Day 28: Doing Something Ridiculous

Title: The Mischievous Mission

Summary: Cas does something illegal. For once, Dean doesn't approve (at first…).

Notes: I'm not overly fond with this chapter, but hopefully you'll tend to disagree.

"Dean, do you love me?" The angel asked as he suddenly appeared in front of the television, causing to Dean jump back and immediately reach for his knife. Once he discovered it was only his boyfriend, the tension left his body as Dean retracted his hand, glaring at him, "Jesus, Cas, stop doing that. Seriously, at this rate, a heart attack's gonna kill me before the fucking Apocalypse does."

"Dean," Cas said again, his voice more firm this time, finally gaining Dean's attention, "Do you love me?"

"Yeah, of course," Dean said, feeling somewhat offended at the question, "I mean, do you really have to ask?"

Cas beamed at his answer, a mischievous glint swirling in those bright blue eyes, "Good. Now—with that in mind—I have one small request..."

"Cas, this is insane," Dean whispered as he reluctantly followed Cas down the hall of some animal research lab in Utah, "And illegal, I might add."

The angel scoffed quietly, throwing a pointed look over his shoulder, "Since when have you ever cared about the law?"

"I care about the law..." Dean mumbled, "Well...enough to avoid getting caught."

"This will only take a second," Cas declared, finally stopping at a door, its features indistinct in the veil of darkness, "I need you to pick these locks. I've tried to just fly in there, but something's blocking me."

Dean arched an eyebrow, "So you want me to break into this securely locked door—securely locked for probably a damn good reason, I might add—to face whatever the hell's being trapped behind it?"

"Yes," Cas said, sounding almost exasperated, "What part of this plan did you not grasp the understanding of?"

"Uh, all of it." Dean said, raking a hand over his hair, "Seriously, Cas, if it's something powerful enough to block a friggin' Angel of The Lord, maybe it needs to stay locked up."

"They will cause no harm to us, Dean." Castiel assured him earnestly, like he actually believed the crazy shit that was flying out his mouth.

"They, huh?" Dean repeated sourly, rolling his eyes, "Great. That's great. Now tell me, Cas, when were you going to tell me the whatever-the-hell-we're-breaking-free is a 'they' rather than an 'it?'"

Cas gave him a confused look, saying slowly, "Never. Unnecessarily explaining everything to you was never a part of my agenda."

"For fuck's sake, Cas." Dean groaned, pressing his palma to his eye-sockets as if the action would make this screwed up situation go away, "Look, at least tell me they won't decapitate me as soon as I open this door, okay?"

Cas looked at him like he was a small child saying a monster was in his closet, almost seeming like he was stiffening an eye roll, "Of course they won't, Dean."

"Oh well, excuse me for taking precautions." Dean muttered under his breath, making sure he still had his knife attached to his hip before squatting down and picking all of the complex locks with ease.

When he finally unlocked the fucker and slammed the door open, Dean grabbed his knife, expecting to see a hoard of demons or hellhounds or something equally as dangerous and evil—

He expected a lot of things to be on the other side, but caged chimpanzees in make-up wasn't one of them.

"Cas..." Dean said in shock and uncertainty, but the angel had already left his side. By the time Dean snapped himself out of his daze, Castiel was safely unlocking each primate with tenderness and care, grunting at it in some form of monkey language before pressing a finger to its furry head. In that second, the chimp was cleared of its demeaning cosmetics and disappeared.

"Where'd you send them?" Dean asked after the last primate had vanished.

"The Amazon Rainforest," Castiel answered with an offhanded shrug, "They're back with their families now." He then adorned a soft smile, practically glowing with pride, "I have completed this mission."

Dean scoffed, the wide grin playing on his lips threatening to crack his face in half, "You're utterly ridiculous, you know that?"

Cas just stared at him, tilting his head at him in bewilderment, "Is that an insult?"

"Not at all, Sweetheart." Dean replied lowly, dragging the angel in and pressing a chaste kiss to his temple.

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