"Is this about the bacon?"
"No this is not about the bacon, Sammy," Dean sighed, "Although, I have you know it's rude as shit to eat the last of the bacon that I specifically set aside for myself for a bacon cheeseburger tonight. I'm the one literally bringing home the bacon."
"Is this about running for PTA president?" Castiel and Sam dissolved into a fit of giggled, "We don't even have kids, Dean!" more laughter. Dean stomped his foot. He'd had a long day at work and he called a family meeting to sort out the money problems.
"Goddammit, you guys suck. I was better off hooking than I am talking to you assholes." He crossed his arms and frowned.
"Aww, don't be mad, lover. We're paying attention now." Castiel tried to stifle a smile while he elbowed Sam to be nice.
Dean glared at them for a moment longer, "fine. With all of Sam's medical bills, and the estimate for the hip replacement, considering we don't get caught in insurance fraud before then, the total comes to about $10,000," he pointed at Castiel, "Next time you angel mojo my idiot brother into the hospital, make sure he has a stolen ID and insurance card with more coverage."
"Won't happen again, Dean." He said with a smirk. Dean would have gotten mad if he didn't look so irresistible in worn jeans and one of Dean's t-shirts, comfy and giggling on the couch.
"Cas, you really can't work until Sammy gets his hips done, which is another three months at least. Someone's got to take care of him, and you could use the time to get some actual teaching skills or something. I'll buy you a text book or something."
"That's very thoughtful," he sounded sincere.
"Sam, can you start like, I don't know. Making websites, or gambling online, or something. We gotta bring in some more money. The fix it jobs are barely covering the grocery bill, my job at the garage all goes to rent. We need to have a buffer."
"Holy shit, when did Dean become a responsible adult?" Sam half mocked, he was also fairly astonished. Dean had always been so fond of scraping by on the road. Said it made him feel alive.
"Since I grew up and realized you two are the only family I have left, so I got to take care of you."
Sam and Cas were silent, Castiel wanted to bring up the fact about being partners and sharing the burden to Dean again, but he had a feeling it would just bounce right off Dean's thick and stubborn skull. Finally Sam spoke, "Does this mean you're done hunting? Permanently?"
Dean had been dreading that question, "I don't know, Sammy." It was the truth. "At least until you're fully healed."
Castiel had been silent, lost in thought while the brothers spoke, "That sleaze bag who bought you, you said he was an investment banker, right?"
"Yeah, had a lot of money, he liked to flaunt it in front of me. Had this disgusting gold watch. And probably quadruple in his pocket what he actually paid me that night. Why?"
"Do you think he has a safe with cash in it? I mean he carries that as pocket money to be impressive, but he seems like the kind of glutton to hoard his money in cash, rather than the more safe option of bank accounts."
"Castiel, what are you thinking?" Dean asked wearily.
"Your innumerable hunting talents could be used for a little pay back," he grinned maliciously. Dean smirked with pride at his fallen angel. Sam's mind jumped at planning a heist. They set to work hacking, scheming, and laughing. Cas giddy with payback on the disgusting man, Sam excited about something to do, and Dean hopeful that this would solve their money problems for a while.
Castiel and Dean staked out Clark Grant's house down the street in the impala. Dean was sure the man was probably already hiring someone else to get off. They got lucky when he jumped in his Cadillac and left, they hadn't expected that.
"Dean, take the chance, go." Castiel urged, he shoved a walkie-talkie in Dean's pocket and booted him out of the door, Cas stayed to keep watch.
He snuck up to the reeking house. The cul-de-sac where he lived seemed pretty quiet, the houses all empty and dark, though it was pretty late for suburbia. He made quick work of the lock, and said a silent thanks that the Neanderthal of a man hadn't installed a security system. He shuffled through the trash to check under the paintings in the living room, he looked inside of the filthy kitchen cabinets, and finally made his way to the bedroom. It was as vile as he remembered it to be, he check behind the paintings, and finally went into the walk-in closet. He pushed aside a row of dry cleaning bags, and there was the safe. Castiel had been right about the man's greed, or so Dean hoped.
He grinned and put on some leather gloves, he set to work cracking the code on the lock. He and Sam had enough experience with these kind of dial locks by now. Dean used to keep a box of discarded safe locks around to practice, and after a while he found it fun, almost relaxing. The first number clicked at 09, he took note and continued onto the next number. After a while he found it, 37. He'd begun to work on the third when his walkie-talkie squalked, "Dean. He's back. Get out." Dean tried to open the safe, but Castiel's voice had blocked out the third number, he quickly dialed the first two back in. He could hear the keys in the front door, and the drunken slurring of two voices, they were both male. He pulled the closet door shut, and worked with a penlight. He finally got it, just as he heard the men stumble into the bedroom. He froze in shock.
"Over here, boy. I want you to throat fuck you before you fuck me," he was panting, mostly due to the exertion of pulling the other man along.
"Oooh, nooo problemooo, I'm gonna get paid, right?" the voice slurred and he heard a body plop down on the bed. He waited for the disgusting sounds to start, groans and wet coughs and sputtering. He tried to keep his dinner down, he'd seen the horrid businessman before, he unfortunately had a clear picture of what the other man was dealing with. He shuddered and focused on quietly taking the stacks of cash out of the small safe. They were in $1000 bundles, and there was seventeen of them. He was so happy he couldn't control his smile. He pulled out his phone and texted Castiel, "I'll be out as soon as the coast is clear. Got 17k." he'd turned off the walkie in fear of the noise revealing him. After a couple minutes his phone buzzed, "Be careful! But horray! 3" he smiled and texted a heart back, he didn't care how girly it was. He was going to buy Cas some flowers and make him a big huge dinner. He even let his mind drift to fixing up the house. The landlord hardly cared what they did as long as it kept the place in working order. Maybe he could but in a nice whirlpool in the downstairs bathroom for he and Cas. He'd have to have to prepped and done while Cas was out of the house, maybe while he took Sam to the doctors. The sound of joined moans brought him back; he looked at the clock on his phone and realized he'd been day dreaming for a good ten minutes. He heard both men collapse on the bed and waiting. After another five minutes two distinct snores wafted through the room. He gingerly opened the door and crept through the room. He held the satchel of money so tight his knuckles were white. After what seemed like a mile long trek across eggshells he slipped out of the front door and broke into a sprint for the impala. He dove through the driver's side door, landing half on the seat, and half on Castiel's seat. It was more than an awkward position, but he grabbed Cas's face and kissed him so hard Cas was sure his lips would be bruised. When Dean finally detached, he sat up and just stared out of the windshield. He looked at his love with a Cheshire grin.
"We did it."
They laughed like mad men as the impala roared home.