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Chapter 7

"Why did you change your mind, Dean?" Castiel asks curiously. Of course he's happy that the kidnapper has changed his mind about killing him, but his curiosity is too strong to resist.

"I can go back to plan A, you know." Dean smirks slightly when he notices Castiel turning pale. He finds scaring the reporter amusing. "Just shut up and don't ask stupid questions."

"I'm sorry," the brunet says suddenly. "I want to apologize for deceiving you back at the bar. And also about the lamp," Castiel's gaze falls down at the broken lamp.

"What about the article you wrote?" Dean chuckles. "Not feeling sorry for that one?"

"No," Castiel blurts out. "I was simply doing my job."

"I see," Dean nods. "I guess I'm failing then." The werewolf gets up from the bed, going towards the wardrobe. He rummages through it for a while and returns to Castiel.

"Here, put these on." Dean throws a black T-shirt, light blue jeans, boxers, and socks at the reporter, who is still wrapped up in his towel.

"Thank you," Castiel mumbles, nodding slightly.

"Do you have sisters or brothers?" Dean stares at Castiel while he's starting to get dressed. The t-shirt looks nice on his lithe body.

Castiel's surprised at the question, but hurries to answer. "My older sister lives in England. I haven't seen her for fifteen years. Though, we talk on phone sometimes. Actually, it's her house where I lived with our father before he died. Are you going to stare at me while I'm getting dressed?" Castiel frowns at Dean, who can't lift his gaze off the brunet's body.

"Yes," Dean rasps. "Do you mind?"

Castiel doesn't expect such impudence and gapes at the werewolf. He knows that he has to behave well and not make the host angry, therefore the brunet decides to play according Dean's rules.

"Um… No, I don't mind." Castiel blushes and pulls up the pants Dean has given him, zipping it with shaking fingers. It's slightly big for his size and reveals Castiel's hipbones, making them look so desirable that Dean has an urge to attack his prey and lick his hipbones 'til the brunet passes out.

"Good, because I wasn't planning to turn around." Dean licks his lips, fighting a feral growl that threatens to escape his throat.

"I-I think someone was calling you when I hit you with the lamp." Castiel scratches his head, trying to defuse this awkward situation.

"Shit," Dean pulls out the cell phone, going into 'missed calls'. "Oh, fuck me!" He rolls his eyes when he sees Crowley's number.

"What is it?" Castiel sits down on the bed, trying not to make any frantic movements, which might stir doubts in Dean's mind.

"It's my boss. Now, I want you to shut up or I'll gag you again. Can you do that?" Dean glares at the blue-eyed man.

"Yes. I'll be quiet," Castiel promises, swallowing nervously.

"Good." Dean dials Crowley's number, rubbing his forehead. Damn, he needs to be careful.

"Where the bloody hell were you, Winchester?" The thick, British accent yells in the cell phone and Castiel winces.

"Sorry boss, I was taking a bath and must've fallen asleep. I apologize once again," Dean tries his best to convince Crowley.

"Idiot," Crowley hisses into the phone. "Tell me about your progress with our little friend. Don't forget that you have only two days left."

Castiel notices how Dean clenches his fist, knuckles turning white. He can't hear what Crowley is saying to Dean, but judging from the kidnapper's reaction, it's something important.

"Yeah, I remember. I found out some important details that I needed. No worries, boss. It will be done." Dean forces himself to chuckle.

"Good. And I demand you show me proof," Crowley sips his drink. Probably Craig.

"Right, proof. Of course." Dean just wants this freakin' phone call to be over. "I will…" But Crowley has already disconnected the call.

"Are you alright?" Castiel asks cautiously, looking at Dean's frowning face.

The werewolf sighs and glances at his watch. It's already 4 am. Time has passed so quickly and he hadn't even noticed.

"Are you hungry?" Dean asks suddenly. "Because I am. Let's go." The host clearly shows that the brunet isn't to argue.


"So, you work for Crowley and he commanded you to kill me because I wrote the article." Castiel bites down on his slice of pizza.

"Yes," Dean answers reluctantly.

"How much time did he give you?"

"I have two more days." Dean leans against his chair. "He asked for proof too."

"I see," Castiel mutters under his breath. "What's the plan then?"

Dean taps his fingers on the table and takes a swig from the beer can. "You will have to leave the country. Just disappear, lay low. And for that you will need new documents."

"What?" Castiel almost chokes.

"You heard me, Cas. We need to get you out of the country." Dean leans forward, brushing his thumb over Castiel's lips, removing bits of mushroom.

"But how?" Castiel exclaims, bewildered, not paying attention to the unexpected touch.

"I'll arrange it." Dean smiles slightly. "Now look at me."

Before Castiel realizes what's happening, Dean snaps a photo of him with his cell phone.

"She will need it." Dean laughs at Castiel's puzzled expression.

"She? Who's she?" the brunet asks, confused. He has no idea what's going on anymore. Dean is very cryptic, he decides.

The werewolf doesn't say anything else, just dials a number and waits for the call to be answered.

"Heey, Charlie," he greets someone amicably. "Yeah, yeah I know I am an asshole for calling you so late but I really need your help here. And it's kind of urgent, you know."

Castiel strains his ears to hear the voice from the other end, but it's not helping. Dean keeps grinning and chuckling.

"Ok. We have quite a situation here and my friend needs a passport with a new name and all the necessary docs. Yeah, as usual. Like you normally do. His name is Castiel Novak. What? What kind of a question is that? How the fuck would I know?" Dean huffs, looking at the reporter. "Umm, well he's… he's got blue eyes and dark brown hair. A bit shorter than me. Let me send you his pic." The werewolf quickly sends Castiel's photo to his collocutor. "I just sent his photo to you, check your inbox. What? Umm... Ok, give me a second." Dean pulls the cell phone away from his ear, turning to Castiel and saying: "She wants to know if you speak any foreign languages."

"Yes, I speak fluent French," Castiel says with a nod.

"Yep, he says he speaks French," Dean informs whoever he's talking to. "Alright, thanks. I owe you one."

"Who were you talking to?" Castiel inquires as soon as Dean finishes talking.

"Wow, you sound so jealous, Cas," Dean winks at him, making the reporter blush. "It's my friend Charlie. She's a computer genius. She'll prepare all the necessary documents for you. You will get them on Friday."

"I see," Castiel whispers, falling silent, but then he remembers something. "But what about proof? Your boss required you show him proof that you killed me!"

Dean chuckles; he can't help but like this guy. "So naïve, Cas," he smiles. "You think we can't fake your death?"

Castiel falls silent, looking at Dean, dumbstruck, while the werewolf keeps smiling to himself, imagining Castiel writhing and moaning under his body.