Chapter 6
The most difficult thing in any negotiation, almost, is making sure that you strip it of the emotion and deal with the facts. And there was a considerable challenge to that here and understandably so.
(Howard Baker)
„Yeah? You think so?" he breathed into her ear, lids half way closed, a scent of roses and exotic fruits crawling up into his nose like the enchanting voice of a siren of greek mythology, „Well, maybe we could…"
A clearing throat interrupted the quiet, lusty chirr of a hunter on the stalk for a new victim. Dean turned his face annoyed to the opposite direction and knitted his brows to a deep crack of disapproval.
„What?" he snorted, strongly caught inside the cold blue eyes of his opponent.
„Dean."
„Go somewhere else, ok Cas?" he pled „We're gonna see us tomorrow then"
„Dean." Castiel started anew „Shouldn't we do"
„What I should do is standing in front of me. I need a little distraction right now, I earned that, don't you think?"
Castiel didn't really know what he meant by that, and didn't understand the concept of earning. And a sneaking feeling of unwellness crept underneath his skin like a parasite. Not able to shake off and fed by confusion. He had had enough. Day by day.
And if I could predict and knew all the secrets and all the gnosis and had all belief, so that I was able to move mountains, and didn't have love, so I would be nothing.
„Look Cas" he heard the one speak, who seemed to challenge him and shower his every cell of his human body so much with exhaustion, that he almost wasn't able to carry it all, „I don't know what your face is trying to say, but if you want or not, I need myself some candy now and I'm gonna enjoy it. Maybe your should try that yourself"
A malicious grin formed Dean's gaze. His tongue wetted his lips swollen by anticipation and Cas didn't come around averting his eyes. Dean was acting like a child and Castiel felt responsible of looking out for him, even when he was hardly noticed, as Dean's attention was back on the lady besides them.
An excited tickle built inside his body. Dean could barely await to get what he wanted. He earned a reward. He was a good hunter. He had closed a case, he had left Sam alone and not forced him to come back. He had tolerated Castiel and included him, against all will. He earned escape. Freedom from this situation, hanging above their heads like a dark cloud that threatened to wet everything. Freedom from Castiel. Just for the moment he wanted to try to get away from all this and leave everyone behind. A sprint towards the starting point, which was hard to reach, but never out of sight.
And Castiel saw it. And saw allowance for it. Negotiation only works with two players. Even when he was the loser, at least he was part of the game. Silently he disappeared through the door. Negotiation was over. Wordlessly both parties went their ways, agreed to disagree.