The blue haze of a laptop lit up Cas' face, highlighting the dark creases under his eyes and along the furrow of his brow. He was focused intently on the screen as he scrolled down the page, eyes flickering back and forth as he read. His legs had long grow numb from sitting by the time he finally leaned back into his chair and let out a long drawn out breath.
The past few hours, Cas has been meticulously reading over every scrap of information he could find on Dean. At first it was a trail of fuzzy news cameras and old reports, everything Cas had expected to find. In fact, he had seen most of it before; it was what led him to Dean in the first place. However, he considered it a good idea to go over it and refresh his memory.
Although pretty much everyone was looking up this terrible Dean Winchester fellow, and consequently Cas wasn't going to show up as a big mark on the radar, he still took precautions. He blocked his IP address, had his own wifi unit, and a few other tricks he learned from his associate Charlie.
Cas had decided that although Dean's most recent kill had been in Colorado, Dean would be much closer to Cas' current location in Illinois. The thing was, Dean knew how to hide. If Cas wanted to get to him, he was going to have to draw him out of whatever hole he lay waiting in. He also knew it was going to take something incredibly impressive. Cas knew what Dean was playing at, and it was all a big game of who was going to crack first and go find the other.
Bags and weapons packed in the Mustang, Cas was ready to set his trap for Dean. He had gotten close to no sleep the night before, having spent it plotting and planning. Adrenaline rushed through him, jolting him to alertness better than any espresso.
The adrenaline didn't just come from the excitement and anticipation, however. Cas, for the first time in a long time, felt nervous. What he was about to do was going to change the whole nature of this game. It was going to be bigger and riskier, but that was just what Cas needed to catch Dean's attention.
After putting hours of driving behind him, Cas pulled off the interstate into a city that was close to where Cas thought Dean might be. He didn't even bother to check into a hotel, but instead drove around for a while, until he saw what he wanted.
He parked several blocks away, and purposely dawned his trademark trenchcoat. Straightening his tie, he tucked his gun in its holster, and walked quickly down back alleyways to his destination. He turned a few heads, but it was no matter. He was about to turn many more.
Cas finally reached his destination. A long line of protesters stood along the sidewalk, preaching. Cas approached one of them, and tilted his head as he read their sign.
"Do you really believe this pointless, ruthless hate is what your religion teaches you?" Cas asked the holder of the sign, an older man with a hardened glint in his eyes.
"We have to save those who are leading lives of sin."
Cas tilted his head again. "Yes, that is why I am doing this."
Cas pulled out his gun, and fired several shots at the protesters. Several fell to the ground, blood swelling out of their wounds. People screamed and felt and the street was consumed in chaos.
Cas looked around the madness, and stared out into the center. "I know your secrets, Dean Winchester, and I will use them to destroy you. Your move, Winchester."
The killer turned his back on the crowd and melted into the chaos, making his escape. He ran as fast as he could back to his car, and jumped in it, immediately revving the engine. He didn't stop driving until he was states away. He knew someone had gotten that on video, and the clip was probably already circling the news stations.
The move had been gutsy, and dangerous. Cas had a high risk of getting caught, and had passed more than one speeding police car on his way out of the city. But now the public knew Dean and Cas were connected, and their little game was surfacing all over. Dean would be forced to find Cas soon, before he jeopardized them even more.
Cas would have to sleep in his car tonight, and change his plates too. He briefly considered just ditching the Mustang all together, but reasoned that it blended in well enough with the average traffic.
Now all that was left to do was wait.