A/N: Day 4 is here! (finally) So sorry about the wait; I've been really busy. But I should be able to get Day 5 up later today and then I'll be all caught up! :3
This is an Avengers crossover.
So Dean and Cas are agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. and Dean has a fear of water. That pretty much sums it up. Make sure you look out for the adorable code names! ;)
I will love you forever if you review my little ball of fluff; feedback makes me happier than a camel on Wednesday. c:
"Hunter, this is Angel. Do you copy?"
"Yeah, I copy," Castiel whispered into his ear piece. "I'm on board the cruise ship now. Just have to get to the ballroom to plant the cameras."
Dean gave a sigh of relief as his partner in crime assured him of his safety. Being anywhere near water really messed with him. Dean's palms were sweaty, his head ached, his heart was racing, and he felt nauseous, to boot. To be honest, Dean thought that Director Fury put them on this case just to mess with his head. Of course, Cas volunteered to plant the cameras, so Dean was stuck on the submarine underneath the cruise ship in question, monitoring the spy's progress and alerting him to any danger that could potentially compromise the mission.
"Do ya think you could hurry it up a bit? I'm dying down here. The S.H.I.E.L.D. units aren't exactly the roomiest of subs," Dean moaned, checking the computer screen that had a map of the ship's ventilation system on it. Castiel's tracking beacon showed that he had successfully reached the ballroom through the vents and he had begun to set up the first camera.
"Relax, Hunter; you're only in a submerged, pressurized metal container surrounded by several thousand gallons of water with a limited oxygen supply. You've been in worse situations," Cas said. Dean wanted to kill him.
"Thanks for that mental image, Angel. It makes me feel so much better," he replied, trying to even out his breathing. Cas seemed to notice that Dean wasn't doing so great, so he stopped setting up the second camera he was working on and focused on his partner.
"Take deep breaths. Concentrate on something that makes you happy," he instructed. "Just think calming thoughts and you'll be fine."
"Keep talking," Dean urged. "Your voice. It-it's soothing." The tough spy hated to admit it, but he couldn't deny that Castiel's voice had a sort of relaxing tone to it. Dean didn't want to distract Cas from the mission at hand, but if he didn't calm down soon, he was going to start having a full-out panic attack and that was something that did not need to happen on a mission. Especially one where Dean was in an enclosed space.
"Okay, I'll just talk you through what I'm doing. I've got the second camera in my hands now, and I'm placing it in position. Now I'm activating it. Can you see it on the monitor, Dean?"
Dean checked one of the many blank computer screens set up in front of him. Suddenly, one crackled to life and he could see an aerial view of the ballroom on the monitor. He glanced back at the screen with Cas' position on it and nodded. Remembering that Castiel could not see him, Dean quickly said "Yeah. I see it. And stick to the code names; I don't want any unexpected listeners to know who we are."
"Fine," Cas grumbled. "See? You're doing better now, aren't you? Taking your mind off of the current situation seems to be helping quite substantially."
And for once, Dean had to agree. He felt calmer knowing that Cas was there for him, even if 'there' happened to be 'in the ventilation system of a cruise ship setting up cameras for a surveillance project.' But hey; at least Dean could hear Cas' voice.
Suddenly, a little red light began to flash and emit a beeping noise, signaling danger.
"Angel, buddy, you better get out of there. Trouble's headed your way. Get out the same way you came in, and step on it!" Dean warned.
"Copy that, Hunter. I'm on my way," the spy answered. All of the cameras were in place, so the mission could be considered a success; that is, if Castiel managed to get out alive.
Castiel crawled through the vents as fast as he could without making too much noise. Don't want to draw attention to a seemingly harmless air vent, he thought to himself. Reaching the spot where he had entered the ship, Cas turned on the beacon that alerted Dean he was out of danger and could be safely retrieved. He only had to wait a few moments for the submarine to surface and the roof hatch to be unscrewed automatically, granting him entry.
Dean let out a sigh of relief as Castiel climbed down the ladder that led to the lower decks. He left his chair spinning in the dust as he launched himself at his partner and clung to him as if life itself depended upon their connection.
"Miss me?" Cas chuckled. He returned Dean's hug with enthusiasm to rival a python's and they stood in the center of the room for a moment, relishing each other's company.
"That's an understatement," the spy murmured.
