turns a corner.
At last, he finds a big door and quietly opens it. Inside of the room was a man on the phone with his back turned to the other man.
"Hang up." The man with the gun commanded him. He aims the gun directly at the the other man.
The guy puts down the phone and turns around. "Agent Dean Winchester," he says his name. His voice sent a chill down Dean's spine. "I'm honored."
"Pleasure's all mine." Dean replies. "Tell me where the bomb is, Azazel. 10 seconds, or you're dead. I mean it." He warns the older man.
Azazel cackles as he takes one step closer. "Interesting. You see, when my men and I hid it... I made sure to erase any witnesses. And then I erased the erasers. Which means, I'm now the only one who knows...just where that dangerously compact and transportable nuke is. So...I'd say I have more than 10 seconds."
His information didn't frightened Dean. The CIA agent kept his gun up and attempts to sound threatening towards the terrorist." Well then, in that case, I'd say you'd better start—" Dean accidentally sneezes causing him to pull the trigger on his gun. The bullet fires at Azazel's forehead and he collaspes to the floor dead. "Oh, fuck!" Dean groans.
"Oh, my God!" A voice gasps from Dean's ear piece. It was Dean's partner, Castiel, who was monitoring him from the basement of the CIA building. "Why did you do that?"
"I didn't do it on purpose." Dean quickly explains to him. "There's like a shit ton of pollen in here! I'm suffocating in here! Jody is going to kick me in the balls."
"Oh, God! Christmas on a cracker!" Then, Castiel remembered something. "Did you take your medicine?"
Dean knew that Cas had packed his medicine in his bags, but Dean was too stubborn to take it. "I forgot it on the plane." He lies to his friend.
"I told you this morning that I put extra in all your jackets." Cas reminds him.
The agent rolls his eyes and pulls it out of his jacket pocket. "You did? Great. Thanks." Dean puts them back in his pocket.
"No, you know what? That's on me." Cas blames himself for the mishap. "Because I heard you
sniffle a while ago and I did nothing with that information. So that's blood on my hands, really..." On his computer, Cas had a view on the whole building and spotted three men from another room heading to Dean. "Okay. You know what? You got three coming in. Get out the back door now. Move."
Agent Dean Winchester heads out the door while the three men enter the room. One of them begins shooting at him. "Anybody in here?" Dean asks his partner.
"Yeah, we got one coming around the corner, now." Cas informs him.
At that moment, a man with gun appears at the corner. Before he could shoot, Dean leans to the side and grabs his arm. He kicks the back of his knee causing him to fall to the ground.
"Your three guests are coming out that door behind you right now." Castiel warns him about the three men following him.
Dean shoots at the first man three times and he shot the second one twice. He gets the third guard by the hand causing him to drop his gun. In the heat of the moment, Dean sprints towards him and kicks him in the face. "I should've brought more bullets." He laughs for a second.
In the basement office, where Cas was, the other agents in the lunchroom that was right behind Cas's desks. "I thought they were chocolate sprinkles, which I would eat," Charlie told the staff. "Normally, by the fistful...but this tasted like...there's no other way to say it, really. Like a rat's ass."
Cas covers his mic and asks, "Guys, can you please keep it down?"
"Sorry, Cas," Charlie apologizes to her best friend. "But unfortunately, there's vermin in the ceiling again, and I hate to say it, but...they've pooped all over your cake." Once she said that, Becky spits out the piece she had taken a bite of.
"I'm going left?" Dean asks him.
Castiel goes back to the screen and answers, "No, I need you to go right and head down the tunnel. You've got one coming around to your right, and he's got a swarm behind him."
In a matter of seconds, a man with a gun came around the corner and Dean wraps his hands around his arm. He pushes his elbow the opposite way and makes it snap backwards. As the man screams in pain, Dean flips him onto the ground and snatches the gun out of his hand. He looks up at the four men coming at him. He shoots all four of them in the chest and drops it once it was out of bullets.
"Watch your back." Castiel warns him. Dean swings his arm back at another man coming at him. He kicks him twice until he falls down unconscious. "Oh, that was a close one, Dean."
"Who's the finest of them all?" Dean asks him, wanting him to make him feel superior.
Cas rolls his eyes. "I'm not gonna say it, Dean. And you're not going to get it out of me." He smiles at the screen.
"You want me to tell Charlie about that time you broke her favorite—" Dean was about to bring up the incident that occurred two years.
Before he could say anymore, Cas starts chanting, "Oh, Dean, you're so fine. You're so fine, you blow my mind. Hey, Dean!" He claps along until he notices another man coming up behind Dean. "Oh, God, duck!"
Instantly, Dean ducks once a man behind him throws a punch toward him. Dean quickly stands up and throws his legs up at the man. He wraps his legs around the man's neck and flips him over. Dean Winchester elegantly lands on his feet while the man lands on his face.
"Nice moves, Dean." Castiel compliments him. "Pilates has been working out for you."
"You noticed?" He asked his friend.
Cas mumbles, "Yeah, you just seem looser. Like, in your hips. I mean athletically speaking. I don't know. I guess you don't seem so awkward." Shut up, he mouthes to himself.
"Going straight?" Dean asks him.
"No, go right up the stairs." Castiel instructs the CIA agent. "You're gonna find a little friend on the first landing."
At that moment, Dean punches the guy and and kicks him in the stomach. He throws him down the stairs and continues walking. "Thanks for your help." He tells Castiel.
"You're clear to the top." Cas informs him. "Get moving."
All of a sudden, a small part of the ceiling in tne basement collaspes. Bats flew out freaking the entire staff out. "Oh, my God!" A man screams. "The rats can fly!"
The vermin situation annoyed Castiel and he yells, "Come on, you guys!" He goes back to his computer and instructs Dean, "All right, Dean. Stop at the door. You got a guard approaching. I'll tell you when. Wait for it, Dean. Three...Two, one. Now!"
On three, Dean forcefully pushes the door open hitting the guard. As the guard falls down, Dean finds himself back in the party catching everybody's attention. "Ooh, did that hurt?" He jokes.
"Hey, you!" A man calls out to Dean. The agent turns back and makes a mad dash for it once he sees a group of men running towards him.
However, Castiel was being attacked by one of the bats. Then, someone covers him with a blanket blinding him from the screen. "They're clawing at my face!" Cas yelps. "I can't see!"
"What do you mean, you can't see me?" Dean demanded from him as he runs.
Moments later, Cas throws the blanket off of himself and the bat flies away. "I'm good." He panted. "You've got SUVs approaching. Go to the dock!" Dean does what he says and heads towards the dock. "Azazel's boat is at the end."
As Dean runs to the dock, the men from the SUVs pulls out guns and begins shooting at Dean. Everybody at the party flees in terror while Dean manages to escape ever single bullet aimed at him. He hops into the boat and hides as the men kept shooting at him.
"Uh... No keys, Cas." Dean grunts as he ducks.
"The panel's on the lower left under the steering wheel." Castiel tells him. "You can hotwire it."
Dean winchester reaches for the panel, but immediately pulls back once a bullet nearly hits his hand. "I can't get to the wires!"
It took Cas a second to think quick on his feet. "Okay, then stay down and hold your ears!" He says as he quickly dials the phone next to him.
"How will I hear your beautiful voice?" Dean jokes with him in a serious situation.
"Stop being adorable and get down!" Cas yells at him. On the phone, he commands the person, "Lock on coordinate 43.16547...27.94654...and fire, now."
Out of the blue, an explosion occurs on the dock and the men go flying back. Dean is able to hotwire the boat and escape. "Whoo!" Dean howls. "Close one! Nice drone work, Cas! I could kiss you."
"Well, I would accept that with an open mouth." Cas awkwardly blurts out. Now he wished that he could die.
Instead of responding to that subject, Dean laughs, "Soon as I'm back, dinner is on me. Great work, Cas. Hey, pick up my dry cleaning
for me, would you? Also, get my car."
"Oh, sure." Cas answers. "No problem."
"Oh, and I have to fire my gardener." Dean added.
Cas drops his jaw and murmurs, "Jaime? Why him? Dean, your lawn looks fine. He does a good job."
"He keeps running over the sprinkler heads with the mower." Dean tells him about Jaime. "Can you cut him loose for me? Come on, Cas. He likes you better than me."
For a moment, Cas thought about it. He didn't want to fire Jaime even if he was doing a horrible job. "Um... Yeah. Oh, yeah, sure. But you owe me."
"Thanks, you're the best." Dean says to his friend. "See you later, Cas."
After Cas signs off, he mumbles. "God. Poor Jaime."
In the backyard of dean's small house, Cas stood there talking to Jaime the gardener. "The thing is,
Jaime, that...Uh...Oh!" Castiel notices the three little kids of Jaime's T-shirt. "These are your children? Your children, here?"
"Yeah, I have children." Jaime answers him.
"I just have to cover those eyes. They're looking right at me. Um..." Cas places his fingers over the T-shirt that he wouldn't look at the faces of Jaime's children.
"Please, don't fire me." The gardener begs him.
"No. Jaime, I would never." Cas calms him down. "This is more of a review."
Suddenly, Jaime begins humming to a song and make Castiel sing along. "Ahh!" They sang.
"The lawnmower!" Cas says aloud over the singing.