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Chapter 4 'Muggers Repent Their Sins'
Castiel reached out his fingers so he could zap himself, Sam and Dean to the 'Green Lady', and a man suddenly pushed him aside and snatched the armload of coats that Dean was holding. He ran away quickly, sniggering at his bounty.
The boys stared after him. Who would steal coats?
"Should we go after him, or just.." Sam looked lost.
Dean glanced at Castiel. His lip was trembling. "My coats..." he whispered.
Dean sighed. "Oh, for Pete's sake...". He turned to Sam, who was still encumbered by the rest of the coats. "You stay here, I'll go get them back."
"I will come." Castiel took on a fierce glare in his eyes. No one messes with his coats.
"Oh no. You stay here, Smitey Mc-Smiterton. We don't need any dead bodies. It's just coats." Dean said quickly.
"They are not just coats!" Castiel said hotly, ready to argue, but Dean cut him off.
"Just stay here with Sam, and I'll be back." Dean ran after the mugger.
Castiel snatched the rest of his coats back from Sam. "I'll hold these, since they're not safe with you.."
Another man suddenly bumped into Castiel and ripped the rest of the coats out of his hands, but he found he couldn't run anymore, as his feet were inches off the ground. He was floating in the air.
"Ahh! Put me down! Put me down!" Passerby quickly glanced at the ruckus but didn't pay it too much mind; they probably thought it was a street magic show. The mugger dropped the coats, and Castiel grabbed him from the air and shook him.
"Repent! Repent your sins!" The man sobbed while Castiel man-handled him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for stealing your coats!"
Sam shifted, unsure what to do. He tapped Cass on the shoulder. "Uh, he repented, Cass. Why don't you let him go now?"
But Castiel stared into the man's eyes and he began to scream. Sam grabbed Castiel's arm. "Stop that!"
Castiel let go of the man immediately, and he fell to the concrete. He looked stunned for a moment before he scrambled up and ran away, screaming.
"What is wrong with you? You could have killed him." Sam said.
"Oh, I am truly sorry, Sam. But he took my coats!" Castiel looked upset, and bent to pick up the dropped coats. He brushed them carefully off.
"Yeah, but that's no reason to.. hey, Cass, you alright?" Sam said worriedly as Castiel sniffled.
"He took my coats! I didn't want to hurt him..." Castiel looked up at Sam, his eyes watery.
"It's okay.." Sam awkwardly patted Castiel on the shoulder. Who knows what would happen when an angel cried. Would it rain? "You were right, Cass."
"Hey!" Dean panted, suddenly running up to them. He held out the other half of Castiel's coats. "Here you go."
"Thank you!" Castiel grabbed them and hugged them all tightly.
Sam noticed that one of Dean's arms was bloody. "What happened?"
"Oh, the mugger shot me, but I'll be okay. Cass'll heal me up." Dean brushed off the gunshot wound like it was nothing. He had gotten shot before.
"You idiot! He could have shot you in the head!" Sam said, inspecting the wound.
"Yes, but he didn't." Dean said cheerily. "That's a plus, isn't it? Besides, Cass needed his coats back." Dean glanced at the overjoyed angel reunited with his precious coats.
"Yeah, somebody tried to steal the rest of the them while you were gone, and Cass went all 'Repent Your Sins' on his ass." Sam said. "But it doesn't matter who gets shot or have their eyes burned out as long as Cass keeps his coats, huh?"
"Exactly!" Dean said, and Sam shook his head. Why was he the only practical one here?
"Cass, can you heal my arm, and then we'll go?" Dean stuck out his bleeding arm, and Cass touched it, healing it instantly.
"Now, let's go to the Statue of Liberty." Sam said. "Cass, if you will.."
This time, Castiel held onto his coats as he touched Sam and Dean's foreheads, and all three disappeared with a poof.
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