January 18, 2007
When the phone rang for the fourth time Dean relented and picked up the unknown caller. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Beretta?" A man's voice replied.
"Whatever it is you're selling, I'm not interested." Dean muttered, about to hang up.
"Sir, this is Detective Lucas White with the SGPD. I'm calling to inform you that we have apprehended the individual who was responsible for your…" He paused, "…visit in December."
Dean was suddenly numb as he continued listening, "We found a match to the DNA you provided and were able to apprehend a man who matched. We're currently in the process of arranging a hearing for him, and once the trial date is set there will be more work involved on your part. For now I wanted to call to update you on the situation. When more is required of you we will be contacting you. I am sorry for the situation that led to this, and I hope you are doing well."
"Thanks…" Dean said, blankly staring ahead.
"Have a good day, sir." The detective hung up as Dean continued to clutch the phone. Castiel entered the room shortly afterward and noticed Dean.
Given his posture and expression he is not acting as he normally does. Perhaps he has experienced something recently that led to this appearance. "Dean, is everything alright? You appear distressed?"
Dean swallowed before he blinked and turned toward Cas, "They caught him."
"Caught who?" Castiel tilted his head slightly.
"The guy who…" Dean coughed, clearly unwilling to vocalize bluntly what had occurred.
Castiel's eyes suddenly glowed brightly, "Where is he?"
"At the police department where Jess' parents live…" Dean stated. Before he could finish Castiel had disappeared.
**SPN**
Seven minutes later the angel returned, appearing extremely tense. His arms were at his sides, his fists clenched as he breathed deeply, his chest slowly rising as he practically vibrated as he stood in place. He appeared somewhat disheveled, his shirt loose and his hair misplaced from his standard neat appearance.
Dean looked hesitantly at the angel, having an idea of what may have occurred, but clearly intimidated by Cas-who looked like he still might smite anyone who got too close. "Cas… what's going on? Where'd you go for a few minutes there?"
The fire in his eyes dimmed as Castiel calmed himself, "To borrow a phrase from your action movie star Mr. Samuel L. Jackson, I 'beat the ever-loving shit out of that motherfucker'." He rolled his neck, and Dean swore if he could see them Cas was probably stretching his wings to try to adjust back to normal.
"You blinked to the police station and beat the shit out of the guy who did that to me?"
"No. I went to the police station and took the man with me, then I proceeded to accost him for what he had done. I nearly smited him, but my brethren told me to stop and return him. His disappearance would be noticed and may expose us to 'mere mortals'." Castiel stated, almost sounding bitter at the last part. Dean was surprised, he figured that Cas would always listen to heaven-given how he'd acted in the past.
"Thank you." Dean hugged Cas, stopping the involuntary trembling.
"You are welcome. No one deserves to live freely after committing so heinous an act. I had figured my brothers would agree, but I was mistaken."
"He won't be living freely. He's going to rot somewhere for quite some time." Dean remarked. He smiled as he looked in Cas' eyes-thankfully much cooler now than the blazing energy they'd held a few moments earlier, "Since when do you curse?"
"I suppose it is a bad habit I acquired watching television. Perhaps I should stop doing so…"
"No!" Dean corrected himself, "I mean, I don't mind, and besides it makes you sound more 'normal'."
The angel smiled, "Well, in that case, I may continue to do so, ass."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Maybe work on that…"
