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Cas stared at the huge building through Michael's jeep window. "You don't have to go, you know. We never told him any of us were coming," Michael assured him. Cas shook his head. "No, I do." Michael nodded. Cas got out of the car and walked to the entrance. He had to be pat down and walk through a scanner before following an officer through the plain dingy hall. Michael had promised he would wait in the parking lot for him. Cas was brought to a room that had small open booths going down one wall with windows and a black phone. Cas was led to one near the middle of the room. There were more people than he had expected.
Cas waited nervously in the chair. He tried to calm his breathing and avoid a panic attack but it was proving difficult. "You okay?" A familiar voice asked from behind him. He looked back to see Dean standing there looking concerned. Cas stared horrified for a minute. He didn't want anyone to see him here, let alone Dean seeing him. "I, uh, yes. I'm fine," he stuttered out. "You visiting too?" Dean asked even though the answer was right in front of him. "Yes, my brother. Are you visiting someone?" Cas asked and wanted to face palm himself. Why else would Dean be here? "Uh, yeah, my dad." This surprised Cas further. He wanted to ask what his father had done but he figured that would have been rude. There was a buzzing type sound. "That's them, I'll see you later." Dean walked to his booth, which was a little further down. Men began walking through the other side of the glass windows in cuffs and jumpsuits, Cas wondered which was Dean's father. Lucifer was the fifth out.
"Castiel!" He exclaimed excitedly through the black phone that was connected to the wall. "Hello, Lucifer," Cas greeted stiffly. "Come on, no need to be so cold! Where's everyone else? Too scared?" He seemed to get off on knowing he scared everyone. "Yes, basically," Cas answered. "Well, I'm glad to see you. You should see some of the poor saps in here," Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Everyone I saw seemed pretty intimidating," Cas commented. "Cassie, you're intimidated by a fly. These guys are nothing," Lucifer waved them off as if they were nothing more than dust in his shoulder. It amazed Cas how his brother ended up this way. He didn't understand why. It wasn't like they had a terrible upbringing. Cas wondered what Dean's upbringing was like that his father was in here. He wondered how Dean would react to him asking him to not tell anyone that he saw Cas here. "Good morning, Vietnam!" Lucifer shouted into the phone causing Cas to jump. He hit head on the low overhang with a loud bang and hissed in pain. "Ay caramba, mi cabeza!" Lucifer exclaimed and held his head as if he felt Cas's pain.
Guards came up looking less than pleased with Lucifer's racket. "You were so out of it I had to," he laughed. This reminded Cas of who his brother used to be. The joking idiot before he went all psychopath. "Come on, Lucifer, that's enough for today," Cas heard a Scottish accent say from across the line. The guard that spoke had a stubble beard and round eyes. "Hold onto your pants, Crowley, I'm talking to my little brother," Lucifer told him. "Up now, you're done," Crowley, ordered. "Alright. See you, Cas. Give Michael my best," he said with one last twisted smile before following Crowley out of the room. Cas stood and rubbed his head in hopes it would ease the pain. He began to walk towards the exit. "Was that bang you?" Dean asked as he fell into step beside him. "Yes, my brother thought it would be funny to startle me," Cas said annoyed. Dean chuckled.
"What's he in for?" Dean asked as they made their way back through the dingy hall Cas had came through. Cas became uncomfortable. He didn't want to be judged based on Lucifer's actions. "Three counts of murder." Dean whistled as if impressed. "My dad stole some idiot's transmission for his car." Cas nodded not knowing what to say. "How is Sam?" Cas asked to try and change the subject. "He's fine. He's got a bruise on his cheek, but it's nothing he can't handle," Dean shrugged, but Cas could tell it made him angry. He was very protective of his brother, which was something Cas admired. They reached the outside and Cas breathed in a calming breath of fresh air. "Um, Dean, I would appreciate it if you didn't mention to anyone that you saw me here," Cas told him shyly. "No problemo, man. I'll see you next week then." Cas smiled a little and nodded. "Thank you. I'll see you next week." With that they went in their separate directions.
Cas climbed in the jeep and Michael looked at him expectantly. "He seems to be enjoying himself," Cas told him. Michael nodded and began to drive away. Cas saw Dean pulling out in a classic black car. It fit him. "Who was that guy you were talking to?" Michael asked him. "Dean Winchester. He's in a few of my classes." Michael looked at Dean in his car through the rear view window as they drove away. "Listen, Cas, if this gets out somehow it's nothing to be ashamed of," Michael told him. "It won't. Dean told me he wouldn't tell anyone." Michael looked at his little brother skeptically. "And you trust him?" Cas nodded. Michael sighed thinking about how naive Cas could be.