29th May
4:12AM
Castiel glared quietly out his window while Judith watched the seemingly abandoned warehouse.
"So… That's where Sam Winchester lives?" Judith whispered, her eyes almost glowing in the half-light.
"Yes." Castiel closed his eyes and nodded, resting his head back on the driver's seat.
"When do I-… begin work?" Judith's voice dropped an octave with the last two words, her speech rushing as she dug for more answers. Over the past week they had been shopping for clothes and fake ID's for her to use and had completely devised an entire backstory to go with her new alias: Jane McCarthy.
"Well on Thursdays Winchester goes to a pub in the slums of the city, so that means he'll be there tomorrow throughout most the day so I want you to be there twice in the allotted time: once in the morning and again when he's leaving late at night," Castiel's eyes remained closed as he spoke in a monotone. Judith considered what he had said.
"When he's leaving? Does that mean-?!"
"No. Not yet. I don't want you sleeping with him this early on, that would be too easy and all our plans would have been for naught."
"'This early on'? So I do have to sleep with him then?" Judith started shaking, her hands at her mouth.
Castiel's eyes opened; his stare cold as he gazed up at the roof of his stolen car. His mouth barely opened as he uttered, "Yes."
30th May
9:10AM
Dean opened the door and Sam Winchester got out, his expression as arrogant as ever.
"Park it," Sam grunted to the driver who drove away soon after. Dean and Alastair flanked Sam before he turned to face them at the door way. "Dean, stay here. Alastair you're with me." Sam walked ahead but Alastair lingered for a moment.
"Try not to get too sunburnt out here, Dean. I'd hate to see you get any more freckles than you already have. Increases your chances of skin cancer, you know." Then with a curt nod and a smug grin in Dean's direction, Alastair followed Sam inside the bar. Dean scoffed and folded his arms as he looked both ways down the street. The gutters were filthy with fresh rubbish despite this part of town looked barely hospitable. The smell of decay wafted through the air and the heat of the early morning sun only seemed to amplify the stench to an almost over whelming capacity.
30th May
9:46AM
Judith covered her mouth in worry as she stared down at her body. This outfit would have been okay had this not been the side of town that her and Castiel were going to be operating in today. These streets appeared abandoned but Judith could feel a countless amount of eyes following her as she walked alone down the dirty road. Cluttered and decrepit shops trapped her on all sides and it seemed as though the very buildings here were held up by the powerful smell of something akin to rotten meat. Judith knew Castiel was watching her from a distance and, despite the fact he was a heartless murderer capable of unthinkable actions, it made her feel much more at ease. Last night he had bought her a mobile phone so they could keep in touch if they got separated. Without him there is no way she could have walked through a place like this. But, then again, if not for him she'd be working at the bank back at home right now and not being his hostage.
Judith turned the corner onto an even more decayed street, but here she could see a person at the other end of the road. He was a tall man in a black suit, his arms folded. Judith approached with caution having no alternative as he was standing outside her destination.
Judith's new mobile rang. She answered and stopped walking, her eyes on the sidewalk.
"If you're going to have any luck with this you need to keep your posture and stay calm," Castiel barked. "Now hurry up and get moving and I'll come park the car after you enter. We cannot be seen together at any point, do you understand?" His question was rhetorical and he hung up. Judith took a second and straightened up, brushing her hair back from her face with her dainty fingers.
Her pace quickened as she approached, her shoes sporting a modest heel that made each step ring loud across the empty street. The man she assumed was a bouncer didn't even look sideways at her as she walked inside.
9:46AM
Castiel sat atop a decrepit building, its innards burnt black from young hooligans. The sun warmed his skin beneath a tan trench coat, his sunglasses covering the majority of his face. He stared down into the rotting street and saw Judith walking slowly, her head darting about as she fretted over her situation.
This bitch is going to cost you everything you've worked your ass off for.
Castiel took a deep breath and called the newest addition to his contacts list. Down in the street the phone he bought Judith rang, the cheery notes bouncing off the surrounding walls.
He breathed heavily and tried to remain calm while also making sure Judith did what she was told. Until this point he was playing nice to keep her in a false sense of security, but the time for games is over. He hung up and shoved the phone back into the deepest pocket of his coat before jumping down the side of the building. Before he fell too far he latched onto the fire escape ladder and climbed down onto a skip bin. The car was hidden in this alley way and when Castiel saw Judith enter the bar he pulled out and drove slowly towards the man standing outside the entrance of the bar.
This man was in the wrong place at the wrong time. His suit was too flashy to be a bouncer, especially for this side of town, so clearly he was one of Winchester's men. If he reported back to Sam that this car arrived here by other means than Judith, it would spell trouble for them both. He had no other choice than to drive past and park the car elsewhere. Around the corner was a car park and so he stopped there.
Castiel walked back to the bar with haste; his time frame was cutting down shorter with each passing second. He had told Judith to be in there for no longer than half an hour and within that time Castiel knew he had to lead Sam's man away from the entrance, but how?
Castiel turned the corner and walked up to the entrance of the bar. He took a deep breath and took his glasses off seeing as they weren't much help up close anyway.
"Uh, hello?" Castiel said, deliberately putting a slight quiver in his words. His last second plan was to act as a tourist of sorts and ask for directions.
The man turned his head in Castiel's direction.
Castiel took another step closer and focused his eyes onto the man's face. His eyes grew wide when he realised who stood before him. The elusive Dean Campbell; wanted for murder, theft, arson and grand theft auto in countless states across the country.
9:58AM
Dean watched the man grow closer, his eyes wide in disbelief. Before him stood a man he'd only heard about on the radio and seen through police footage on the news. The infamous Castiel Novak, mass murderer.
They stood silent and the world around them grew empty, even more silent than before. Their breathing seemed to echo around them in the infinite baroness, their eyes holding steady while each grew more uneasy.
Dean's arms fell limp at his sides as Castiel's hands reached for his pocket. He drew out a gun and pointed it at Dean's face.
"Nice to meet you, Dean. I've heard an awful lot about you," Castiel smirked through clenched teeth.
"And I you, Castiel," Dean replied, his voice calm despite the gun pointed steadily at his head.
"I'm afraid you'll be coming with me now, Campbell," Castiel shook his gun twice to the left signalling for Dean to walk around him.
Dean moved without hesitation and didn't even bother to watch the gun as he led the way back down the street.
"Whaddaya want with me, Novak?" Dean asked with a chuckle. "I get that you're a fan and all but I gotta tell you, I don't exactly swing that way."
Castiel raised his arms high and brought them down hard where Dean's neck met his shoulder. Dean fell on the floor choking. "Shut up, Campbell, I've got a plan in the works and I don't need you fucking it up, now stand and keep moving,"
"Jesus Christ, man calm down. I don't give a fuck what your plans are, I'm only here for one reason anyway so go right ahead and do whatever," Dean coughed hoarsely and rose to his feet while his left hand rubbed his neck.
"You're Winchester's man, aren't you?" Castiel asked, pressing the gun roughly into Dean's back between his shoulder blades. "Faster," he hissed before stepping back again.
"Watch it!" Dean growled, inclining his head so he could see behind him. "Yeah, what's it to you?"
"Well, seeing as I'm going to kill you I can't see the harm in telling you just this little bit," he paused for a moment, rearranging words and parts of his plan. He didn't intend to kill Dean but if it came down to it he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger right here and now.
"Sam's a friend of mine. I brought my sister here to meet him," Castiel said blankly with a shrug.
"So… let me get this straight. You're pointing a gun at me so I don't stand guard outside the bar in case I mess up the supposed romantics going on inside said bar? Is that the situation right now?"
"It's more complicated than that. It's none of your business whatsoever, so shut the fuck up and keep going," Castiel barked. He couldn't believe a thug like this could make his flawless thought pattern mess up so horribly. For the first time Castiel's lies were apparently see-through to someone.
Castiel stopped walking when they arrived at his car.
"Now what, big man?" Dean asked with a sigh. "Honestly, it's not like I even give a shit what happens to that smug asshole, Winchester. The guy is a proper tool," Dean mused, turning around to face Castiel.
"Oh? You don't say," Castiel replied vacantly, cocking his gun.
"Whoa hey now, easy tiger," Dean said smoothly, raising his arms so Castiel could see that his hands were empty.
"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up," Castiel smiled, but it didn't touch his eyes. "Get in the car."
"What?"
Castiel whipped his gun around and smacked Dean with it in the side of the head.
"Did I stutter, Campbell, I said get in the fucking car," his voice was barely audible but Dean clambered into the vehicle regardless, blood creeping down the side of his face. He raised his fingers to the wound and they came away red.
"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me," he whined as Castiel got in the driver's seat. "Dude does my face look messed up to you?" Dean laughed and put his bloody hands near Castiel's face.
He didn't flinch but instead turned around and shot him through the upper part of his arm.
"Fuck sake!" Dean cradled his hand and Castiel started the engine, ready to pick Judith up if she needed to get out early.
Castiel opened the glovebox and pulled out a clean bandage; in his line of work it was handy to keep them around.
"Here. Don't bleed in my car, Campbell."
"Hey, fuck you," Dean shot back, a bloody hand taking the bandage and wrapping it haphazardly around his upper arm.
Castiel grinned to himself when he was sure Dean couldn't see.
"You said you don't care about your work, huh?"
"No, the guys a prick," Dean huffed.
"That's good. You won't be going back any time soon."