While Dean is cursing, struggling and hissing at the cops, who are dragging him towards a police car, Castiel has enough time to think about what the hell he's just said to the criminal.
Of course, Dean Winchester is one hell of a handsome devil, but promising him to fuck his brains out, is crazy and reckless. And Castiel wonders what has come over him. The blue-eyed agent loosens the tie around his neck, accompanying Dean with a calm, steady gaze.
Due to some misunderstandings and a long-term rivalry between Springfield's Police Station and FBI, Dean Winchester is to be held at the local police station before transferring him to the FBI office in Philadelphia next morning. And Castiel Novak is the one who has to take him there.
Interrogation does not give them much information; Dean is silent, just keeps smirking smugly. Their questions about his strategy, possible allies or future targets are left unanswered. After six long, wasted hours, Castiel leaves the police station to take a break and have something to eat. As for Dean, he is thrown into a prison cell to await his transfer to Philadelphia the next day.
Castiel returns to the station late at night. All the employees are gone, except one clerk on duty, who's sitting at his desk eating a burrito and watching a baseball game.
Novak shows him his FBI badge, demanding that he must see the convict brought in that day.
"Who's playing?" Castiel asks randomly, looking at the TV.
"Orioles vs Giants. Fantastic game," responds the guy, whose name according to his badge is Ethan.
"Great. Just give me the keys from his cell and you can continue watching," Castiel says with a small smile.
"Down the corridor and take a left," Ethan gives him the keys. "But I need you to leave your weapon on this desk."
"Why is that?" Castiel asks, surprised.
"Since one of your agents blew someone's brains out in a cell, we have new rules." Ethan shrugs. "Not my fault."
"It's alright." Castiel pulls his gun out, putting it on the desk. "Down the corridor and to the left, right?"
"Yep, you got that right." Ethan says without looking up.
Castiel stops in front of Dean's cell. Behind the wide, metal bars he can see Dean lying on a bed. The man has his eyes closed and hands tucked under his head. His thighs clad in tight jeans are spread wide, as if inviting Castiel to get between them and…
"You see something that you like?" Dean's voice is deep and sweet, as if coated in honey and Castiel swallows hard. "Nice to see you again, Cas."
Castiel tries his best not to look at Dean's smug face and begins to fumble with the keys. "When did it get so hot in here?" he thinks feverishly, trying his best to look composed and strict.
Finally Novak manages to open the cell, stepping inside. Dean sits up, looking at the FBI agent curiously. His green eyes roam all over Castiel's body and the criminal makes a contented, humming sound in his throat.
"If you came here for answers to your questions from earlier, I'm afraid I will disappoint you," Dean stands up, folding his arms against his chest.
"Dean, you do realize that you are facing life imprisonment, don't you? Sixty-two robbed banks, illegal possession of weapons, plus various misdemeanors." Castiel tilts his head to the side. "I suggest you cooperate with us."
"And what if I don't?" Dean smirks, looking at Castiel provocatively.
Novak is silent for a second, before leaning towards Dean's ear, responding in a gravely voice:
"Then I suppose I will have to fuck it out of you!"