Team work

"Come on, Dean. We have a job to do tonight. Show me you're ready," Cas told his friend as he got into position for them to spar.

He had been training Dean nonstop for the past two weeks to make him stronger. So far, it seemed like they were getting nowhere. Deans mind was in a completely different place which only made it even more difficult.

Dean nodded before taking off his sweat dripped shirt and tossing it onto the floor of his large apartment. Cas' eyes followed his movements closely as a lump formed in his throat. He had yet to see Dean half naked but he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to either.

'Cas?," Dean asked yanking him out of his odd thoughts. His eyes drifted slowly up Deans bare torso. His chest glistened under the lights from the beaded sweat running down it.

Cas shifted on his feet nervously. What was he thinking? He hadn't so much as looked at another guy since before that night. He didn't need this. "I-I'm sorry. I got lost in thought," he half lied.

Dean eyed him curiously. "What's on your mind?," he questioned him as he took a step forward.

Cas took a step back while brushing him off. "I'm just wondering if you'll be alright tonight. This isn't a game, you know. This is serious."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yes, Cas. I know. I already told you that I had a plan," he pointed out to him.

"And what would that be?," Cas asked him as he crossed his arms.

Dean sighed and motioned for him to follow him. Cas dropped his arms from his chest but followed him across the room. Dean sat down at his dining room table with his laptop open in front of him and began to type quickly into it before turning the screen towards Cas who was now sitting next to him.

Cas squinted closely at the screen as he read out loud from a police report. "Male. Twenty-one years old. College basketball player. Accused of rape of an eighteen-year-old freshman. Name is Gordon Walker," he finished.

Dean looked at him expectantly. "So?," he asked him.

"No. I don't know him if that's what you're trying to ask. Is he on the list?," Cas asked while scanning the rest of the report quickly.

Dean nodded. "Yep. Gordon Walker is on the stay away list. I also know that he practices free throws in the gym on campus after it closes," he informed him.

"Tonight?," Cas asked while raising a brow.

"Yes," Dean confirmed.

Cas sighed. "Are you sure you're ready for something like this? You don't have to get mixed into all of this with me. I can always take the fall," Cas questioned him nervously.

Usually when he had a new victim, he felt excited. Even happy to take out one less scum bag on this campus. But now with Dean it was all different. He didn't want to fuck him up with his own problems.

Dean placed a gentle hand on Cas' shoulder. "Cas, I'm fine. We're in this together. Okay?," he said reassuringly with a small smile.

Cas stood up quickly from the table and felt relief when Deans touch no longer lingered on him. "Okay. Now, show me what you got," he told him while getting into position for more training.

Dean smiled with excitement for a challenge and stood up. "You're on."

XXX

Cas slipped the familiar black mask over his face then looked over at Dean who did the same with his own. "Stick to the plan. Got it?," he questioned Dean as he threw his backpack into the bushes.

Dean nodded firmly. "Got it," he confirmed before tossing his own bag to the ground and bringing his wooden baseball bat up to his shoulder. He handed Cas a similar bat and smiled softly.

"Thanks," he whispered shyly.

"No problem," Dean matched his tone as his eyes searched Cas'. Cas stared back for a second too long before he could feel his cheeks begin to heat up. He turned his face away quickly then marched in the direction of the dimly lit gym.

He could hear the sound of Deans footsteps closely behind him as they walked across the wet grass. He stopped in front of the double doors and held his hand up for Dean to stop as well.

"What is it?," Dean asked him as he leaned closer into him.

"Do you hear that?," Cas asked while he tilted his head up to the door to decipher the sounds coming from inside.

"Sounds like rock music," Dean whispered with a shrug of his shoulders.

A smile broke out onto Cas' face as he chuckled. "You're right," he told him before pushing through the double doors.

The echo of a basketball thumping on the gym floor filled the room while heavy rock sounded over it. Their footsteps weighed heavy and resonated throughout the area. They would have been caught easily if the music was off.

Dean snuck up behind the tall basketball player and casually wrapped his hands firmly around his wooden bat. Cas signaled for him to wait before jogging over to the stereo. He gave Dean a knowing nod then turned up the volume causing the entire gym to flood with the screams of some rocker.

Gordon turned around quickly and came face to face with Dean who waved at him. Gordon cried out as he stumbled a few feet back to get away from Dean. "Who the hell are you?," he asked him as his eyes darted from the bat to Deans eyes.

Cas appeared next to Dean in a flash and smiled while swinging his own bat skillfully in his hand. "You don't get to ask questions," he said darkly.

Gordon opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He was afraid. Exactly how Cas liked his victims. "Gordon Walker. Star basketball player, business major and scholarship holder. Your parents must be so proud," Cas started as he slowly walked up to Gordon.

Gordon held his basketball tightly in his shaking hands and nodded along as Cas listed off his definable characteristics. "And let's not forget- 'alleged' rapist," he said sarcastically as his hand made air quotes.

"We all know alleged means 'I didn't get caught'," Dean chimed in while disguising his voice into a deeper, darker tone.

Cas chuckled and nodded. "It's exactly what that means," he agreed.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't do anything!," Gordon shouted at them as his eyes continued to grow in fear.

Cas rolled his eyes with exasperation. Why couldn't they just fucking admit what they did? Why did they always have to blame others or just deny deny deny? This was beginning to get old.

Cas saw from the basketball being thrown from the corner of his eye. He ducked just in time for the ball to miss smashing into his face. He furrowed his brow and shared a glance with Dean who was thinking the same thing he was.

"That was a good throw. You're probably a great basketball player. Maybe even one of the best. Probably have a chance of signing on to a pro team after college," Cas said as he took one slow step right after the other.

"Which is why we're not sorry we have to do this," Dean told him when they both closed in and corned Gordon.

"What?," Gordon asked with confusion while looking between the two of them quickly.

"This," Cas replied as his fist connected with Gordons jaw.

Gordon wrapped his arms around Cas' body tightly after the blow and pulled him down onto the ground with him. Cas managed to kick him off while stomping on his pelvic area. Gordon groaned loudly while Dean helped Cas back onto his feet.

Dean looked at Cas with a question in his eyes. Cas nodded firmly while smiling. "Do it," he acknowledged.

Dean raised his bat up in the air before bringing it back down harshly and connecting it with Gordons leg. The loud snap of bone filled the space accompanied by Gordons devastating scream.

Cas looked down at the now bloody and mangled leg and smiled. He leaned over while placing his bat on Gordons chest. Gordon flinched as he prepared for another blow. "If I ever hear about another 'alleged' assault from you again, I will come back and finish the job," he said menacingly.

Gordon nodded as tears streamed down his red face. "Oh, and sorry about your scholarship. Not," he finished as he lifted the weight of the bat off of Gordon and walking out of the deafening gym with Dean.

They pushed through the double doors and ran to their backpacks in the bushes. Cas took his ski mask off followed by his hoodie. He was wearing a bright red college shirt to appear normal in case any cops were nearby.

Dean did the same then slung his back pack over his shoulder. "Cas! That was- that was awesome. So, exhilarating," he said breathlessly while they strode to another destination.

Cas nodded and smiled. "Yeah, it never really gets old. Nice work with the bat. He's going to have a hell of a time staying in school."

"Everything went according to plan," Dean smiled back as he looked down into Cas' eyes.

Cas looked away shyly as his stomach knotted up. He couldn't be doing this. He couldn't be falling for his accomplice. Or friend? He wasn't even really sure what they were at this point. But he knew they couldn't be more.

"Cas?," Dean asked him softly while shaking his shoulder lightly.

Cas' head snapped up as he looked at Dean but not into his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Do you want to do the honors?," Dean queried as he held out an extra large black sharpie.

Cas shook his head and gestured to the bathroom wall filled with names. "You should be the one to do it," Cas told him confidently.

Dean smiled appreciatively before marking a large 'X' through Gordon Walkers name. "That's four down and more to go. You ready?," Dean asked him with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Let's do this."