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After an only semi awkward breakfast, due mostly to John watching him and Cas's interactions warily, and Mary just mothering them, they finally get excused from the table. Dean runs up and throws some clothes so they can head out. When they finally make it out it is well after noon.
"Where to?" Dean asks, sitting behind the wheel of the Impala.
"We need to stop at my place, first." Cas tells him, undoing his tie and taking off his dress shirt.
"Ok, then." Dean clears his throat snapping his eyes away from Cas to pull out of the driveway.
They drive in silence Cas going to light his cigarette and pausing to look at Dean questioningly.
Dean shakes his head, "Go for it man, I know you've been itching for one since half way through breakfast." He smirks.
"Thank you," Castiel blows out along with his smoke, contentment gracing his features.
They pull up to Cas and he hops out of the car before leaning back into the cab, "I will just be a moment."
Dean nods watching as Cas runs up to the apartment. He's got mixed feelings about going with Cas on his drug runs, but he figures it's safer then Castiel going with Chuck. Not to say Cas can't take care of himself, he knows firsthand how scary the dude could be, but Chuck wasn't really the kind of guy to have your back. He was more the running away, while your back was turned type.
Cas reemerges, slinging his army shoulder bag over his head. He was wearing his straight legged jeans and a purple-blue v-neck tee. Dean can't help but think how hot the guy looks, eyes slotted against the sun as he slides on his sunglasses and part of his tattoo peaking out of his shirt.
He slides back into the passenger seat, "Let's go," Cas orders obviously miffed.
"Ok," Dean says cautiously. "What's up?"
"Gabriel is turning the apartment into a den of inequity." Castiel replies vehemently.
"That sounds like Gabe," Dean chuckles pulling away from the apartment complex. "Though, I think we may partially be to blame for that as well." He smirks.
Cas looks at him slightly affronted, "We do not pay each other." He states flatly.
"Ah," Dean says picking up on just who Gabe has over. "Where are we going, anyway?" He glances at Cas.
Cas quickly checks his phone, "We need to go to the park on Jefferson St."
"Really man," Dean scoffs as he turns the corner, Cas tilting his head in confusion. "You're doing a shady dealing in the park." He raises an eyebrow. "What are you deep throat?" Dean pauses. "Don't answer that."
Cas's lips twitch in amusement, then he lights another cigarette. Dean pulls up to the park behind a brown Oldsmobile.
"Wait here," Cas instructs. He opens is door and grabs his bag, jogging off to the car in front of them.
Dean watches as Cas opens up the door and gets into the janky car. He turns up the music, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he waits. Cas comes back 5 minutes later, as the car in front of them drives off.
They make a few more runs, Cas telling Dean to wait as he swaps out various items to people throughout the town in exchange for cash. The most surprising was at the old walk up Scooper's Ice Cream Shope, where Cas handed off what looked like a small bag of cocaine to the manager on the other side of the window. For the final run, they pull up to this dude's secluded houses. Castiel getting out; Dean watches them clasp hands and bring it in for bro like hug/pat on the back. He realizes that it was just a misdirection for the exchange as Cas jogs back to the car.
"We need to go to the warehouse," He tells him exasperated.
"Everything all right?" Dean asks.
"You don't have to come," Cas tells him gravely.
"Where is it?" Dean sighs at Cas's change in mood.
"Behind the old steel mill," he replies roughly. "On Warren."
Dean nods silently, pulling away from the curb towards their next destination. He heads down the now dirt road behind the mill, the tires kicking up dirt as they make their way down.
"Stop here," Cas states his gaze locked on large, half opened, door further down.
Dean does as he's told following Cas's gaze as a few figures come out from the entry way, they look like silhouettes in the sinking daylight.
"Stay here," He instructs Dean as he slides from his seat. "No matter what," Cas throws back into the car and then slamming the door as he makes his way to the figures in the distance.
Dean thumbs the steering wheel nervously, he has an ominous feeling in his gut as he watches the shadows interacting up ahead. He figures their talking, the time ticking by as he takes in his surroundings in the dimming light. When he looks back, two of the figures are standing close together, one taller than the other. The shorter one moves putting their hands on the taller one's shoulders, or so it seems, Dean can't really tell.
His blood runs cold though, when the short man pulls the other's shoulders down kneeing him in the stomach. The figure and his lackeys walk off back to the building, leaving the other man doubled-over there. Dean can't move; he's not sure what to do even if he could, Castiel's instructions to stay no matter what running through his mind.
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