One More Night
"One More Night" by Maroon 5
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more.
But baby there you go again, there you again, making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
Castiel made sure that every file on Dean Winchester was on his desk. He needed to know everything there was on that damn man and what made him so special in comparison compared to the other demons.
He was impressed to see how big the stack was. He must've been some kind of high danger that it created such a large history under his name.
He made sure —well, more like threatened— that every angel in the tech department searched for all and any info on the extremely attractive demon. He needed to know his target well before he went out to hunt.
It shocked Cas to know how much Dean had written on his record. At sixteen he was arrested for stealing, at seventeen he dropped out of high school, at twenty-seven he was arrested and taken to jail but was only there for a few days and at twenty-nine, he had become a demon.
Dean had a younger brother, Sam Winchester, who Cas assumed was the white sheep of the family because, according to his file, he was a good, straight A student that was at Stanford before he mysteriously got out.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door the interrupted Castiel's reading. "Come in." He said, quickly looking up to see who was waiting for his response on the other side of his door. It was his friend Gadreel. He was an angel that clearly wanted to be a hit man but was placed in the office to do other useless tasks. Not many people liked him, but Castiel accepted him.
"So, you and Dean Winchester, huh?" A mocking smile spread across his face.
Balthazar, "I'm going to kill him." How dare he betray him like that? How could he go around and just tell people what happened?
"You should be glad I'm the only one Balthazar told, be happy Gabriel hasn't found out yet."
He had a point, Gabriel was not the person you'd want to tell a secret to, "Yeah, but how long before that boundary disappears?"
"He's your friend."
"Not at the moment, that…" he thought about a slang word that the humans used to insult someone, "Assbutt." Yes, that seemed appropriate but Castiel was more than sure that it wasn't even a word.
Gadreel chuckled, "When are you going to kill him?"
Castiel set the folder he had been holding aside then stood up, "Let's hope today." He reached for his trench coat, "Is Samandriel ready?" Samandriel was supposed to accompany Castiel in case they bumped into Dean. He was to learn the methods Castiel used before he was sent out on the field for the first time.
"He should be."
"Then please call him over and tell him to take his stuff." Castiel put on his coat before he grabbed his vibrating cell phone. "We're going to have coffee."
-.-.-.-.-.-
"Do you see him?" Sam asked through the phone. Dean was on top of a five story building that gave him the perfect sight to where Castiel was supposed to be having coffee at.
"I haven't even placed myself, dude." He paused, "Instead of going with Jess you should've come over here to help me." Dean complained as he placed the silver briefcase he had been carrying on top of a wooden box. "Are you sure he has coffee here every afternoon?"
"From what Meg and Ruby have told me? Yeah."
"And you're going to believe what they say?"
"They've been in your position. Except, of course, they didn't bang the guy—" Dean hung up before Sam could finish. He didn't need to be reminded of his mistake. Sometimes, really, it didn't feel like much of mistake to him. Dean liked the sex with Cas. It was great; he wasn't going to deny that.
He started putting together the pieces of the sniper together and placed it on top of the crate to point it at the entrance of the café. At some point, Castiel had to come out if he was there.
Before he had come out there, Dean had searched up Castiel's file and he had to admit that he surprised at what he saw. The guy was good at what he did. Thirty clean deaths for the past six years since he began and was quickly promoted to a higher position amongst the angel assassins.
"C'mon, angel, where are you?" Dean was starting to get impatient. Castiel probably knew that he was after him and decided to miss his daily coffee break knowing that Dean was waiting for him.
That was when his 'Eye of the Tiger' ringtone went off in his pocket. He pulled it out to see who could've possibly been calling him. Sammy. "What happened now?"
"Well, it's good to hear about you again, Dean." It wasn't Sam. Abort!
"Castiel, right?" What a way to cover up his shock by pretending to not know the angel's name. "What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing, I'm just having some coffee. Thought I should've checked up on you…"
Dean looked over to the café, even if his sight was slightly blurry, he could make out the tanned trench coat and the messy dark hair that he loved running his fingers through. Castiel noticed him too because, while sitting down, he waved towards Dean's direction. The bastard knew about Dean all along. "You look good in a suit." Dean complimented.
"You don't look so bad in a black shirt." Dean could feel Castiel giving him a gorgeous, yet mischievous smile. That son of a bitch. "Do you have any idea of what I am?"
Castiel nodded and took a sip from his coffee, "Yeah, but do you know what I am?" Of course he knew. It was the third time Castiel had been assigned to a demon hit man. The first two times were failed because this angel genius had caught them and eliminated before they could get anything against him. Castiel was good at what he did; Dean had heard that more times than he needed.
"I suggest that you lower your guns now, Dean." Castiel grabbed a piece of the freshly baked blueberry muffin and took a bite out of it.
"What makes you think I'd listen to you?"
Castiel's tone darkened, "Because I'd hate to abruptly end this call."
Dean smirked, "You can't do shit to me."
"Well, maybe not me at the moment, but maybe my apprentice can."
"What?"
"You know," Castiel paused to take another sip of his coffee, "I never noticed the red spot on your forehead."
"You're a coward…"
"Oh?"
"You have to get your apprentice to get me? Really? You couldn't have been more traditional and done it yourself?"
Cas smiled, finally moving up his blue eyes to the hit man that was aiming his gun on top of the building in front of the café. "If I had done it, we wouldn't be having this conversation…" Even if Dean was really well hidden, Castiel still knew where he was. He was imagining him too. That gorgeous man of six-feet-one with amazing green eyes that could melt anyone that stared into them, pointing his weapon at Castiel.
Ugh, if only their difference didn't get in the way…Cas would've had so much fun with him. He could only imagine what other abilities Dean had in intimacy.
No, he thought, that is highly inappropriate. He's your target, Castiel, don't you ever forget that.
It was easy to forget, of course, with a mission that looked like that? Oh, Cas only wished he were something else rather than the person he was assigned to kill.
"You're sounding a bit cocky, sweetie; it sounds hot on you."
"Thank you, but words like those won't make tell my apprentice to put his gun down."
Dean chuckled, "I wasn't counting on that."
Dean knew that he wasn't gonna get anywhere with Castiel. There was a fifty-fifty chance of him not shooting Castiel because if he did, he would have a bullet in his head before he could make a small movement. There was no getting out of this one. He knew he should've brought a companion just in case.
Both men were stuck in the situation; there was no way to get out of this one. Neither wanted to shoot and they didn't understand why. If it had been with any other mission, they would've been done in a day or less so why had things changed this time? What hid underneath all that hate that they claimed to have for each other that prevented Dean pulling the trigger, and Castiel from saying the words to Samandriel?
