"So, Pittsburgh? This is where you will be?" asked Cas.
"You listening to anything I'm saying?" Dean snapped in return.
"My apologize."
Dean cleared his little throat and looked out the window once more. "Apologies," he said.
"What?"
"You said 'my apologize.' It's apologies."
"Oh. Thank you, Dean."
"Yeah, whatever. Don't get used to it."
Cas shifted uncomfortably in his oversized seat. "Dean? You seem very…hostile. Is that the word?"
"I guess," Dean muttered.
"I think I should find a new seat," Cas said. He began to get up, but Dean reached out and grabbed his thin arm.
"No," Dean said. "You can stay here."
Cas stopped and immediately sat back down. His back was straight and his lips curved into a smile. "Thank you, Dean."
"On the road again," Dean sings, happily thumping his palm on the steering wheel of his Impala. "Just can't wait to get on the road again."
"I'm glad you're happy," says Cas. He has his hands folded neatly in his lap as they drive down the highway. It's only a two hour drive to Columbus, so things could be worse.
"Wish you'd cheer up," Dean sighs. He occasionally peers over at his partner, every time to see him just looking out of the window. "Cas…"
"Yes?"
"What's wrong, babe?"
"Nothing," says Cas.
"That ain't nothing, Cas. I read you better than that. What's the problem? You've been weird lately."
"It's just," Cas talks stiffly. He thins his lips and readjusts himself in his seat. Dean waits. "I'm just apprehensive. I'm not sure why."
"Anyway I can help?"
"Oh, Dean," Cas sighs. He looks over at Dean and smiles very sadly. "You have done so much for me. How can I possibly ask for more?"
"Ahh you're too flattering," Dean huffs. He does his best to dismiss it all and keeps his focus on the road.
They drive and drive until the city approaches. Although the jeweler's they plan to rob is far downtown, they pick out a hotel closer to the suburbs. It's a pretty classy joint since they can use the money from the last job to cover it, and Cas thinks staying in a crappy place is more suspicious. They leave Dean's car in a nearby parking lot then walk a few blocks to a rental car place.
Dean uses a fake ID and cash to get an inconspicuous tan sedan. Cas stands beside him, hiding beneath the silly wig and staying quiet the entire time.
"Alright, here you go sir," the clerk behind the counter says, handing Dean the keys.
"Thanks," Dean says as he takes them. "We'll drop it off later this evening."
"Thank you. Have a nice day, Mr. Hoelscher."
"Right, right. C'mon…Blake." Dean looks at Cas and tips his chin for them to leave. Once outside and heading towards the rental car, Cas giggles a bit and smiles at Dean.
"John and Blake has a pleasant ring to it, don't you think?"
"I guess," Dean says. They get into the rental car together and head off in search of the hotel.
"Is there any chance we could have a nice dinner?" Cas asks. "In a nice restaurant. We have the funds for it."
"I dunno babe, that's a lot of interaction with locals."
Cas sighs. "Puppy? Please? I grow so weary of take-out."
"We'll see, okay? We'll see."
"Mmm…"
The rental car heads down the highway and turns off into the entrance of a hotel. They park in the back and head inside.
"Room for the night," Dean says to the person at the counter. "Two singles."
Cas makes a small noise of protest but holds his emotions back. Dean exchanges money for the plastic key cards and they're off to their room for the next few hours.
Dean opens up the door and lets Cas go ahead of him. Blue eyes steps inside and drops his briefcase near the bathroom. He looks upset.
"What? What now?" Dean asks gruffly.
"Two singles?" Cas asks, an angry expression growing on his face. Dean walks by him and goes to the beds.
"Babe, I'm sorry. They can't think we're a couple. That's suspicious as shit."
"Oh, you're right," Cas sighs, slumping his shoulders. "But perhaps we can have that nice dinner?"
"Damn, are you ever satisfied?" Dean grumps. This remark doesn't go over well with Cas and he stomps over to Dean with his arms folded.
"I am easily satisfied!" he snaps aggressively. "I am doing so much for you and I just want to have a nice dinner!"
"Calm your tits," Deans says. He tries his best to diffuse any argument that is brewing. "We'll get dinner in the restaurant here."
A smile comes back to Cas' face at last. It sparkles. He sparkles. "Thank you, puppy," he says.
Dean hugs his partner and holds him close. Cas clings to Dean's back and sighs with happiness, then Dean touches the wig-clad head and says, "And after dinner I can fuck you."
"Do we have time for that?" Cas asks.
"Uhhh, when's the target place close?"
"7."
"Yeah sure, we've got time for a quickie. But that wig is coming off."
"I'm not taking it off until we leave the hotel. I won't be seen inside this building without it."
Dean groans. "Okay, okay. How about we fuck after the job?"
"Oh, Dean. We have to leave immediately. Perhaps there just isn't time for sex?"
"Eh," Dean stutters. "We'll make time."
Cas lets go of his lover and stares at him. "Please don't grow sloppy on this job because you are daydreaming about my ass."
"I won't, I won't! Damn it, Cas. Stop worrying about me slipping up. Last time was a freak accident, okay?"
"Well…okay."
Dinner goes as Dean has promised. Still playing as John and Blake, they head down to the hotel's restaurant and grab a table in the back. They are both very nervous of course, as is normal for every pre-job meal. Two decades of this and their stomachs still turn before they set to work. It's nice to have real food in a real restaurant, though.
Cas smiles at Dean over a sautéed chicken breast. Brown eyed, long haired and dressed in a nice suit, he eats delicately and pretends their life is somewhat normal. What is normal, though? Cas never really knew what that felt like.
"Is it good?" he asks.
"Yeah, not bad," Dean answers, chewing a big bite of steak in the side of his mouth. "This was a good idea."
"Mhmm, that is why I suggested it."
"I should listen to you more. I mean, you are the brains of the operation, right?"
Cas smiles bashfully and keeps eating. "I am still worried about tonight."
"It's fine, it's fine. It's all gonna be fine. Try to focus on your dinner and we'll be heading out soon."
"Right," says Cas.
They focus on their dinner and head out soon. Dean leaves a fat tip and they're on their way. This is when the true nervousness starts.
Now every move is critical. They review the plans that Cas hashed out in his notes and prepare for the next step. First, everything at all related to the plan is stashed in the briefcase, leaving the hotel room with nothing but their clothes. Still incognito, Dean and Cas leave the building a little before 7 and drive downtown in the rental car. It's not until they are in a parking lot behind the jewelry store that they can calm down for a bit and swiftly suit up for the burglary.
"I will set off the device in the parking lot," Cas says, holding a small contraption in his hands. It's a noise maker and creates smoke which should be enough to grab the attention of the people closing up the jewelry store. "And while I do this, you will take entry through the backdoor and find the air ducts as I have shown you on the blueprints."
"Goin' in through the back door, I can do that," Dean agrees with a pervy smile. "And you think it's just gonna be open?"
"I know it will. Follow me."
The wig comes off and is replaced with a large-brimmed hat. He puts on a trench coat and pulls the collar up around his face. Dean pulls a ski mask down over his entire face and swaps his suit jacket for a black hoodie. They carefully shift through a row of bushes dividing the two parking lots and peer at the back of the building. The jewelry store is right in front of them.
"There are two people on staff currently," Cas explains in a low whisper. "A security guard keeping watch out front and the closing clerk in the back. The one in the back will be using that door. Right there. The one you will go into. Upon hearing the device I expect them to come out first. That is when you go. I will then pursue the guard in front. You can rely on me to get the store empty."
"Great, alright. We ready, then?"
"Yes. I will arm the device now."
"Kiss for luck?" Dean asks.
"Always." Cas smiles and leans in for a quick smooch. "Good luck, puppy," he whispers.
"Good luck, princess."
Cas leaves the bushes and pulls a small tab on the contraption in his hands. It starts to tick and he tosses it across the pavement, underneath the only car back there which hopefully belongs to the clerk.. Immediately after throwing it, he darts to another side of the lot, still in the bushes, but closer to the front of the store now.
There's a great crackle, hiss and finally a BOOM released from the device and smoke quickly pours out from it. It continues to crackle and hiss, and shortly thereafter the backdoor opens and a thin, older man comes out. He peers curiously and as soon as he sees and hears the device beneath his car he begins to shout. He runs out and crouches to look underneath it. Dean sees Cas' hand just barely poke out of the far side of the bushes, signaling for him to go.
The clerk is covered in smoke and going ballistic which gives Dean an easy cover to sneak in. He slides gloves over his hands and tiptoes quickly around the area and to the backdoor. It opens without hesitation and he is inside.
It would be possible to cut through the backdoor and head straight to the front, but chances are the security guard is still there, so Dean turns to his left and ascends a ladder there, tucked in the back. That leads to a bunch of lighting and a panel which is of course a way into the air ducts. Without hesitation, he pulls out the latch from the panel and slides himself into the narrow passage. It's freezing in there as he uses his arms to crawl through the ducts. He's afraid that his heavy body moving through the metal tunnel is causing too much noise so he has no choice but to travel very slowly.
When Dean makes it to another panel, this one is lined with rows of thin slits to let the air escape, he puts his face against it and looks through. It's the front of the store and it appears that Cas has somehow been successful in getting the security guard away from there. Since he's in the clear, Dean pushes out that panel and jumps down into the store. Cas told him there would be a basic alarm system and Dean is at least smart enough to know how to shut them off. It's just a box on the wall and he pops it off and cuts a few wires to disable it, thus giving him the freedom to move about and open the cases.
Cas really wasn't kidding when he said they'd have little security; no cameras and no locks on the jewelry cases. Dean feels like a kid in a candy shop, sliding open the cabinets and tossing every last bit of glint and shimmer into his swag back.
It doesn't take very long at all and Dean is out of there. He slides back into the air duct and takes it to the back door. The coast is still clear so he just goes out the door and returns to the bushes. The clerk's car is still there but where did he go?
Dean waits there for a few minutes when suddenly Cas is right next to him.
"Was it successful?" Cas asks. Dean jumps just a bit.
"Yeah, fine. Where are they?"
"Preoccupied but only for so long. We must leave immediately."
"Right."
All of the clothes they wore go into a paper bag and they get back into the disguises from before. Cas tucks into his wig and they settle into those suits once more. The loot is placed inside a backpack, and Cas stuffs all documents relevant to the job inside the paper bag as well.
As they head back to the rental car store, they see several police cars with sirens on rushing in the direction they came from.
"There ya go," Dean says with a shit eating grin. "Perfect timing."
"I suppose it is," Cas agrees.
They pull into the lot and drop the keys to the rental car in the night box, then take their paper bag down a few blocks to where the Impala is still parked.
"There she is," Dean says. He goes to the wheel well and pops off a little lockbox, where he punches in a code and takes out the car keys. Then he opens the trunk. "Cas, do your stuff."
"Of course," Cas agrees. He reaches inside the trunk and pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid, which he dumps over the paper bag and immediately sets on fire. With a sweet smile, Cas turns to Dean and says. "Done."
"Let's haul ass," Dean announces and they jump into the car. It starts up with a roar and they are on their way.
A little over two hours later, Dean pulls into the parking garage of an apartment building. They lock up the Impala and walk off into the forest behind the complex. That is where their hideout is. Between many trees there is the foundation of what used to be a house, now just a hollowed out basement in the ground like a crater. A tree has fallen across it and behind the tree is a door. Now that door takes a key code and it opens up into a long hallway. At the end of the hall is a door that needs two keys and no codes. Within that door is their hideout. It's been leeching utilizes off of the apartment complex for years, unnoticed by anybody.
"Let's see what we got," Dean says, coming inside their "home" with the bag of goodies happily swinging in his hands. He disarms their makeshift security system (the second row of tiles in front of the door which, if not switched off by the panel on the wall upon entering, will trigger a series of knockout gasses) and goes back to the bedroom. "Drinks, Cas."
"Of course," Cas says with a nod. He branches off to their liquor cabinet and makes Dean a cocktail. He pours himself a glass of wine and takes them both into the bedroom to meet with Dean.
The contents of their raid are spread all over the floor and Dean sits before it like a child with his Halloween haul. Well, a child smoking a cigarette who acquired the candy illegally and plans to profit off it. The overhead light is shining brightly on the jewelry, making it all shine beautifully.
"I like this," says Cas. He plops on the floor across from his lover and hands him his cocktail.
"Thanks, babe," Dean acknowledges and takes the drink. He taps his cigarette into an ashtray that he brought to the floor with him then takes a sip of the cocktail. "Not bad."
"Thank you, Dean."
"I'm just happy to see that wig off ya," Dean says with a grin.
"And I am happy to see the moustache gone."
"Aww, you didn't like my stache?"
"Sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay," Dean says with a chuckle. He props his smoke in the side of his mouth and starts to touch over a few pieces of jewelry. "Wanna keep some of it?"
"Why?"
"It might look pretty on you."
"I'm not a big fan of this sort of style, you know."
"How about this?" Dean asks, holding out a piece in his hand. Cas takes it and looks it over carefully. It's a diamond tennis bracelet.
"When would I wear this?"
"Around the house I guess?"
"It's a bit silly, isn't it?"
"Oh, and a wedding ring isn't? Come on, Cas. You're the one bitching about this sorta crap."
"A ring is different than a bracelet."
Dean groans real loud, snuffing the cigarette out. "Okay, how about this…" He gets up and walks around the pile of jewelry to where Cas is sitting. Using both hands, he pulls Cas up from the floor and onto his feet, where Dean gets right up into his face. He speaks in a seductive whisper. "You're gonna keep the bracelet, and you're gonna wear it when I fuck you."
"Oh," Cas says, delighted. "I like that."
"Thought so." Dean's voice falls into such a low whisper that it is barely more than a moan. He leans to Cas' ear and says, "So put it on."
Cas obliges instantly and clicks the bracelet over his wrist. He looks at it and watches it sparkle in the artificial light. "It is pretty," he remarks.
"Mmhmm," Dean hums. He reaches to the wall and turns the light off so that the entire room falls pitch black. "Don't move."
Cas stands perfectly still as Dean takes his lighter out of his pocket and ignites a few candles on one of their dressers. Now there's just a bit of flickering light in the room; enough to see a way to the bed. They both climb on top and begin to undress, and once they're naked, Dean topples over Cas and pins him down to the bed.
"Fucking you after a job is always best," Dean says. Cas stares up at him with hungry eyes, his hands climbing all over Dean's chest. The pull together and kiss intensely, relieving the stress from today's work.
Cas whimpers against the lips as Dean's hands work over his body. He releases Cas from the kiss and put his face down into the crook of his neck. There, he bites Cas forcibly and the darker haired man yells out loudly. His legs wind around Dean's waist and pull at him, desperate for entry.
"You need to be fucked?" Dean whispers.
"Yes!" Cas moans.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes!"
A sinister smirk grows on Dean's face and he sits up momentarily, just enough to really hook Cas' legs around his waist and of course snatch their handy jar of lube from the nightstand. He slathers up his dick and pokes it against Cas' crack.
"Mmm, Dean, just fuck me," Cas moans. His head rolls back on his shoulders with his eyes so narrow they can barely look out of them. Dean bites his lower lip and begins to slide inside, immediately causing Cas to thrash and buck his waist. He moans out wildly as Dean pushes deeper and deeper inside, stretching the familiar hole with a familiar sensation.
Once the entirety of his cock makes it inside, Dean starts to grind his hips against Cas' ass. They both groan and grunt as the love making grows hotter and hotter. Sweat drips from their firm bodies with each thrust.
Then Dean humps harder. He gets more aggressive and begins to slam Cas hard into the mattress. Both of his hands grab Cas' wrists and hold them high above his head, pinning them to the pillow so Cas just struggles. He wriggles his body desperately but Dean holds his wrists down hard, thumbing over the bracelet with brief glimpses of thoughtfulness. The humping continues and the play fighting grows wilder. Cas' face turns bright red and his moans fill the room; lush, horny, uninhibited moans of toxic desire.
Dean's cock delivers pounding after pounding of raw, rough fucking. His huffy breaths get deeper and heavier as his orgasm approaches. Cas keeps writhing like a freshly caught fish, squeezing his thighs together and crunching Dean's body with his calves.
"Dean! D-Dean!"
"Oh, fucking shit, Cas! Fu—cking-shiiit!"
All at once Dean releases the wrists from his hold and claps one hand to Cas' shoulder, the other to his cock. He grabs and squeezes the dick hard, sensing Cas' orgasm to be close to his. Then he leans them together and kisses his partner hotly. Cas' hands shakily reach up to Dean's head and touches his soft, short hair with desperation. They grind, thrust, meld and shake as both of their climaxes engulf them. Cas shoots a thin rope of cum from his dick while Dean pumps him full of his own seed. The high is reached and they start to descend, panting, moaning, sighing and even crying a bit ("It just happens," Cas always says). Dean wraps his arms around Cas and pulls their sticky bodies together, kisses him a few more times and whispers, "I love you" into his ear before passing out.