Close to four hours later her muscles hummed with prickling anticipation as she put on her black pants. With shaking fingers, she missed three loops and it took her multiple tries to finally hoop the belt through her pants. Usually, she wouldn't need one, but in a night like this, Cas would under no circumstances run a risk. The young woman double- and even triple-checked the items she would pack. Again, no risks ran. On her side of the bed, on the clean white sheets in front of her, were two guns, a suppressor, two knives, ammo and some other stuff like ropes or cable ties. Everything had been neatly arranged by her boyfriend to prevent any errors. The weights were also precisely calculated and checked so they wouldn't need any additional bags or even a backpack.
Before storing everything, Cas went into the bathroom which abut right at the bedroom. She left the door open since no one dared to enter right away anyway and also they were all still occupied with finding a place for all the loved ones who needed protection in that night. Cas, however, grabbed her mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow and somehow, she pulled of the best smoky-eyes she had done in a while. Her long black hair was pulled back in a tight tail and Cas even put on lipstick before walking back out to put on her shirt. Due to the heat that didn't even leave when it gets dark Cas had chosen a tight black crop top with lacing in front of her cleavage. To be completely honest, this choosing this top was kind of a tactical move. It had been chosen in attempt to distract potential enemies and attackers.
At the times of lockdowns like this, the family around the brotherhood grew because no one should feel the insatiable pain of losing someone they love. Girlfriends, friends and former family were brought in for protection. Children, step-kids, ex-wives filled the space at the clubhouse next to the TM Garage.
The shaking of her fingers faded as the young woman began to store the items on her outfit with what looked like years of experience. It was a routine, always the same: first the guns, then the knives, ammo, ropes and at last the cable binders. When she finished packing and the bed was empty she made sure to turn off all the lights and walked out of the dorm. In the living room she found her boyfriend, similarly packed with weapons and ammo. He sat on the armrest of the sofa and was seemingly talking to some brothers. His steely expression did not change in the slightest way as his eyes wandered up and down her body admiringly. Cas walked over to him and snapped the cigarette out of his hand. She took a deep drag and kissed him intensely.
His hands had wandered up the back of her thigh and were now placed at the exposed skin of her waist. He held her firmly in place and she knew perfectly about the effect she had on him. Cas leaned back, a smile sneaked onto her face and her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Action, Killer."