Dean waited in line at the pawnshop, completely impatient. He wanted to sell this shit and soon. He had taken around a week to scavenge every possible thing of value he could get rid of, and today was the day that he sold it all. It probably wouldn't be enough to get all the way to his goal for Artemisinin, but he had other ways of attaining the rest of the money. As of right now, he had exactly 1,192 dollars in his pocket, not to mention the amount of quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies he had found on the ground and around his house.
Much to Castiel's pleasure, he hadn't stolen anything or mugged anyone, although he was planning on it if all else failed.
The line moved forward a step, and he almost groaned out loud as he spotted plenty of space in front of them, and yet the person in front of him refused to move forward yet.
There's at least 3 feet of space there! Move your ass before I do! He shouted in his mind.
The bag seemed to get heavier every minute he waited, as finally he was at the front of the line, waiting for the person in front of him to pick up their bags and go.
As soon as they left, he shot a dirty glance their way and was disappointed to see that they hadn't seen.
He crossed to the counter, placing the trash bag full of things into the counter. "Looking to sell." Dean said, not sure how to state that he wanted to get rid of it all for money.
The pawn man nodded, pulling things out of the bag, writing something down each time that he examined one of the items.
Dean leaned over just a fraction to see that the man was writing out possible values for the items, and the total would be how much he paid.
The man looked up. "For the lot, around 500 dollars. Lot of stuff in here, eh?"
Dean nodded, not really paying attention until he said 500. "F-five hundred? Are you sure that stuffs really worth it?"
The man looked confused for a second. "Eh? Sorry, but were you..."
"No, I wasn't complaining. I was just... Never mind. I'll sell." The man nodded, opening up the register and counting out the agreed upon amount.
"Why do you need all the cash?" He asked casually, trying to pick up a conversation.
Dean was hesitant, not wanting to sound that broken about it.
"My boyfriend is in the hospital with malaria." He said, and he tried to hide his sadness and replace it with bravery. "But he'll be fine."
"Malaria, eh? Sorry. Must be hard. Is this for medicine?" The man asked as he handed Dean the crumpled paper.
Dean nodded, and he felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought about the time he had left. 1, 692 dollars and counting.. He only had until tomorrow to get the money to the doctor, just like Cas said. If he didn't get it in by then, there wouldn't be enough time to get the drug into Castiel's system. Even if he turned it in a second after midnight, especially due to the mass amount of preparation and such that would take twenty four hours on its own.
Dean exited the shop, nodding to the pawn man. He climbed into his impala, cold again without the usual company of Sam and Cas inside.
He didn't listen to music, a rare occurrence for him, but he'd rater focus on getting his ass quickly to his next stop.
Lucifer. Although he cringed at the thought, Joey needed help. He had promised to pay the rest of Castiel's medical bills if he did this weird job. Why did Lucifer need help on this sort of thing? Why was he concerned about it, anyways?
A few miles off of the main road, Dean pulled into a truck stop, where he'd promised to meet Dean.
As soon as he pulled up, Lucifer was stepping out of the cover of a gas station. "Dean!" He called, acting as if they were good friends. "You got my voice mail, right?" He said in a low voice.
"Yeah, you needed help with dating?"
Lucifer smiled knowingly, shrugging. "Actually it's more of getting a crazy obsessed bitch off my back. You'll see." He went to sit in the passenger seat, but Dean locked the door before he could.
Lucifer rolled his eyes, climbing into the back seat on the left side of the impala.
"Watch the door." He told him, and Dean's eyes traveled to the glass automatic door system at the front of the gas station stop.
The door slid open, a girl with blonde hair stepping out. Dean didn't know why, but he hated the girl almost immediately.
The girl looked around as if she had lost someone, then went to look into each car in turn, then coming across the '67.
She smiled brightly when she saw Lucifer inside. "Joey!" She said, all smiles, but Dean sensed a cruelty about her. She was knocking on the window, a toothy and seemingly innocent look on her face.
Something was off. She had a certain look about her, as if she was innocent and kind, yet she also looked like she would laugh at someone else's pain. Maybe it was her eyes, the dark and wicked topaz ones that scanned Dean through the open driver's window.
"Hello. I'm Lilith." She said, smiling and holding out a hand.
Dean rolled up his window.
"Who is this chick?" He asked Lucifer as she persistently tapped on the window closest to Joey.
"I don't know. She acts like we're all buddy-buddy. She's trying to be a little annoying bitch and get on my good side." He bet, watching her knock on the window and peer in. Dean doubted that Lucifer even had a good side.
"So you want me... To get rid of her?"
Lucifer laughed. "Don't kill her. That'll be my pleasure." He joked. "I need you to stage something that makes me look like a total bad-ass. Something to scare the little shit."
Dean considered. "I've got a thousand six hundred ninety two. Do you have payment?"
Something hit the passenger seat and Dean leafed through it as slowly as possible, torturing him, while Lilith tugged on the locked door, as if confused as to why Lucifer was ignoring her.
"Dean." He warned, and he watched the green eyed boy carefully as Dean unlocked the front door, stepping out.
"Hey." Dean called, and Lilith turned to smile at him sweetly, though there was a certain... Menace... Behind her eyes, hidden with an innocent face.
"Hi, what's your name?" She asked, almost too happily.
"Don't have one." He said sarcastically, his dislike still strong for her. She frowned for a moment.
"Do you know Lucifer?" She asked, and Dean decided to ignore her question.
"Joey thinks you're trying to get on his 'good side'" Dean used air quotes to say the last part.
Lilith looked sarcastically towards Dean. "You look like someone who'd be Joey's bitch." She laughed, and Dean heard that sort of cackle in a person who seemed good, but turned out to be the villain at the end of a movie or video game.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Why don't you ask him where he got that black eye?" Dean raised his hand a bit, to reveal that it was he. "And his crooked nose? I knocked it out of place when he was being a dick at a club."
Lilith looked down at Lucifer. "Pathetic." She muttered, and then turned to Dean with a smile again. "So, I'm guessing that you could take on Joey in a fight?"
"I beat his ass already. He hurt Cas, and I hurt him." He felt annoyed by her now, as if only a give minute period with her would be the end of it.
"Do you like to beat people?" She asked, intrigued. "Who's Cas?"
"Not unless I have to." Dean responded. "Cas is... A friend..."
"Oh." Lilith said, seemingly disappointed. "Well I have to go now... Goodbye, Dean." She turned towards the car window, where Lucifer was examining his fingernails. "Goodbye, Lucifer."
Dean didn't ever remember telling her his name, but he passed it off as nothing, guessing Lucifer had told her at some point.
Dean opened up the back door of the impala, jerking his thumb behind him. "Out." He said, but Joey stayed in place.
"I told you to make me look badass. Bloody yourself up and walk out stumbling and crying…" He complained, and Dean pointed outside the car again.

"Who said I didn't want to see Castiel? Wanted to make sure he's okay." He laughed, even though he seemed to be serious about wanting to go see him.
Dean's thumb moved again. "Not a chance. Move. Now." He said again, but Lucifer smiled up at him, completely relaxed and not intending to move. He even buckled up for show.
"There's something you don't know about us, Dean. I think Castiel hasn't told you yet, but..." Lucifer looked up at Dean, hoping for a good reaction out of him, and so he was quiet, building up the suspense.
"Cas wouldn't hold anything back. Whatever you're going to say, he either told me already, or it's a lie." Dean said, annoyed now. He didn't have time for this.
Joey seemed to laugh as he looked down at his hand, studying something as he smirked. "Oh, I'm sure you'll be surprised." His hand dropped back to his side as he looked up at Dean, amusement written over he face, and his arms crossed.

"Castiel is my brother."