Dean walked into the too bright light that was his superior's office. Everything was white, white, and more white. He approached the woman at the desk and stood at attention. She looked up at him with a grim look.
"You had an assignment for me ma'am?" Dean asked. The woman stood up, walked around her desk, and handed him a black file. Dean took it hesitantly. Black files were only for people who work or used to work for the corporation.
"This is an important case. This agent has gone rogue and he needs to be put down. Immediately." She stressed that word. She made him feel like an idiot. Dean breathed in slowly and opened the file, and his heart nearly stopped. Blue eyes bore into his own green eyes. Cas was his next target.
"Ma'am, I can't." Dean tried to reason. She ripped the file from his hands and threw it on her desk. She grabbed his wrist and spun him around. She gripped his hair, slammed his face into the desk and pinned his arm across his back. He grunted in pain.
"You will do this or you will be terminated." She hissed. Then lifted his face an inch from the desktop and slammed it down again. "Are we clear?" She asked. Dean had no choice.
"We're clear ma'am." Dean replied steadily. She let him up. She straightened his tie and brushed off his shoulders, and tilted his head back and forth.
"Get down to medical right now." She said and handed the file back. Dean took it and stalked out of the room. But he didn't go to medical, he went to an old friend.
"Sam!" Dean called out into the dark room. A dark mass came at him and flung him against the wall.
"Can't fool me this time Lucifer!" Sam shouted and pulled Dean into the room. The door fell shut instantly. Sam pulled him along and threw him into a chair. He blasted a light into Dean's face.
"What the heck Sam?" Dean shouted back. Sam cocked his head to the left and recognition flashed across his face. His face contorted in pain and he sucked in a breathe. He sat down across from Dean and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Sorry dude, forgot to take my meds. Lucifer just won't leave." Sam apologized. Dean leaned forward and patted Sam's knee.
"Hey, listen, I need a favor." Dean said and Sam's face lit up.
"Does it involve guns?" Sam asked with a crazy look in his eye.