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Dean drove his beloved Impala down the street toward the track at 4:00am in the morning.
It had been 3 days since Dean had last went to the racetrack.
The fee for this month was due one day after the race, which was 4 days from now.
The stables charged their clients monthly and the fee for this month was 20,833 dollars. Just enough to keep Castiel in the stables for another month.
Dean sighed heavily. If they didn't win this race, Dean would be outmatically in debt for being not able to pay for the last month Castiel had been at the stables. The track charged every client at the end of the month and automatically started charging for the next month if the client didn't say other wise.
Dean was still debating with himself if he should keep Castiel in the stables or take him back to his house in Lawrence. But where the Hell would he keep an angel? (An arrogant one at that) Bobby probably wouldn't mind if he kept him around the junk yard for a bit till he figured things out.
No kidding his father was swimming in debt when he died. The only way to afford an angel was if you raced it.
Who was he kidding! Castiel wouldn't sit in a junkyard or a small house like Deans and be ok with it. It was a pipe dream. He would probably become stressed and even more pissy then he already was. Castiel grew up around classy housing, especially in a well payed for stable like the Texas racetracks, he wouldn't go for any type of greaser quality.
Benny was already working with Castiel for free. Telling Dean that it was more of a hobby/pleasure then a job.
Dean didn't know how though, Castiel seemed always grumpy and pissed off.
Maybe he just didn't like Dean.
Well good! Dean didn't like him either. Well, maybe he was cute and all for an angel, but his attitude sucked!
Dean pulled into the parking lot of the racetrack and got a plastic bag from the back seat of the impala. He pulled out a toy rubber snake that he had gotten from the toy store down the road. The damn thing looked pretty convincing, and exact replica of a rattle snake, hell it even hissed when you hit it against something or squeezed it. The hiss sounded just as real as it looked.
Dean didn't know if Benny would be in yet, and if the freaking angel got any ideas on attacking Dean or anything he would be ready. Dean had read in Castiels profile he was petrified of snakes. Dean just hoped that was true. He put the toy in his leather coat pocket and made his way up to the stable house. He unlocked one of the back doors using the key Benny had given him and made his way through the columns of stables to Castiels door. All the angels must have been sleeping still so Dean would have to be quiet.
"Hey Cas, you in there?" Dean tried to whisper but it came out sounding weird so he just knocked feeling awkward being the only one here. It was the mix of dawn and dusk and Dean didn't have really good eyesight.
Dean didn't get an answer.
"Well If you are, I'm coming in." Dean warned as he unlocked and slid the wooden door open.
If Dean had enough money he would have to move Castiel to a different stall, one with a freaking half open door so he could see in.
Dean slid the wooden door open and was surprised to see Castiels stables lights on and none other then Castiel munching on Hershey's chocolate bars, at least 3 wrappers were already ripped open and disposed on the straw/hay filled floor. The hay was for comfort... obviously not eating.
Castiel looked up at Dean first shocked looking like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but quickly composed himself and decided to play it cool by looking irritated, as if Dean was the one doing wrong here.
"Do you need something?" He asked not looking at Dean and licking the chocolate off his fingers.
"Where in Hell did you get chocolate?" Dean asked, Benny obviously wasn't around yet and the caretakers didn't feed the angels sweets or candy or crap like that cause it was unhealthy.
"Gabriel." Castiel said as he started licking the fingers on his other hand.
"Who?" Dean asked now confused.
Castiel sighed and looked at Dean and started talking slowly as if Dean were a small child.
"To answer both of your questions my uncle has the stable on the south side, we made a bet if I would drop you on our first flight, I thought no, he thought yes. If he won I had to find him a weeks worth of candy of his choice, if I won I got his weeks worth of chocolate. I simply won." Castiel concluded going back to licking every smudge of chocolate off his fingers.
"You guys made a bet on my life over...candy?" Dean asked totally shocked.
Castiel just stared at Dean.
"Thats not comforting Cas!" Dean exclaimed unable to wrap his head around what he just heard.
Castiel just starred at Dean bored as if he were waiting for Dean to do something interesting.
Dean sighed heavily.
"You know what, lets just go."
Dean put the fact that Castiel liked chocolate under his list of things to remember in his brain. It may come in handy later.
Castiel got up and followed Dean out to the race track.
Dean was taking a big leap of faith doing this but hey what the hell right? Your only gonna live once.
"Wait...But Benjamin isn't here." Castiel purposed looking worried.
"Yea, and Benny's not gonna hold our hands when it comes race time this Saturday." Dean said opening the gate so that they could enter the track.
Castiel looked around, the race track was just as bare as it had been 3 days ago when they first started flying.
Castiel made no indication of moving to go onto the track with Dean.
"Common Cas, hurry up." It was just to early to deal with the Angels shit right now.
"I don't believe it is wise to fly this early." Castiel said crossing his arms across his chest.
No way. He was gonna start pulling shit right now? At 4:00am in the morning? This Angel would never cease to amaze Dean.
"Oh...I'm sorry your right...you can go back to bed...or eating chocolate or whatever, I'll just fly myself around the track you know? Dean said stopping amd looking back at Castiel.
Castiel gasped and touched his naked chest.
"Thank goodness! You do have common sense." Castile smirked when Dean sent him a glare.
"Shut up and get your feathery ass over here will yuh?" Even Deans voice sounded tired to his own ears.
Castiel looked at Dean, smirked and shook his head and then turned back and started walking back to the stables.
Dean stood there for a good ten seconds in complete and utter shock before running after him.
"Wait! Where the Hell do you think you're going?" Dean panted as he dashed to keep up with the angel.
Castiel spoke as he walked toward the stables without looking at Dean.
"You bore me, though your stupidity is hilarious, I am tired now and I'm going to retire." Castiel said simply as If Dean should already know this.
Dean couldn't believe this. This Angel actually thought he was the boss here, walking away from Dean as if he were a king and Dean was just a lowly commoner not worthy of his presence. Well it was time for Dean to get a little payback for the little flying lesson they had the other day. Dean would remind Castiel later that the angel was the one that drew first blood (hey payback was a bitch).
Dean took the toy from his leather pocket and held it in his hands, which he realized were shaking.
Dean guessed it was the adrenaline in what he was about to do, over an astma attack.
He threw the snake near Castiels feet who wasn't far away, the impact of the toy hitting the ground caused it to let out a hiss that sounded real to even Deans ears.
"SNAKE!" He heard Castiel cry out in horror.
Just the sound of his voice made Deans heart jump to his throat.
But when Castiel dropped to the ground and curled in on himself, his shaking wings covering his thin body...
Dean then realized the immensity of what he had just done.