Title: The Heist
Author: castiel-thepizzaman
Pairing: eventual Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17 or M overall, this chapter is PGishh.
Warnings: Language

A/N: New chapter. I guess this is sort of a filler chapter. And it's short. Sorry. Don't worry though, next chapter should be better!

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Chapter Four

"You heard him, Dean, he's got something on each of us. We can't get out of it." Ash said, walking towards him with a knife he pulled out of his pants pockets. He reached for Dean's hands and sawed through the rope that held him, letting them drop to the floor with a light noise. Dean rubbed his wrists, bending them back in froth in order to feel the blood tingling and flowing through his hands. "Come on." Ash added on, holding out his hand to Dean who took it, letting the standing man pull him to his feet. Dean was actually surprised by Ash's strength, meaning that for once, he was sober.

Rope burns stung his wrists when he tried to move them and there was a clear indent where they cut through his skin. Whoever tied them did a good job. The other three men stood silently around the room, watching Dean warily as if they were waiting for him to strike. Ash was the only one who had approached Dean and gotten close enough to striking distance, but he wasn't that cheep, he wouldn't hit his one friend at the company. If Gordon had been closer Dean would have definitely let his fists fly and land a solid punch on Gordon's jaw.

Dean took a step towards the door, not wanting to stay in the warehouse a second longer. "Well, there's got to be a way." Dean growled, letting his hands drop to his side, realizing that the added pressure of his fingers were not doing anything to extinguish the pain from the bindings. Instead, his adrenaline was wearing off, causing the pounding in his head to become recognized. Reaching up, Dean cupped the back of his head, feeling the dried blood coating his hair. "Chuck, you pack a strong hit for such a little guy." Dean spat the words out so the shaken man would know it wasn't a compliment.

"Come on, Winchester, don't act this way. Just cooperate so we all wont get fucked in the ass." Gordon Walker's voice rumbled over to him and Dean's green eyes instantly met the other man, glaring at him and forcing him to balk down.

"What, Walker? Crowley threatening your little boyfriend?" Dean growled, taking another step towards Walker, digging his fingernails into his palms in frustration. He knew this was not a logical way to solve this problem, but at the moment taking anger out on Gordon seemed like a good way to solve some of his aggression and helplessness, forcing his insecurities and doubt to the back of his mind. "Poor, little Mikey."

Gordon tensed, a muscle in his jaw twitching when Dean insinuated that he was gay. They all knew that Mike and Gordon were close friends instead of lovers, but with the amount of time they spent with each other, it could easily be interpreted as something more, especially with the hunting trips the men went on often.

Chuck stepped between them, their intense glare broken by the mop of curly, brown hair. "Let's calm down and deal with this like rational people." Adam snorted and Chuck's lips pursed since he knew he was the exact opposite of a rational person. "Dean, Ash is right, he's got something that he can blackmail us with. For me it's Becky."

"But you don't even really like her anymore. Something about her sexual prowess." Dean replied, his brow furrowed as he looked at the small man in front of him. He always thought Becky might do Chuck some good, get him out of his shell and a more lucid person. Though their relationship might not be working out at the moment there could always be a change and Dean realized that after the words came out of his mouth.

Chuck's eyes widened slightly and fear passed across his already nervous features. "I don't want a dead body on my conscious!" Dean just nodded as if he understood, but he wouldn't mind the girl leaving his life forever. She fawned over Sam too much, even when he told her he wasn't interested and eventually told her he wasn't available. "Crowley threatened Adam with his mother and Gordon's got Mike and his sister to worry about."

A question was left hanging and Dean was about to ask it when Gordon spoke. "He had to add in my sister when threatening with Mike since I wouldn't budge." From what Dean knew, Gordon's sister had already been kidnapped once in her life by a vampire pretend freak, of course Gordon would do anything to protect her, it seemed like Crowley's tough calculations had failed him one time and Dean wish he had been there to see it.

"And with me, Crowley threatened Jo and Ellen." Ash shook his head slowly, "they're pretty much my family and I couldn't do that to them." The two women had taken in Ash when he made his stop in Stanford, making him an honorary Harvelle, and it was causing Ash was staying in this city longer than he had any other place and Dean suspected it was sue to the two women keeping him grounded in life.

"Yeah, well think about what we're doing to them by agreeing to this." The Winchester knew he was being stubborn, but he felt trapped and it was something he didn't like. He was being irrational and ill-tempered and he knew he needed some time to himself to think everything through.

For the first time Adam spoke up, his soft accent dancing across the walls of the room. "Think about what will happen if we don't. At least they'll still have their lives."

Silence enveloped them. It was better than the alternative. Refuse and cause multiple people to die who don't deserve it. Not only will will they be dead, but close family members will be hurt and the five men in the room would be forever blaming themselves, wracked with guilt at the action. It was a simple choice, this way, they could only hurt themselves, though Dean had a lingering feeling that there would be some collateral damage.

"Whatever, there's nothing we can do until Crowley contacts us again. I think we could all use a drink." Ash muttered, turning away from them and heading towards the door they came in. It was a silent invitation to go back to the Roadhouse and have a few drinks.

The air between all of them was still tense, but not as bad as it had been when Dean had been dragged in here, confused, disoriented, and angry. Adam tossed the keys to Ash and Dean forced Chuck to sit in the back with Adam and Gordon, not wanting to be squished and Chuck had a lot less muscle mass then all of them. The ride to the bar was silent, all that had needed to be said had been done in the warehouse, now they just brooded in their own thoughts. Except Ash, who turned on the radio to a random station and tapped on the steering wheel to the quiet music. They must have been to the warehouse before since Ash had correctly gotten them onto the highway without messing up. When he got on, he pressed down hard on the accelerator, feeling the car's speed rise as they headed towards the city. Dean just watched the passing trees and drifted off in his thoughts.

Ignoring the speed they were traveling and Ash's rather frantic and frightening driving. He had to say yes to Crowley, there was no way he was going to harm Sam's chance at a perfect future. And Jessica was practically like a sister to him, there was no way he was going to threaten her life when she deserved everything. Hell, she deserved life more than Dean did, she deserved everything more than him. In the warehouse, when he couldn't find a loophole for Jessica and Sam, Dean hadn't hesitated to agree and lend his services to Crowley. But what about Castiel? This would affect him as well and Dean had barely given the blue eyed man a second thought. But now, all he was thinking about was the man and the strange friendship they had built over the past year. It was just another person added to this crazy equation and it reminded why Dean usually kept his distance from people. It was easier, it was better. Although, he could admit that the friendship he had with Castiel was one of the better parts of his life. It was comfortable and it just snuck in. Dean was possessive and he knew he didn't want to let go of the friendship Castiel and him had just yet.

Ash turned off the highway and maneuvered to the Roadhouse easily because of the late hour. He parked the car in the back of the building that was reserved for the tenant that lived in the apartment above the bar, which just happened to be the Harvelles. They all disbanded from the car, shutting the doors quietly behind them due to the late hour and the fact that people were sleeping. The bar had closed hours ago, but Ash let them in, flipping on the lights and telling them to take a seat at the bar. He needed to go up and tell Ellen that some friends from work were in the bar. A few minutes later Ash reappeared and grabbed a shot glass out for each person. There was little complaint when the mullet-haired man pulled out expensive whiskey and poured everyone a shot.

No one said a word when they all downed their shot at the same time in one fluid motion. Chuck coughed at the burn while Adam and Gordon let out a small gasp at the strength. Dean and Ash stayed quiet, still lost in their own thoughts as the man behind the bar poured a second shot.

It continued that way for a third before Adam spoke up again. "So anyone know anything about what we're going to be doing?"

Eyes glanced around, staring at each other waiting for someone else to talk. From the look of everyone's face no one knew much.

"Just that they want something from K.O.K." Chuck shrugged, finally being the one to speak. He rolled the shot glass around his hands, the usual nervousness that defined the man setting in. "Like Crowley said, need to know basis. Though I suspect Dean will know the most out of everyone. He does the deliveries."

Everyone turned to look at Dean and he just shrugged, "hey, all I know is what you saw today."

Ash moved to pour them their fourth shot and by then, everyone lapsed back into silence. Raising his glass, Ash muttered in a sarcastic voice, "a toast to threats and pressure. Here goes probably the most stupidest thing we've ever agreed to." Ash drained the amber liquid in his glass and slammed it down on the table. Every one followed suit and the tension seemed to leave the room. Even if something goes horribly wrong they have each other- as unwanted and aggravating that is- through it. Ash turned and grabbed his coat off the bar counter and shrugged into it. "Let's get home."

The scrapes of bar stools signaled that the other men were following his example as they slid out of the chair and hit the ground. Dean felt slightly dizzy from the head injury combined with four shots of alcohol. But he was able to stumble out after Ash, sliding into the passenger seat and leaning his head against the window as they drove. Ash dropped Chuck off first, watching the man go into the brick, four story building, using a key to open the door to the common area. Then Dean began to recognize the neighborhood and knew they were stopping at his apartment next. When Ash stopped in front of his building Dean nodded a small goodbye and opened the car door to exit. The walk to the entrance of the apartment complex seemed to be longer than usual but Dean made it to the doors and pushed through them as the car holding the other three men left the sidewalk and continued on to it's next destination.

Stumbling up the stairs Dean finally stood in front of the the door of his apartment and grappled with the key, pushing it into the lock and twisting. Once he heard the satisfying click he opened the door and fumbled for the light. When the living room was revealed to him he hissed, seeing that blood from his head injury had stained the white carpet. At the moment he did not want to deal with it, but fear that Sam would return early and see it caused him the need to deal with it as soon as possible.

Dean walked the short distance to the dining room and combined kitchen, kneeling down in front of the sink and opening the doors. What greeted him was a lack of cleaning products and Dean shoved some windex aside looking for the bleach. A soft groan left his mouth when he realized that it was in the car. Sam had spilled some soda in the Impala and for repercussions Dean banned him from the car for a month and made him clean up the soda.

Slamming shut the cabinet doors with harder force than necessary, Dean left the apartment, taking the elevator down to the parking garage underneath the building. He pulled the keys out of his pocket as he traveled over to his precious car, unlocking the trunk and grabbing the bleach and the rags that Sam inconsiderately left in his car. No wonder the bleach smell hadn't faded. Slamming the trunk shut, Dean locked it and walked past his car, glancing into the back seat. It was then that he noticed the blue folder that Castiel had been carrying around that night. He froze, unsure about what to do.

Of course the folder needed to be returned to Castiel. But could it wait until next Friday? Dean opened the car door, grabbing the folder before he closed the door again and locked it. It took a lot of resistance not to open it and look at the information it was storing. Instead, he tucked it under his arm and set off, heading back to the lovely blood stain on his carpet.

It took ten minutes on his knees to scrub out the stain, making sure the area was a white and clean as the rest of the carpet, not that it took much effort since neither him nor Sam cleaned often. And by then, he knew he needed to return the folder to Castiel and had decided he would go visit the man tomorrow. After all, they were friends and he didn't know how significant important the folder was. Dean knew the area Castiel lived in and figured tomorrow morning he would go there.

Dean threw the rags away in the trash and placed the bleach underneath the sink before he walked down the small hall from the kitchen and entered the second bedroom. Collapsing on the bed, he grabbed the comforter and rolled it around him, letting a soft moan of approval leave his lips. Within minutes he was fast asleep, deciding to push everything from his mind and deal with it tomorrow.