As promise, Dean returns home and takes Castiel to dinner at a fancy French restaurant. Usually, Dean feels weird at these types of restaurants especially since most of the waiters spoke french. Cas knew French as well as many other languages and would often impress Dean with his knowledge of other things.
At the restaurant, Dean patiently waits as Castiel orders for them in french. During that, a waiter places a plate on the table with two little white things on them. The waiter pours water on the two white things and they grow a little.
"These look good." In an instant, Dean takes one of the white things and puts it in his mouth. "I don't wanna be critical, but this tastes like soap." Dean tells them with his mouth full.
Cas reqches over and grabs the other white thing. He carefully unfolds it and reveals to Dean what it truly was. "Dean, you're eating a hand towel." He tells him.
The agent stops chewing on it and pulls the napkin out of his mouth. "Just cleansing my palette." Dean awkwardly responds.
Both of them starting laughing. Castiel would always laugh at Dean when he does dumb things. The two of them knew that when they do stupoid things in front of each other, they would simply laugh it off. "Jeez, you had to take me
to such a dump?" Cas chortles. "Come on, cheapskate!"
"Burger King was booked up." Dean makes another witty joke.
Castiel laughed again, only this time he let out a loud snort. He quoted down for a second and smirks, "Sorry. I'm having dinner with Gallagher over here."
"You're funny." Dean compliments his friend as they received glasses of wine. "Never as funny as you, Cas. To another successful mission. Go team."
They clink their wine glasses together and took a drink out of it. Cas puts his glass down and asks, "So how's Sam and Emily doing?"
Dean puts down his drink and answers, "Well they're expecting another little monster in the family."
Another little monster, he thought. Cas was good friends with Dean's brother, Sam and his wife, Emily. He absolutely adore their daughter, Erica, who's barely out of diapers. "You're kidding?" Castiel gasped. "They're having another one?"
"Yep, she's already three months." Dean informs him of his new nephew or niece. "Although they're hoping it's a boy, I'm not so sure."
"Well congrats on being an uncle." Cas says to his friend. Kids and family were a big thing when it comes to being a CIA agent. Some of the agents make it work by hiding their family information on the files making sure that none of their enemies could threatens their loved ones.
Dean was never sure if he wanted to start a family, but that didn't stop him from dating. "So, hey, how's you and that guy?" Dean mentions. "What's his name again? Zack?"
"Zeke." He corrects him. "Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna see him anymore."
"What? Why not? I thought you were into him."
His friend shrugs his shoulders. "Well he cheated on me with this girl nam d Hannah. It was right in front of me. Zeke wanted to spice up our sex so he suggested that we have a threesome with Hannah. He didn't exactly show anything to me because when she first came, they went straight to the bedroom without me." Cas was ashamed to have told Dean what happened with his ex.
For one thing, Dean knew that Cas was gay when they first met. It never bothered him that his best friend was a homosexual, but it would always piss Dean off when guys take advantage of him. "I'm sorry, Cas. He's an asshole."
"Yeah, he was." Cas agrees with him. "I should really stop looking for guys at Starbucks."
In order to cheer Cas up, Dean decides to change the subject. "Hey, I've been thinking. I couldn't do what I do without you. And I've been thinking about doing something special for you... So..." He pulls out a necklace from his pocket, which was a funny looking amulet.
"Good gravy, Dean." Castiel chuckles. "I like it. I can't seem to stop looking at it...and it can't stop looking at me. Imagine how awkward it would've been if it'd been a diamond ring or something."
At that moment, Dean starts laughing again. "You kidding me right?"
"Not a diamond ring! No! I would've had to say,
"I don't want to marry you!" I don't want your muscly arms and hands...rubbing my back with Nivea for the rest of my life. And our three kids run in, you know...Karen, Tommy and Billy...and we'd say, "Get out of here!" And they'd just all have that beautiful jaw...and forest green eyes, and a full mouth." Cas tries to stop but manages to pretend as if he were joking. "I mean...no, thank you. I'll just, you know, I'll just... Can you give me a little jewelry I can actually wear?"
Dean frowns. "Not gonna wear it? I should've known that it was girly. I wasn't trying to make it feminine, Cas."
"Yes. Yeah. I was just saving it." Cas puts it over his head and adjusts it. "Look at that. Wow, that's a...That is an adjustable toggle. Adjustable toggle. You don't see that with a lot of jewelry."
"It's so you. Is it?" Dean snorts. "Seriously, I couldn't do what I do without you, in my earpiece. I could never do what you do."
Castiel manages to make a joke out of it. "Can you imagine me as a spy? Oh, my God. Out in the field. Yeah. With a gun! What? "Hi, terrorists. Oh, golly! Oh, I shot myself! Whoops! I meant to shoot you,
not me!" That's probably what I'd say."
"Come on, buddy." Dean assures him. "You would be a good spy. Better than Crowley. That guy is like a Scottish wanker with a major stick up his ass."
"They would never let me be a spy. I can't even
dress like a spy. Look at you and your tailored... Everything is cut right. And mine is like a lumpy pumpkin sack T-shirt."
"Come here. Come here. Close." Cas leans over the table and the silverware clatters as he puts his weight on the table. "I think you're getting pinkeye."
"What? No." Cas responds.
Deans studies his blue eyes for a moment. Right there. Did you wipe your eye after you cleaned out the cat box?
"I don't have cats." Castiel tells him.
"You should get some." Dean suggests. "They're good company."
The next day, Dean and Cas were sitting in the conference room with Jody Mills, the head of their agency. Dean had on his business suit, which he usually wears to work, and Cas had on his standard attire of T-shirt and jeans. As Dean predicted, Castiel's left eye was bloody red.
"We've intercepted chatter...that the weapon is still being offered to the highest bidder." Jody informs them. "Someone other than Azazel knows where that nuke is."
"It's probably his daughter, Meg." Cas suggested to their boss. "She's really the only person he's trusted."
It was at that moment Jody notices the agent's pinkeye. "Jesus, Novak, do you have pinkeye? Go home. You're going to infect everybody."
"Told you." Dean mumbles.
"No, it's not pinkeye, ma'am." He tries to explain to her. "It's just I'm having a bit of an allergic reaction."
"Well, I'm allergic to disgusting childhood illnesses, so stay away from me." Jody harshly warns him.
Cas quickly apologizes, "Sorry."
"Anyway, you're right." She goes back to the subject of the mission. "After Azazel's death, Megan Masters went to a safety deposit box at a DSK bank in Varna. The chatter picked up later that night."
"What do we know about her?" Dean asks, curious about his next mission.
"I can pull up her file." Cas stands up and places the file in front of Jody.
Jody gags once the agent touches her computer. "Jesus! Not my keyboard with your pinkeye-infected fingers! Why don't you just cry directly into my mouth while you're at it?"
"It really is just an allergic reaction..." Cas murmurs. "Okay, I'm gonna go sit down." He sits back down as Jody pulls up the info on Meg Masters.
Jody begins the introduction. "Megan Masters. Majored in international law at Oxford. Top of her class. Been living in London for the past 10 years. We know she has been communicating with the heads of several terrorist organizations. Most ominously...Zachariah Dudaev, the al-Qaeda-funded leader of the Chechen Martyrs' Brigade. We have compelling evidence that he has the machinery in place to get that nuke to New York in time for next week's UN General Assembly."
"I'm already packed." Dean tells his boss.
"One of our sources was told she has taken up residence outside of Sofia. Go get her." Both Cas and Dean stand up, and head out the door. "Jesus, Novak, go put on some sunglasses or something. I feel like you're a Gypsy, cursing me with it."
They starting walking out of the conference room. "Dean, I don't know about this. Meg's location is just too easy to find."
"Yeah, it's not like she would leave it wide open." Dean agrees with his friend. "You think she might be planning something for me? Maybe a trap."
"Whatever it is, we'll get her." Dean steps into the elevator. "I'll call you when I get there, alright. By the way, I really can't look in your eyes right now. It's just really creepy."
Cas blushes for a second and replies, "Yeah, I'll just wear an eye patch from Walgreen's."
Both of them laugh for a moment. Dean chuckles, "God, I admire you. See you later, Cas." The elevator doors close between them.
