Ride along
Cas lifted the pair of binoculars he kept in his backpack up to his face. He was crouched behind bushes a few feet across from the mechanic shop that Benny worked in.
The garage door was open wide as Benny worked over the hood of an open car. Heavy rock music blared from a speaker on a shelf high on the wall. He was alone.
A twig a few feet behind him snapped loudly causing him to drop his binoculars and turn around quickly. He squinted his eyes to see better in the dark. The trees swayed slightly from the night air but showed no other signs of life.
He turned his back to Benny and watched as he pulled the garage door down only leaving it less than halfway open. Now was his chance to make his move now that his garage was private. The plan was to go in, maybe throw him around a bit, warn him not to do it again then go home. No harm and no foul. Just plain and simple.
He shoved his binoculars into his backpack before sliding the black ski mask down his face. He hid his backpack in the bushes then jogged over to the cracked garage door. Then, he got down onto his stomach to look inside.
Benny still had his back facing away from him. He was hunched over the car and oblivious to what was going on. Cas smiled to himself as he rolled into the garage. He swiftly got back onto his feet but stayed crouched down. He was now only a few feet away from Benny.
He quietly pulled out his pocket knife and opened it. His eyes darted from Benny still completely ignorant to him then back to the knife in his hand. He inched closer slowly before plunging the knife deep into Benny's ankle.
Benny fell onto his knees as he threw his head back screaming. Cas took the chance to pull the knife out and snap it shut. He dropped it into his back pocket then looked back down at Benny's twisted face.
"What the fuck!," he yelled in pain. He looked more angry than hurt which was a scary combination on the bigger man's face.
Cas tried not to dwell much further on it. He raised his foot up before bringing it back down to connect with Benny's chest. Benny reached out faster than Cas had expected and pulled him off of his feet and back down onto the hard floor with him.
Cas' head bounced off the floor loudly causing him to become delirious for a few moments. Benny took the opportunity to climb on top of him and wrap his heavy hands around his neck tightly.
Cas kicked from under him and attempted to pry his hands off of him but to no avail. Benny's grip was tighter and making him fade into black as each second passed by. This was it. He was going to die here on this cold hard ground.
He was about to slip away completely when the grip on him became nonexistent. He could faintly hear a loud thump next to him. His hand came up to his throat as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Cas slowly sat back up while he gasped for air. Slowly his breathing returned to normal and he could see properly again.
He turned to his side and was met with the horrific sight of Benny. Except, his hair was now patted down with blood and his stare was blank. Cas let out a scream as he jumped to his feet and looked around.
Dean stood in front of Benny's body with an oversized wrench in his hand. It was dripping in blood and was almost enough to make Cas throw up everything he had eaten that day. "Oh, God, Dean! What have you done?!," he cried out.
Deans mouth dropped open while he looked around for a place to put down the wrench. "Don't!," Cas yelled as his hand shot out to grab Deans wrist. "Don't make any more evidence," he instructed him.
Dean nodded slowly while the fear grew in his eyes. Cas pulled off the suffocating ski mask as tears began to well up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Cas! Isn't this what you do?," Dean asked in fear and confusion.
"No!," Cas continued to yell while he grabbed onto the ends of his hair. "I've never done this before!," he said through the tears that were now freely flowing.
Deans eyes widened more before he turned around and vomited onto the ground. Okay. Now was the time to freak out. They had just killed someone. Well, he didn't but Dean did. And he was here with a bloody knife. Which made him an accessory to murder now. Yep. Now was definitely the time to start freaking out.
Dean wiped his mouth off as soon as he was done then started to take deep breaths. "Uh, okay. Okay. This is what we're going to do. We're going to wrap the body in the tents that cover cars. Then, we can toss it into my trunk. We can also bleach this entire place and wipe down everything we touched," he spoke hastily while waving the wrench above his head.
"Oh. Is that what we're going to do? We're going to just take a fucking dead body? And then what?," he questioned Dean.
"I don't know! Maybe we should just call the police," he suggested.
"No! No cops," Cas replied instantly. Dean stopped pacing in front of him and turned his head to look at Cas carefully. "Why no cops?," he asked him wearily.
"They won't help us. They won't understand, Dean. Let's just go with your plan," he said with a frown.
Dean looked at him for a few seconds more before nodding in agreement. "Okay. Let's do this."
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Cas stared out the window and watched as the lights of the city blurred by. Dean cleared his throat next to him. "So, uh, should we play some music?," he asked awkwardly.
"Well, we just murdered someone and shoved him in the trunk of your car. So, you can see why I don't give a shit if music is playing or not," Cas snapped at him as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"You know what you need?," Dean asked him. Cas looked over at him with a raise of an unamused eyebrow. "You need a drink and I know the perfect place," he finished with a smile.
"No. I think I'm good," Cas replied. Dean shrugged to himself and continued to drive.
He reached over and turned on the radio to fill the uncomfortable silence. Papa Roach's 'Getting away with murder' rock song blared loudly through the classic cars speakers. Dean fumbled quickly with the knobs and turned it back off. "We, uh, just won't listen to anything," he mumbled.
"Great idea," Cas replied with sarcasm.
Dean tapped on the steering wheel uneasily as he pulled into a dimly lit buildings parking lot. "This? This is the place we're going to dump the body?," Cas asked him skeptically.
"Shh," Dean hushed him with a raise of his finger to his lips. "I'm not an expert or anything but I'm fairly sure that you can't say things like 'dump the body' or 'you murdered that guy'," he finished as he shot Cas a stern look.
Cas pursed his lips but nodded in agreement. Dean smiled at him before opening his car door. He slid out and leaned his head into the car. "I need a drink. You can keep him company but something tells me he's not a great conversationalist." He shut the door, leaving Cas alone in the car with a dead body. Benny's dead body to be exact.
He swung his door open quickly before jumping out of the car. Dean chuckled when Cas appeared next to him. He was pretty sure the color was still drained from his face. But Dean seemed to be taking everything surprisingly well.
"Two tequila shots," Dean informed the bartender as he held up two fingers.
"Uh, I don't drink," Cas told him as he rubbed the back of his neck with his sweaty palm.
"I didn't order you a drink," Dean replied back with a tight smile while he placed down a few bills onto the counter then took the shots in each hand.
Dean led them to a secluded booth in the back of the bar. A few college students were playing pool loud enough for them to have a conversation without anyone hearing them or eavesdropping.
Cas tapped nervously on the table as he looked everywhere but at Dean. He was still sure that this was all some sort of crazy dream and he'd wake up any second. Dean dropped the now empty shot glasses in front of him and sighed. "Cas, we need to talk," he started.
Cas nodded and finally let his eyes wander over to Dean. He was beginning to look troubled and scared. Maybe they were more alike than he thought. "Okay. Let's start with me asking you why in the hell you were following me to begin with," Cas questioned him.
Dean seemed to struggle with his words at Cas' question. Finally, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I want to help you. Well, I wanted to. I know what your, uh, nightly activity is so I followed you. And it turns out that you really did need my help," he answered him honestly.
"I would have been fine," Cas replied with an annoyed eye roll. He wouldn't admit to Dean how scared he was that he was going to die just an hour ago.
"No. You would've been dead," Dean shot back assertively.
Cas tightened his lips but said nothing because it was true. But he didn't want to give Dean the satisfaction in knowing that. He shouldn't have even been following him in the first place.
"So, what do we do next?," Dean asked him. He was more calm now but he was still on edge.
"There is no 'we', Dean. I work alone," he told him with no hesitation. He was already in too deep. There was no chance he was going to drag Dean along with him. He would just have to take the fall for the murder and turn himself in.
"Like batman," Dean replied with a small smile.
"I don't get that reference," Cas said humorlessly.
Dean shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Just tell me why you do what you do," he said shyly now, "please."
"There are people out there that are doing awful things and getting away with it. No one is doing anything to stop them. I'm trying to make it right," Cas answered him.
Dean leaned back further in his seat and nodded. "That's the plot of batman."
Cas furrowed his brow while he tilted his head at him. "I'm glad you find it so funny," he muttered before standing up to leave. Dean reached over quickly and grabbed onto his hand. Cas felt static shoot up his arm at the touch.
He pulled away from him but sat back down when Dean insisted that he was sorry and he would be serious this time. Cas sighed longingly. "So, what? You want to be my 'Robin'?," he said with finger quotes.
Deans face lit up. "You do know Batman! But obviously I wouldn't be Robin. He's a bitch. And I'm not a sidekick either. I'm simply a friend who wants to take down evil with you."
Cas rolled his eyes once more. "Yeah well look, Dean. Let's just figure out a game plan then go from there," he suggested.
Dean nodded and stood up from the booth with along with Cas. He rested his hand on his lower back and led him towards the door. "Where did you learn how to fight like a ninja?," Dean asked him with a dry chuckle.
Cas turned his head towards him and laughed along with him. "A what?," he asked Dean incredulously. He could feel all the heavy weight on his shoulders drifting away slowly with each laugh he let out.
"A ninja. Your skills are insane. You have to teach me," he said as he pushed the door open.
Cas shook his head at Dean and walked into the cool night with him. They both stopped laughing and stopped dead in their tracks. The impala was gone.