AN: It might be slow going today, I have pies to bake... (no joke)
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Dean decides to bolt down the stairs, forgoing the elevator in the hope of heading Cas off at the pass. He wasn't sure what it was, but something in his gut told him that the theft was Castiel. Again he didn't know what kind of head start the other man had on him. There was no telling what he was planning on doing, or going for that matter. Dean just had to stop him, he wished he could have seen what the note had said in order to better gage what was going down.
Since Crowley's absence and Cas's 'career' change there was no telling where the new hide out was. When he got to the fourth floor he cautiously looked around for his boyfriend, but found only personal and security. Quickly he ducked back to the stairwell taking them two at a time, and rushing out of the hospital to search for Cas.
He figured the best thing to do was hop in the car and check the place he might be, before going to the cops. Dean wasn't joking when he told Cas he was going to do it, the only reason he didn't do last time was because he knew that would have caused Cas a world of trouble due to his associations with Crowley at the time. Now though, it was the right thing to do. He went to the parking lot striding to where he knew he had parked the Impala and found an empty space, which wasn't good; he searched frantically for his keys in his pockets and turned up nothing.
"Son of a bitch," he breathed, shaking his head.
Cas had taken his baby and if there was one scratch on her he'd kill the man himself. The lack of vehicle was a huge miscalculation and it was damn cold out. Dean paced the parking lot, trying to figure his next move. He knew he wanted to go to the cops, but that was all the way across town. The only option he could think of was one that he really didn't want to utilize; if he could he would have kept all of this under the rug. Apparently he was growing up because he knew the right thing to do was to ask for help, even though it was hard; the well being of the man he loved was in the balance.
Dean pulled out his phone breathing in to steady himself as he hit his 2nd speed dial. He shuffled from foot to foot as he listened to the ringing, a part of him wishing no one answered which was a foolish hope.
"Hello?" Mary's sweet voice answered.
"Mom."
"Oh Dean, thank God," she sighs, "Is everything all right? Is Castiel with you?"
"That's kind of why I'm calling," he hedges, "There's some stuff you don't know and I'd give anything not to have to tell you," he blinks back the moisture accumulating in his eyes.
"Sweetie, what's wrong, where's Castiel?" She asks gravely with concern.
"I don't know mom," he admits, "His brother was shot cuz they thought it was him and we should go to the police, but he took the car and…" he rambles.
"Calm down, Dean." Mary instructs him, "Now, Gabriel was shot?" she asks trying to understand what's going on.
"No it was his twin, mom... there's bad men after him, I just..."
"Where are you, hunny?"
"At the hospital, Cas gave me the slip after he visited his brother... Which is more than that kid deserves."
"But you're ok?" She worries.
"Ya I'm fine mom," Dean appeases her, "I just gotta help Cas."
"All right, stay where you are," Mary orders, "I'm on my way and we'll sort this out!"
"Thanks, mom," he states quietly as they hang up.
Dean nervously waits the longest ten minutes of his life before he sees his mom pull up into the parking lot. He quickly jumps into the car, so they can go straight to the cops.
"I'm glad you called," Mary tells him, "Now spill."
"Cas," Dean sighs, not wanting to rat him out, but there was no way around it. "He used to deal in school."
"Drugs?"
"Ya, but after the thing with Sammy and everything last summer he quit."
"I see," Mary nods piecing together how that fit in with the information Castiel actually told her.
"He um…" Dean blinks again at the weight of the next admission, even though it wasn't really his to tell. "He also used, but he's been clean for about 5 months now when he went to the shrink."
"Dr. Visyak," Mary corrects, looking like she's on the verge of tears as well when she hears this new information, "I take it this incident is causing him distress," she rationalizes politely.
Dean nods not able to look at his mom, "He's," he clears his throat, "He's in bad shape." There's a pregnant pause before he continues, "I don't even know who to call anymore."
"You're doing the right thing, Dean," She assures him placing her hand on his knee. "The police will sort this out."
"He won't get in trouble, right?" He worries, looking at his mom. Dean feels small right now, the uncertainty of the situation and the fact that he had to call his mom for help just now hitting him. He feels like he's ten again, which is ridiculous.
"No sweetie," Mary placates him, because she honestly had no idea, "If whoever's behind this is really as bad as you say, they will be happy to have any information they can."
"Ya," he nods, only feeling marginally comforted, "Thanks for helping, it's been hard," Dean admits.
"You always seem to do things the hard way," She shakes her head, "You didn't have to do this all alone, sweetheart." Mary eyes him sadly, "I know it was Castiel's problem, but…." She sighs heavily.
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