Following a slamming of the front door and a series of footsteps, Cas calls out from the kitchen "Is that you?"

"Yeah of course it's me," Dean replies. He comes into the room and tosses a newspaper on the counter. "Check that out."

"Oh?"

Momentarily Cas goes away from his breakfast making and looks over the paper. It's one for Ohio that Dean picked up at a news stand. There's an article in the crime section that briefly discusses the robbery last night. "Zero leads as of this morning have left the CPD baffled. Some suggest that this may bear the mark of the infamous anonymous crime group 'the Youngstown bandits.' Named three years ago by Ohio detectives, no information on the criminals has ever been found. It has been estimated that the group may contain as little as two people, but some sources claim it may have many more. The only sign the Youngstown bandits ever leave to connect the crimes is the fact that there is no evidence."

Cas reads to himself in silence as Dean steps around the counter. He stops at the stove and stares down. "Eggs? Really?"

"What?" Cas stops reading and looks over at Dean, blinking. "I thought you enjoyed eggs."

"Yeah I do, but we had eggs yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that."

"Perhaps if you gave me a larger allowance of our loot I could afford a larger variety of groceries."

Dean hums an irritated noise and keeps walking. He leaves the kitchen and sits at the dining room table, making plenty of thumping sounds as he does so.

"Dean, please," Cas says exhaustedly. He sets the paper down and starts plating their food. "It's very difficult to keep everything under control." He takes the plates and carries them into the dining room. Dean's food goes in front of it and he stares at it with a bored face.

"It's gonna be tight until we sell these jewelry, I told you," Dean says.

"Then we must sell it," Cas nods along to himself as he begins to eat. "At least a certain fraction of it?"

"I'm waiting 'til our guy gets in," Dean reluctantly takes a bite once Cas starts.

"How long will that be?"

"Dunno. Few weeks?"

"Dean!" Cas snaps. He sighs with a worn out face and puts his fork down. "Our money is exceedingly low and we must sell these pieces before their identities are released! There is a small window of time in which it is safe to pawn stolen goods."

"What about all the cash I gave you from our last haul?"

"I've spent it."

"On what!?" Dean snaps but Cas doesn't answer, instead he goes back to eating daintily, looking away with his eyebrows raised greatly. "Cas, you answer me when I'm talking to you."

He glares at Dean just briefly before glancing at his food again. Dean slams his fork down on the table and all of the dishes rattle. "DAMN IT, CAS! YOU'RE PAYING OFF DEBT AGAIN AREN'T YOU?!"

"Possibly," Cas says, practically ignoring his partner's rage.

"I told you not to do that!" Dean argues. "They're fake personas and they got no reason to watch their credit history!"

"We have the means to pay them off, so why shouldn't we?"

"Because it doesn't matter? Fucking Christ, Cas. How can you live with yourself like this? You plot these meticulous, highly illegal schemes to rob people tens of thousands of dollars, then you fucking turn around and guilt trip over debt?"

"Everyone needs to do something right," Cas retorts softly.

With a defeated sigh, Dean leans back in his chair and takes his fork up again. There's no point arguing since Cas is pretty well set on his opinion. "Just don't bitch about having no grocery money."

"We have to sell the jewelry."

"How?" Dean asks. He starts to eat once more. Cas looks over at him and smiles.

"New personas," he says.

"Oh, boy. What didja come up with now?"

Blue eyes smirks and quietly gets up from the table. The plates are empty now so he takes them back to the kitchen and washes up briefly.

"Ba-aabe?" Dean asks from the dining room still, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "What's that brain of yours working on?"

"You will see. Come suit up."

"Really?" Dean groans. He stands stiffly in the bathroom as Cas applies layer after layer of fake hair to his jaw. "You hated the moustache and now we're going full beard?"

"The idea is brilliant," Cas says. He sticks some more hair onto the thin layer of adhesive covered Dean's face. Each clump is about an inch long and is honestly looks terrible on Dean.

"And what are you gonna do for your part?"

"Mine is easier."

"Thanks. I can always count on you." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Try not to move so much, puppy."

"Right, right."

Once the full beard is complete, Cas takes out a turban and fixes it to Dean's head.

"Seriously?!" Dean gripes. "This is the dumbest disguise ever."

"You must admit that you look barely identifiable. I would have to argue that the disguise is exceedingly clever."

Dean rolls his eyes. He looks at himself in the mirror and makes a sick face. "I look so not handsome."

"You are still very sexy beneath the headgear," Cas says with a tiny smile. "But I will wait until the beard comes off to kiss you. Sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine," Dean sighs. "So where's your get-up?"

Cas smiles wickedly and suddenly runs out of the bathroom.

"Babe! Wait!" Holding the turban to his head, Dean follows Cas' tracks carefully to his planning room. Once he gets there he suddenly bursts into laughter. "Are you shitting me?"

"No," Cas answers plainly. His voice is muffled by fabric and only his eyes can be seen through a big, black burqa.

"Now that's hilarious," says Dean. "Fucking hilarious. I guess you're going as a woman today?"

"That would be the idea," says Cas. He takes a couple thin items off of his desk and hands them to Dean. "IDs for these outfits, in case we must."

"Cool, alright. Then let's do it."

Dressed in their seriously different and somewhat amusing disguises, the couple leaves their hideout and heads downtown on a bus to a pawnshop they have never been to before. It feels awkward at first, but once they get the feel for their characters it's increasingly easier.

"I would like to pawn these items," Dean tells the cashier, faking an Indian accent.

"Yeah, okay," the guy answers them. He's heavyset, middle aged and truly wears an "I don't give a flying fuck" on his face. He snaps gum in the side of his mouth and starts to look through the loot. They haven't brought all of it.

Dean clears his throat then asks, "About how much do you think?"

"Ehh, ahh, I'm thinking around $46k. This is some legit stuff."

"Excellent," Dean says. He looks over at the cloaked Cas and smiles thinly. Cas winks and the cashier catches a glimpse of their interaction.

"She's got some pretty eyes, huh?" he asks.

"Yes," Dean says, still forcing the accent alright. "They are very unusual."

"Your wife?"

"My sister."

"Really?" the cashier asks, raising an eyebrow. He starts to fill out some tickets but looks at Cas a few more times. On the outside he smiles with his eyes, but beneath the burqa he feels like crying. Or screaming. Or some mix of the two.

Then finally the transaction is done and they're good to go. The cashier hands Dean and check and thanks him, but Dean just looks at the paper and scoffs.

Once they leave the pawnshop, Dean leans close to Cas and says, "This is why I hate pawnshops."

"Just use that bank account," Cas snaps. His voice is unusually bitter.

"What's your problem?"

"Later," Cas hisses. "First we go to the bank."

With a disgruntled sigh, Dean and Cas aka Mahmoud and Nafisa, go over to a bank and use that one account they set up a while ago. He hates this more than anything, but Dean has to deposit the check, wait for it to clear then come back the next day or so to withdraw the cash.

"But that's the end of this account," Dean says.

"I understand," Cas answers.

He avoids eye contact on the entire ride home, and once they get inside Cas storms off to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Fuck," Dean huffs. "Cas, come on. The hell's your problem?"

From inside the room, Dean can hear Cas walking around angrily. "You, Dean. You!"

"What did I do?" he pulls off the turban and begins plucking the fake hair from his jawline. It's pretty painful. Cas doesn't answer for a while and Dean just stands there.

Then finally the door opens up and Cas sticks his head out. He's still wearing the burqa. "Why did you say I was your sister?!" he hisses.

"Really? That's what this is about?" Dean asks in surprise. "New low for you, babe."

Cas glares with ice cold eyes. "Why couldn't I be your wife?"

"I dunno, it just sounded better at the time. I wasn't thinking."

"I would expect your impulse to lean towards wife, not sister."

Deans sighs reluctantly, pulling the last bit of hair off and says, "I'm sorry, Cas." Cas folds his arms and steps back into room, allowing Dean inside. He walks in the closes the door behind him. "Will you take that stupid thing off now?"

"Fine," Cas says. He shifts in the fabric then manages to pull it over his head, exposing very little underneath. Dean's eye widen.

"Are you uh,…"

"What?"

"You getting into full character there, babe?" Dean asks, blushing. Apparently Cas has been wearing lacy black panties under the outfit this whole time.

"It helps me focus, yes," Cas talks very casually as the burqa is folded it up and stowed away in one of his many dressers. Dean watches his partner's ass moving the entire time. Cas looks over his shoulder and smiles at Dean. "You like them?"

"Ain't gonna lie to you," Dean inhales. "It's a bit fruity, but they certainly make that booty look cutie."

Cas bursts into laughter. "You and your rhymes, puppy," he giggles. "It's very sweet."

"Let me see these," Dean says. He walks up behind Cas and puts his hands on his butt, feeling the fabric softly. He hums a few times, pensively, as his fingers stroke the fine, silky material. "Yeah. I like 'em. They're hot."

"Interesting," remarks Cas. He turns around and puts his hands on Dean's chest, then looks up at him with a pouty face. "Puppy likes unusual things?"

"Yeah, puppy loves unusual things," Dean agrees, smirking. He takes Cas' face in his hands and kisses him softly on the lips. "Puppy loves princess dressing like a slut."

"Mmm," Cas hums. "A slut?"

"Not actually but you know."

"Yes, I think I understand."

"My slut," Dean says. He kisses Cas' lips a few more times before he trails across his cheek and down to his neck. Cas grips into Dean's shoulders, rocking his head back with a gasping moan.

"Dean," he whispers.

"Yeah?"

"Take me."

"Horny today?"

"Yes."

"I can work with that."

A sinister smile spreads across Dean's face and he steps forward, pushing Cas back until they hit the wall. He reaches out for their lube bottle and pulls off his shirt, exposing his firm upper body to Cas, who looks at it like he's never seen it before. Then Dean runs his fingers through the inside of the panties and slowly pulls down them down. Cas' hard dick bounces out and the panties fall to the floor.

"Step out of 'em," Dean whispers and Cas complies. Immediately afterward, Dean scoops up Cas' legs and lifts him, grunting loudly with a strain, to the wall. He slams his back to it and starts to kiss his neck again. Cas clings desperately to Dean's body, scratching his nails into his flesh with building ecstasy.

Dean dabs a bit of lube onto his fingers and applies it to Cas' tight man pussy. He flinches a bit from the coldness of it, then settles when Dean's finger slips in momentarily. A series of sharp gasps ring out into Dean's ears and he knows it's time, so he pulls his dick out from his pants, slathers it with the remaining lube from his fingers and presses it hard against Cas' ass. He pushes inside with ease, causing Cas' body to convulse and write wickedly. His nails dig harder into Dean's flesh and he moans very loud. Dean's teeth bare down on Cas' neck more, biting harder and harder as he begins to fuck him rigorously against the wall.

"Oh, Dean! Dean!" Cas cries out, pushing their chests together and moaning wildly. Their bodies grind and hump, both huffing and screaming from the quickening pleasure. Dean bites so hard that his drool that runs over Cas' shoulder turns pink from mild bloodletting. Cas' eyes roll back into his head and he closes them tight. The sensations are overwhelming. He tenses his tight hole and Dean rams him harder and harder.

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" Dean curses through his heavy, sultry breaths. His tongue runs across Cas' red skin with a messy, aroused motion. He squeezes his partners body even closer to him and fucks him ridiculously hard.

"DEE-EEAAN!" Cas screams. His body buckles and a load of cum goops out from his dick, sticking to himself and Dean's abs. Then Dean has to drill him just another partial moment, thudding hard to the wall until he reaches his climax as well. Dean tenses up and cries out loudly into Cas' ear, delivering just a few hard, slow, intense thrusts that shake on the fallback.

Panting and sweating wildly, Dean grabs Cas around the shoulders and manages to hold him upright to carry him, waddling like a penguin, over to the bed, where he lays down with him. Cas lets off of Dean's dick and his cum dribbles out onto the sheets.

"Ohh," Cas gasps. He looks down at frowns at the mess. "That's not good."

"It doesn't matter," Dean says, still trying to catch his breath. He lays on his back and Cas cuddles up to his chest.

"But that sex was very good," Cas adds.

"Yeah, sure was. Sure was. I didn't think I'd like you in women's underwear but it sorta works, y'know?"

"I suppose."

"It was cute. But maybe you're just so damned cute that you look good in anything."

"That is possible," Cas says, blushing harder. He hugs Dean a bit more and closes his eyes. A big smile rests on his face and his manages to doze off.