Notes: Here's the next part! Some cute, some past, some plot, and some awesome!

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CHAPTER 2

The day had started out so well, waking up with Cas and having little to no worries in the world, only to have his heart sink as reality sets back in. Thankfully he at least had the meeting with Monty to look forward to. And even better was that Cas for once got to come along. It was like taking your…significant other to work day, and Cas was always made their little adventures so much more fun.

Like that time that Cas had started "interrogating" each and every lackey at a simple drop off. Dean practically wet his pants when Cas told him he was trying to play it "bad cop". Clearly they would have to watch less crime programs in their spare time.

Sam and Gabriel had already started to limit their televid time to only an hour a day because it was starting to "effect their brains". Gabriel was scolding Dean, saying that Castiel had an incredibly impressionable mind and before long he would start to mold his behavior after the characters in the shows they watched.

The crew also quickly grew tired of the endless amount of quotes that Dean would share like an inside joke with Cas at all the meals. It was nice to see them share something special, but it was another to drive the rest of them to madness with bad impression after bad impression.

Gabriel was starting to become concerned that Cas would start acting like one of the nurses in the medical drama that he and Dean had been avidly watching together. And Sam was starting to worry about Dean's brain melting out hit ears from the badly written episodes that Dean seemed to favor.

But Dean knew better. The only risky part to their watching too much televid was Cas sitting too close to the screen as no amount of "you're going to burn your retinas out" would pull him back. It was the only time that the two of them could forget everything and fall into another world of long lost evil twin brothers and copious amounts of amnesia to share between all characters. No risk there. Just the perfect excuse to get some alone time with Cas without the crew making gossip or hinting at other more intimate activities that could be going on.

Their shuttle touched down across a flat vista of shattered rock, a barren and lunar looking planet that wasn't actually inhabited. It was one of those terraformed planets that nobody actually started living on because it was in a poor part of the universe where it only got about 7 hours of light a day all year round.

The only thing about the planet keeping it from being a fro-zone was its immensely active inner core which released some less than pleasant smells most of the time, All and all, it was the perfect place for criminals to meet up and conduct some business in private. They just happened to arrive during the frequent night time, further blanketing them in safety under the darkness.

Around them were bustling men as they lifted, hauled, pushes and shoved crates through the deep dust, grunting in strain, but not a single complaint heard. As if Monty would allow a bunch of weaklings to work for him. Actually, Dean knew for sure that quite a few of Monty's men were actually retired Hunters from the war that he had adopted when they found themselves without a home when the Garrison won.

Dean and Sam had almost been some of Monty's party of lost boys, but at Dean's choice they declined, not wanting to stick around a bunch of old friends when the death of their father was still so raw. Luckily Monty had never taken offense, and still happily met up with the brothers whenever they were in the same quadrant.

And of course, he always greeted them with enthusiasm and joy, "Dean Winchester! You Gooey Cookie you! Come 'ere boy!"

With a shit eating grin on his face, the huge man rushed up to great the elder Winchester literally with his arms open and gripped him tight in a giant bear hug, almost lifting Dean off the ground. The man was incredibly huge, built like a gorilla and at least two inches taller than Sam. As a child Dean could remember how he would place his hand on Dean's head and his sausage fingers would drape past his nose.

He was practically beaming as he looked Dean over, then he slapped Dean playfully on the shoulder, almost making the Captain teeter over, "Damn, boy. You just get purtier every time I see you. Taking after your mama, for sure."

Monty was one of the few alive who remembered Mary, and one of the even fewer who were allowed to talk about her without getting punched by Dean.

"That's good to hear. We can't all be as ugly as you, Mont-man," Dean replied with a chuckle.

"Well, I proudly hold that position! Now, what did you need to come all the way out here for? I could have met up with you next week and we would have more time to catch up. As it is, I'm about to take off."

Nodding seriously Dean answered, "Well, things have been a little slow and we find ourselves in a bit of a rut. Thought you might have some honest smuggling for us in the way of a job."

Monty seemed to ponder over it, "It has been a real slow last few months for everyone. Seems that crime hit a standstill for whatever reason and ere'bodies too scared to make a move. Damnest thing, really." He scratched at his head ponder ing the strange phenomina.

Dean did his best to look as clueless as him, hiding the fact that he had more than an inkling of what might have slowed down the crime in the area. When a big boss goes down, all the mice scatter to their corners until they think the cat has left the building.

Trying to change the subject, Dean leaned in closer to Monty and squinted in confusion, "Monty…something's different. What did you do?"

Monty smiled proudly, "Yup! Som'thins different!"

"You look…there's something…," Monty started to stroke his chin and Dean finally got it, "The beard! You shaved off the soup-catcher!"

Again Monty beamed, "Yup!"

Dean slapped his hands together and laughed, "Oh, man! I thought you were gonna take that ugly chin-wig to the grave!"

Behind him, Cas started to emerge timidly from the shadows having heard Dean's laughter and thinking that it might be safe to come out now. Dean saw this an immediately compared it to a kitten peeking around the corner.

With a loud chortle, Monty drew Dean's attention back, "So did I, so did I. But uh…she didn't much like my whiskers…" he said shyly and Dean caught it right away this time.

"She?" Dean prodded.

"Bridget!" Monty called out abruptly before turning back to Dean, "What the hell am I thinking, I got to introduce you to the missus!"

That surprised and pleased Dean to no end, Monty was an amazing guy who deserved an amazing girl, "Oh, Monty! You've fallen from our noble bachelor ranks?!"

"Damn right! Damned good cook, damned good looking, and handy with a wrench if you know what I mean!"

Dean smiled obligingly and looked behind himself again to check in on Cas. It seemed like he emerged another foot or so, but was still half hidden in shadow, but Monty finally took notice of their shy newcomer.

"Hello there! Dean, this one of yours?" He called out cheerfully.

Dean beckoned Cas forward and gestured for him to come to his side, pulling him in close as he got there. Monty's eyes widened as he took in Dean's obvious attention to the young man.

"Dean, it seems that you have fallen as well. Who is this little angel you have at your side?"

Dean nudged Cas, silently telling him that it was okay.

Like a shy toddler peeking out from behind his protector's leg, Cas reached out his hand, "Hello, Monty. My name is Castiel."

"He and I are…an item," Dean clarified for Monty. Not feeling as awkward as he thought he would telling one of his dad's oldest friends that he was finally honestly involved with someone.

Instead of grasping Cas' hand to shake, Monty moved in for a hug that actually lifted Cas right off the sand and spun him around. It was pretty damn comical to see how Cas' eyes bugged out as he was squeezed tight by a stranger.

"Any lover of Dean is a damn treasure of a friend of mine! It just good to know that John's boy found someone special. Takes a damn special person," Monty said kindly once he had set Cas back on the ground, and a bright blush spread over Cas' whole face making Dean smile fondly. Damn straight Cas was special.

And because of his old friend's welcoming attitude, Dean felt comfortable with what he was about to say, "He is special Monty. In more ways than one…and we really need some help here. Cas is…he was hurt by the Garrison and we just really need some help."

"Garrison? Was he a Hunter too?"

Dean shook his head, but Cas beat it to him, "Not a hunter. Just a victim. Took out my bits and put in their own. It has been…most unpleasant."

Now Monty wasn't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but even he caught to odd timber in Cas' voice that right away translated as someone with a few screws loose. Luckily he was one of the most understanding criminals in the 'verse.

"You listen here, boy. You and Dean ever need a hand, all you have to do is ask, and we will provide. We may have nothing, but we have a damn lot of nothing to go around."

Dean was about to respond, but Monty's eyes lit up as he caught sight of something in the distance.

"Oh, Dean! Here she comes! I wasn't looking to get hitched, but she kinda swept me off my feet. Hey, Bridget! Over here!" He waved at a form that was behind a bunch of his men and the stacks of crates.

"She must be a rare specimen indeed, to get such a playboy like you to be bound down," Dean teased, not noticing how Cas tensed up beside him. He tried to catch a glimpse of the approaching woman, in his mind he was picturing a lovely plump woman who knew good food, and had all the warmth of love that a woman should have. As Dean said before, Monty wasn't much to look at, so it would take someone with a lot of heart to hitch it with his old friend.

Or it would take a fucking demon in disguise.

From behind the bustling men, Bela stepped out into the clearing and her eyes met Dean's. The smile she had been sporting slipped away the moment she laid gaze upon the Captain.

Not even pausing a beat, she dropped to the ground and swept her foot under one of Monty's passing men, tripping him and pulling his gun from his holster as he fell, and then pirouetted over his body and coming out of the spin with a gun locked on Dean's head, just as Dean's own gun flashed from his own holster and he pushed Cas behind him with his free arm.

They stopped in a frozen tableau of an ancient western stand-off, guns trained on the other's skull.

Monty in all his patient brilliance stood between them, nonplussed, "So, uh…you guys have met."

Yay! Plot and some more hidden plot too! Gonna make you guys pay attention! XD