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Chapter 2

"Dean Winchester we have the place surrounded! Come out with your hands in the air!" The policeman bellowed outside.

There were at least more then twenty cars outside, each car with three or four cops surrounding it. I didn't know how to feel at the moment. I was currently inside my workplace with a well-known serial killer and we were surrounded by more then eighty cops outside. I can honestly say days like these don't come by often. Many emotions were brewing in me the top ones being surprised, shocked, confused and I'm not ashamed to admit but I was also feeling a tinge of excitement as well. I was surprised for two reasons; one, I'm currently in the same place with a serial killer and two; I'm not expressing the slightest amount of fear. Which considering the circumstances I should've needed a dash of terror, a spoonful of worry and a few gallons of fear. No scratch that, more then a few gallons more like a few tons!

Any other normal person would have followed this recipe perfectly but apparently I'm not any other normal person, hoorah. With so many emotions and a little bit of sanity I decided to deal with confusion, the rest will come later. I don't know what compelled me to ask the next question but I did it anyways.

"How did they find you?" Dean seemed surprised at the question he's probably not used to dealing situations like these, where his hostage is asking strange questions not begging for his life. The question although was completely valid and perfectly reasonable. Judging by the number of times Dean Winchester has been caught, which is zero to none, he can disappear of the face of the earth if he wants to. So how did the police find him in a deserted gas station?

Dean smiles at me and looks at me with a spark in his eye. He then goes through his bags and pulls out a container full of pie. He opens it and then looks at me gesturing for a fork. I sighed and opened the drawer near me and pulled out a fork and handed it over to Dean. Dean reach over for the fork but in doing so he gently caressed my hand, his fingers tracing every noticeable vein on my hand, the whole time maintaining eye contact. He plucked out the fork out of my grasp and began eating his pie; at that moment I figured out that Dean is a tease in everything he does. The way he was eating his pie was in every way….scandalous. The way he pouted his lips when he was taking a bite out of the fork and the way he licks the fork and his lips afterwards, ugh. To say the least, it was arousing, which was completely inappropriate considering the circumstances.

I was so distracted with my inner ramblings that I almost didn't hear him talk.

"Because I wanted too." I was confused, wanted to what?

"Pardon?" I asked.

He puts his fork down and leans against the counter with crossed arms, he looks at me and smirks "They found me so easily because I wanted them to."

He looked so relieved as if he just told someone a terrible secret. Once again I was confused by the serial killer, does he want to get caught? He sighs loudly; sounding physically and emotionally tired, and begins to elaborate.

"The cops have always been a thorn on my side; they are always making me run, ruining my perfect kills, drawing terrible pictures of me." He looks down at the newspaper and I followed his gaze, nodding my head in agreement. It really was a bad picture. I looked up and saw Dean looking pleased that I had agreed with him on that fact.

He continues, "Sure sometimes I love the feeling of getting chased and knowing they'll never catch me is such a rush but sometimes even a killer like me needs a break!" He shakes his head in annoyance and looks outside, I look out as well. All the police officers have there guns positioned at Dean, following his every move. There are some officers looking at me too, their faces either clouded in worry or burning suspicion. The latter is mostly likely because I am maintaining a normal conversation with a serial killer.

Dean lifts up an arm and places it on my shoulder, as if testing out a theory. The reaction outside is immediate and all the cops look ready to blast his hand off my shoulder. Dean removes his hand and sighs exasperatedly, clearly annoyed at the cops reaction. He looks at me with an offended look on his face, like the cops called him a dirty name, "See?! Annoying! I can't go out to buy some pie without them following my every move. Talk about needy!"

I look at Dean weirdly, "Well I don't know Dean maybe they're 'needy' because you're a serial killer who is number one on the FBI's priority list?" I speak to him pointedly. I couldn't help the sass, it's just who I am.

Dean smiles and leans closer to me and whispers in my ear with a purr, "I like a man like that".

I shudder slightly and ask breathlessly, "Like what?"

He answers, "A man with sass and who doesn't take shit from anyone."

I continue, "How do you know I don't take shit from anyone?" I ask curiously.

He has a glint in his eye when he answers, "Well for one in all this time I've been here with you, never once have you shown any sign of fear in those cute blue eyes of yours."

I tilt my head in curiosity, "Why should there be fear in my eyes Dean?" Dean looked happy at me using his name. Strange, what was he expecting? He moves away from me and I'll admit I miss the warmth he provided.

"Castiel right?" I look at my name tag and nod "Well Cas, you are trapped in a gas station with a very well-known serial killer, are currently surrounded by cops, and well call me crazy but other people would've started crying or something, maybe begging for their lives." He had a good point I was way to calm to be considered normal but I don't know there's just something about being within Dean's atmosphere that wasn't alarming. It was comfortable, which ironically enough shouldn't be the case as he is a killer.

I don't know where the urge to tease Dean came from, it seems I'm doing things I wouldn't normally do but I couldn't withheld the next statement in even if I tried. "Well I don't know Dean do you want me to beg?" And there's that lustful gaze again.

"Oh you'll beg alright but not for your life." There was a promise in Dean's words and he didn't seem like the man who would break his promises. I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief.

"Why are you laughing?" asked Dean grumpily, he looked as if I've spit in his coffee.

I smiled and lean closer to Dean this time, "Dean we are surrounded by more then a dozen cops and all you seem to doing about that fact is complaining how needy they are or flirting with me. You also pay more attention to how unfazed I am about this situation, which in some way makes me a hypocrite, then worrying on how you're leaving here without cuffs on your hands.

Dean smiles looks outside, the cops still in position, and looks back at me, "Speaking of the cops, it seems like they are doing some research on you. They by now are thinking you must be some sort of friend of mine."

I look outside and saw what Dean was saying is true. The policemen have seemed to made themselves comfortable and have assembled a table with three expensive looking laptops with a women, who was sitting in front of the laptops, typing very quickly while some men surrounded her and kept looking up at me as if listing off details of me. The women then stopped and looked as if she had found something, she showed it to the man standing next to her and he looked up at me. He then proceeded to grab the megaphone from the previous cop that spoke before and walked in front of the group, I nudged Dean in the arm and made him look outside.

"Dean Winchester," I saw Dean narrow his eyes it seems that Dean knows the cop speaking, "please release Mr. Novak into our custody." He then turned to look at me, "Casteel please know that you're currently talking to a murderer, an emotionless being who has no interest in you but in killing you!" I'm not sure why but I felt offended by the officer's words. Was he implying Dean wouldn't like me in any other way that wasn't killing me? He also mispronounced my name, which come on is not that hard to say, Dean got it in the first try.

I looked at Dean and I wasn't expecting the look on his face, he looked angry. It probably has to do with the fact that the officer called 'emotionless'. I wouldn't let myself hope that the anger he was emitting was regarding me because of what the cop said. It seemed that Dean liked having the last word and turned to me, his face softening, "Does your store have any sort of microphone or speaker to communicate with the idiots outside?" Despite Dean speaking to me nicely, there was that withheld angry in his eyes.

I speak cautiously, "Well the store does have speaker system that plays awkward elevator music outside," I chuckle at my sad attempt of joking, "but if you want to I can connect the microphone I use to notify the customers of closing time."

He looks at me sweetly, "If that wouldn't be a problem Cas."

I smile, "Of course not Dean but you're going to have to come in here to speak in it."

I then opened the little door connected to the counter and gestured for Dean to come in. Dean looks outside and smirks at the cops he then proceeds to walk in touching me more then necessary, not that I was complaining, and stood closer to me.

The cops on the other hand did not like Dean's little stunt of moving closer to me, "Dean Winchester get away from Mr. Novak!" Dean only proceeded in flipping them off.

Dean turned to me and smirked, he seemed happier to be closer to me. I had to ignore Dean for a second while I started to set up the microphone, so I backed away and got to it. The problem was that I had to bend down in order to do so and when I did I could feel Dean's eyes burning into my ass. That man had no sense of boundaries and that's comes from a guy who has heard the words 'personal space' more then once in his lifetime.

"Hey Cas?" Dean spoke.

I looked back, turning my head, "Yes?"

He smiled cheekily, "You've got a great ass."

I blushed hard and nearly fell on my ass due to his words. I looked back forward and tried to ignore the increasing heat growing in my belly. I finished connecting the right cables and stood back up. I turned to Dean gestured for him to come over; he had apparently moved back a bit to get a better view of my ass.

It was only polite to thank Dean for his…comment, "Thank you Dean. I don't usually get many compliments and even though considering the circumstances which deem this inappropriate, it's nice to be complimented." I finished with a small smile. Dean however looked flabbergasted.

"WHAT?! What do you mean you don't get compliments?"

I laughed, "Exactly what the words mean Dean. In the community I grew up in people weren't exactly begging to get into bed with me."

Dean gasped loudly and exaggeratedly, he began pacing back and forth with a hand on his mouth he looked disturbed.

I spoke again with a genuine smile and amusement clouding my face, "It's not really that big a deal Dean."

He looked at me shocked and walked towards me and grabbed me by the shoulders gently and spoke, "Not a big deal?! Not a big deal Cas?!" I looked around with wide eyes, amusement decorating my face and nodded. "Cas you are gorgeous!" I blushed furiously, "Knowing that not many people haven't begged to be with you is outrageous and borderline crazy!"

I smile widely and step out of Dean's warm hands and push him towards the microphone, I lean towards him a little bit and whisper in his ear, "You really know how to flatter a man, don't you Winchester?" I felt him shiver, "Don't you have some cops to talk to?" When I pulled away I swear I could hear growl a little, but got back on task on hand and looked forward. "Just press the red button when you want to speak." I informed him. He nodded and I went to sit on the counter and grabbed the pie he was previously eating and started eating it myself.

He pressed the red button and spoke, "Hello? Hello can you hear me?" The cops got startled and started looking around and then towards the store. Dean smiled, "Oh! I'll take that as a yes." Dean suddenly looked angry, "I just wanted to clarify that Castiel doesn't have to be a victim of mine to get my interest." He spoke harshly.

I on the other hand stilled, I was surprised so he wasn't angry because of what the rude cop said but what he said regarding me. I couldn't and wouldn't stop the heat in my belly even if I wanted to.

Dean continued, "I mean look at him! HE'S HOT!" Oh blushing face you're back! "Ever since I came into the store he has treated me with nothing but kindness." Outside a cop leaned over to whisper to the cop next to him the other one nodding along. I wasn't the only one who saw the small interaction. Dean narrowed his eyes and spoke, "Got something to sure with the rest of the class buddy?"

The cop looked red-handed but then turned smug. He took the megaphone from rude cop and spoke, "Kindness Winchester? The boy is probably frightened out of his mind. Why would he treat you, a serial killer, with kindness?"

Dean looked confused and turned to look at me asking me a silent question. I just shrugged my shoulders in confusion. Dean then laughed, but there was something off with his laugh, "Does he look like he's about to piss himself?!" All the cops suddenly turn all of their attention towards me and I cower at the attention but wave to them unsurely. The cops looked baffled by now.

Dean looked pleased by the looks on their faces and he spoke once more but, this time his voice outlining a threat, "Look I'm tired and I want to leave and if you don't clear out in the next five minutes…" Dean then took out a gun from the back of his pants and aimed it at me, "I will shoot out Mr. Novak's brains out."

I should've be scared; should've have finally showed any sign of fear but I didn't. I still wasn't afraid. There's a gun aimed at me and I wasn't afraid.

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