WEKYN CH 7
Chapter 7
"Look, Cas, I know I said I would help you, but this is crazy you know that right? Like I get that you're fond of her, but do you actually know what you are saying?"
Castiel looked fondly at Sam, if not a little irritated. He knew that Sam meant well, that in the end he was trying to be the sensible one in a bar full of maniacs, but it was starting to drag on a bit too much. It also didn't help that Meg was sitting at the bar not ten feet away and was able to listen to Sam go on for thirty minutes about how dumb an idea it was to go up against the "Prime Evils" as they had been dubbed. Castiel glanced over at Meg nursing her beer at the bar and met her eyes with a soft smile, as if to apologize for Sam. She just winked at him, calming Castiel down in the way only she could. Sam was getting more irritated by the second as he realized Castiel was now ignoring him, "Cas, I get it. And I'm your friend here, we all are, but you realize how insane of a plan this is right? Ignoring the idea of breaking into one of the most secure buildings in the city, you honestly think these animals with the sort of connections they have won't see this coming?"
Sam was about to continue before Dean clapped him on the shoulder, slowly shaking his head "Give it up Sammy, once Cas has made his mind up there is no changing it. Besides, it could be fun; we haven't raised hell in a long time."
Castiel left the two brothers to continue their argument, but not before giving Dean a smile that said "thank you". Dean nodded, understanding that while Sam was trying his best to avoid conflict, in the end he would always back his friend's play. Castiel sighed, knowing that there was wisdom in Sam's words; the plan was not exactly foolproof. Beyond the logistical issues of breaking into a secure law firm, finding the information and getting out before people noticed there was the "demonic element" that Meg has so properly coined. Alistair, Azazel and Lucifer were all ruthless individuals, and if they were even in half as deep as Meg claimed they were, this would not be easy.
Of course, the little ragtag army had a few things going for them. They had former soldiers in the likes of Castiel and Dean. Sam had the full weight of his firm behind them to fight any charges should they be caught and most importantly there was Meg and Jo. Meg hadn't had any of her security clearances revoked, since the Prime Evil's didn't want to raise suspicion as to why their best lawyer had been fired for no reason. Jo, on the other hand was just scary. No one really knew what she did, all they knew was she did it well and that Jo was technically not her real name – a testament to how happy and relieved that she was on their side. Castiel shook his head and smiled as he walked over to Meg sitting at the bar, maybe this won't be a total disaster he thought.
"You know you don't have to do this," Meg mumbled into her drink.
Castiel smiled and put his hand on top of hers. He was very happy that she didn't immediately pull it away this time. He understood, the whirlwind of emotions these past few days, a bunch of strangers coming out of the wood work to help her and not to mention whatever was happening between the two of them. It certainly had thrown Castiel for a loop; he could only imagine how Meg felt. Castiel smiled at her as she pulled her hand from his and said, "Meg even if it has been a while, I am still a soldier. That means I help people. There's no way I'm letting you do this alone."
Meg gave him a grim smile, "What so you're my guardian angel now, Clarence? Really know how to make a girl's nethers quiver," she finished as she drained her beer.
Castiel gave a soft chuckle, "I do know how to do that. And I still don't know who Clarence is."
Meg cocked an eyebrow at him, "We get out of this, I have a movie to show you. Someone like you, you'll enjoy it quite a bit."
Castiel's retort was cut off by the heavy thump of two large bags Jo had finished fishing out of the store room. The room went silent as she opened both, set out several large, dangerous looking handguns and SMGs and immediately began to methodically and quickly break them down. Jo didn't notice the stares until halfway through the second gun, shrugging while continuing to clean, "What, you said this could get dangerous. I figured we could use a little insurance."
Meg whistled appreciatively and Castiel shook his head, looking towards Dean and said, "Are you ever going to tell us what it is your wife did in a former life?"
Dean shook his head with a chuckle, "Hell no buddy. Just do what I do, know what questions you actually want to know the answers to," he finished with a kiss to Jo's cheek.
Jo gave a small blush and handed Dean a gun to start cleaning. Castiel followed his lead, quickly stripping down an M14 carbine and a 9mm. So lost in the muscle memory and mechanics of what he was doing Castiel didn't notice Meg staring at him. Clearing his throat uncomfortably he asked her what she was looking at. Giving him a small, yet concerned smile she said, "Well you said you were a soldier and I believed you. Still, it's a sight to see you doing something like this. Whole new side to you feathers."
"So I guess the angel metaphors are going to stick huh?" Castiel punctuated his question with a quick pull on the slide of the pistol.
Meg just gave him a wink and a smile. Castiel took the time to show Meg how to properly clean, oil and put the gun back together. All four worked for the next half hour of the weaponry before Jo finally packed it all back away. Meg took a long gulp of a new beer before laying out the plan of attack.
Jo and Meg would be the main recon force, using Meg's credentials to get in and find the information. Cas and Dean would be on lookout in the lobby of the archives while Jo and Meg searched. Sam was going to be establishing an alibi in case he was needed to bail them out of prison later. Garth, Jo's younger brother, was the getaway driver, but hopefully they wouldn't need him. In case things did go south they were supposed to scatter immediately, then rendezvous at Sam's firm the next day. Everyone sat, nodding their heads and weighing the gravity of what they were about to do.
Meg wasn't sure what she was feeling. Usually so calm and collected, to say she was out of her element would have been an understatement. She wasn't used to working with a team, and certainly was not comfortable turning to people for help. The last week had been an eye opening and horizon expanding experience for her. On top of that, the feelings she was developing for one bartender turned chef turned guardian angel certainly wasn't helping. Shaking her head she tried banishing the thoughts of something happening to him, trying to ignore the knots her stomach was twisting in to at the thought of it. Clearing her throat she began to speak, "Look, I understand the danger of all of this. I appreciate all of you choosing to help, especially since most of you only met me tonight. At the same time, I want none of you getting hurt. So please, don't do this just because you feel sorry for me, or owe Clarence here a favor. I can do this on my own, and above all else, I don't want your blood on my hands."
The room fell silent; everyone in it up to this point had been ignoring most of the connotations of the mission they were all about to embark upon. Meg sighed, both happy she had these people willing to help but at the same time fearing for their safety. The silence was broken by a loud cocking sound as Castiel finished his last bit of fiddling with his M14. He gave everyone a grim smile, but no one could deny the confidence in his voice, "Well? What are we waiting for, let's go take down the Devil."
