Trouble

"The cars gone. It's gone, Dean! What's going on? Was this some kind of set up?," Cas questioned him as he stepped towards him intimidatingly.

Dean raised his hands defensively while shaking his head quickly. "No, Cas. You have to believe me that I had nothing to do with this," he pleaded with him desperately.

Cas' shoulders dropped when he realized that Dean was telling the truth. "Fine. Let's just walk back towards campus. We can figure everything out along the way," he suggested.

Dean sighed but nodded in agreement. They took off down the long stretch of sidewalks that would eventually lead them to campus. Cas frowned but tried to take his mind off of the nights events and think about something else. Anything else.

"Why are you a pledge?," Cas asked him to fill the silence.

Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "Why were you?," he questioned him right back.

Cas shook his head as he chuckled warmly. "Oh no. I know what you're doing. You don't want to answer questions about yourself so you're redirecting them," he pointed out. Dean laughed and shrugged guiltily.

"So?," Cas asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

"So what?," Dean asked him right back.

"So, why did you decide to pledge?," Cas questioned him with exasperation.

"My little brother, Sam, made me actually. He said I needed to step away from my computer every once in a while and enjoy my college experience," he explained.

Cas nodded along. "Your computer? I didn't really take you for a computer geek," he said teasingly.

"Yeah, well, I didn't really take you for a campus vigilante but here we are," he shot back with a cheeky grin.

Cas rolled his eyes. He wasn't ready to explain himself. Not yet. "Did you follow me tonight?," he asked suddenly.

Dean looked away from him while shoving his hands into his pockets. "No. I didn't follow you, Cas," he answered honestly.

"Then how did you know where I was?," Cas continued to question him.

"Dude. You have an iPhone. Ever heard of Find my Friends?," Dean asked him rhetorically because of course Cas knew what it was.

Cas stopped abruptly and turned to face Dean. "Yes but I turned that setting off months ago," he replied suspiciously while cutting his eyes at him.

Dean looked up at the night sky to avoid Cas' curious and frustrated gaze. "Dean," Cas spoke sternly.

Deans eyes dropped back to Cas'. He smiled tightly at him to let him know he was listening. "How did you find me?," he asked again.

Dean sighed. "I guess you can say that I'm a 'hacker.' I got into your phone and found your location. Don't make a big deal out of it."

Cas' eyes widened as he thought about the intrusion. "You what?!," he shouted incredulously. "Dean, that is so intrusive. Do you do that all of the time?"

"It's actually more of a hobby. One that I am incredibly good at," he bragged with a slight shrug.

Cas furrowed his brow at him but a quick flash of headlights caught his eye. They both turned in time to watch as Deans car raced down the quiet street. Two boys stuck their heads out while cheering loudly. Deafening rock music blared throughout his speakers.

"Son of a bitch! My car!," Dean screamed out. He looked around frantically as he tried to figure out what to do next.

Cas took off running down the sidewalk with Dean closely at his heel. They got to the corner of the street where they could see the car turn down another street a few more blocks away. Cas scanned the are hastily until he spotted a couple riding down the sidewalk on their bikes.

He turned to Dean and looked at him conspiratorially. "I have an idea." Dean nodded along with whatever idea Cas was having. Cas leaned in and whispered his plan before taking off towards the couple.

Dean swallowed nervously but followed Cas anyways. He watched in horror as Cas pushed the boy off of his bike before jumping onto it. He turned around expecting Dean to do the same. "Hurry!," he shouted in a lower voice that Dean hadn't expected to come out of Cas' mouth.

He nodded weakly as he grabbed the handlebars to the woman's bike. "Uh, I'll return this," he said apologetically while she stepped off, stunned. She nodded slowly at him before kneeling down to help her boyfriend off the ground.

Dean jumped onto the abandoned bike while trying not to think about the nights events. He trailed Cas down the sidewalk while dodging a few passersby's. Cas could hear the heavy rock music getting louder as they got closer to the stolen car.

He peeled to a stop a few feet away from the now parked car as Dean did the same. The boys got out of the car while each held a beer bottle in their hands. Cas narrowed his eyes as he slowly realized what was going on.

He stepped off the bike and motioned for Dean to do the same. "Why are we not kicking their asses right now?," Dean questioned him while angrily watching the boys as they leaned against his hood.

Cas held a hand up to silence him while shaking his head. "Not everything needs to be reduced to violence or you know, murder."

Dean rolled his eyes dramatically. "Yeah, says the guy who just mugged two people of their bikes," he shot back.

Cas ignored him as his entire demeanor changed drastically. He crossed the street coolly while waving at the thieves. Dean frowned tightly but followed him anyways.

"Hey, guys," Cas greeted them in a false friendly manner.

The two boys glanced at each other, knowing they had been caught but smiled weakly at Cas. "Hey," they replied quietly.

"Who put you up to this?," Cas asked them as he took a menacing step closer.

"Um, Adam did. We had to. He said to steal any car we saw and go on a joy ride. We're sorry, Castiel," one of the boys answered while the other one looked down at the ground.

Cas nodded and drifted his eyes to the trunk of Deans car where Benny's body was still hidden. Hopefully. "Well, you tell Adam that I have seniority over him and I'm ordering the two of you to get the hell out of here," he demanded with a surprisingly even tone.

"And do what?," the pledge asked him desperately.

"Go jerk each other off. I don't care," Cas told them as he walked up to the car to inspect it.

The two boys looked at each other with wide eyes. "He's kidding," Dean quickly interrupted their scattered thinking. "I hope," he added. The pledges let out a deep sigh of relief before running away.

Dean appeared next to Cas besides the trunk as they looked at each other for comfort. Dean placed his key in the hole then turned it slowly. The trunk popped open with a slight creak as Benny's dead eyes stared back up at them.

Cas' breath hitched at the horrible sight but he couldn't find it in himself to feel sad for Benny. Actually, he didn't feel anything at all. Dean gagged before slamming the trunk shut once more.

They stood in silence for a few minutes until the weight of what they had done set in on them. "What are we going to do?," Dean finally asked him.

Cas ran a hand through his hair while he shook his head. "I- I don't know. We need to get rid of him," he stated with a slightly shaky voice.

Dean nodded. "Where?," he continued to question Cas for guidance. It was clear that they both had no idea what they were doing or the severity that was yet to come.

Cas frowned as he thought quickly about all the possibilities. It wasn't like Benny was small so a lot of options were simply out of the question. "I have an idea."

XXX

"I've got his legs. Make sure you do not drop him," Cas instructed Dean as they lifted the heavier boy out of the trunk. Dean nodded and did as he was told.

Cas guided them both around the large cemetery until they reached the far end away from any light. "You got the shovels?," Dean asked him after they gently set Benny down next to a fresh grave.

Cas opened his arm and dropped the shovels that he had tucked under it. "I find it a little odd that you so happened to have these in your trunk already," Cas pointed out while he bet over to pick one up.

"What? You think this is my first murder?," Dean asked him seriously as he spun the shovel around effortlessly in his hands.

Cas furrowed his brow and raised his shovel defensively before Dean busted out into laughter. "Dude. I'm kidding. They were my dad's. I just forgot they were in there."

Cas let out the breath he had been holding as he lowered his shovel. "Right. I knew that," he claimed while shoving it into the fresh dirt then making a new pile.

Dean shook his head at him while a small smile flickered across his lips. "Okay, so let me try to remember. We sawed off his fingertips, pulled out his teeth and stole his cellphone because why exactly?"

"Because we need to think of every scenario possible. Dentist records can identify his body if we left his teeth in and fingerprints are an obvious giveaway. I'm not sure what to do about the cellphone so I'm hoping you have a plan. Should we just destroy it?," Cas asked as the dirt pile grew larger.

Dean shook his head. "Not if we want to make it look like he's still alive," he suggested.

Cas raised his eyebrows at his suggestion. "You can do that?," he asked him in amazement.

Dean nodded simply. "It's not too hard. Just need a special cage for it then I can throw random coordinates to make it seem like he ran away. He did just have that big court case. Maybe it will look like the guilt was too much for him."

Cas smiled widely at Deans brilliant idea. "That's perfect, Dean," he said in awe.

Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal but still blushed at the way Cas was looking at him. He looked back down at the hole in the ground and felt himself get a little disappointed when their shovels hit the coffin.

They both dropped their shovels before picking Benny up off the ground and tossing him right on top of the coffin. They then silently went onto the task of recovering the grave with dirt. About halfway through, the faint sound of sirens filled the night air.

Dean looked at Cas with wide, frantic eyes. Police lights shined from all around them while footsteps ran towards their direction. It was over.