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He had spent the remainder of his Sunday in a kind of hazy daze. He was certain that his feet were not on the ground as he walked about. Nothing could have prepared him for this. He worked his way through the house cleaning and tried not to text Dean every five minutes about whatever random thing came into his head. He was doing a good job too, I am a focused man. Totally not obsessing. Totally keeping it together. The popcorn in the room took forever to clean up as it was crushed into the carpet and spread about into every little nook and cranny.

I thought that I was going to get a little help with this. I should text Dean and harass him about leaving this task for me. Then he thought about it and decided to save that text for later. I don't need to look desperate. He only just left a couple of hours ago.

And that was how his Sunday went. Lots of little internal monologues and cleaning. He was in some ways looking forward to the distraction that Monday would bring. He also worried some about what Tuesday would bring. He was not looking forward to that. And as if his thoughts had magically triggered events, his fax machine kicked on and began spewing out paper.

On a Sunday? He walked over to it and looked down at the cover sheet that came through. It was from the law offices of Singh and Saltzman. And so it begins. The paperwork covered much of the work that they had done for Lucky over the past year. They were seemingly handing off only the most recent stuff, since, if his memory served, they had been representing Lucky's interests for nearly a decade. Most of what he could glean from the papers in front of him concerned Crowley's pharmaceutical dealings. I am not awake enough for this. He set the papers aside and poured himself another cup of coffee before returning to them.

He pulled out his laptop and opened his email, planning to message Gabe to come over and help him with the papers. He totally wants to do this even if he is on leave. Instead he found a message from Gabe. The subject line read: Fluffy Baby Bears.

He did not even think about it. He opened the video attachment fully expecting to see another karaoke night video. Instead, he was given a very intense sex scene from one of Gabe's go-to pornos. Cas immediately clicked the x on the viewer, threw his head back, and laughed a little. Okay, Gabe you got me. You are the king of the long con. He opened up a browser then and decided to look up news footage on Crowley. He had to admit, he was not as informed on his latest doings as he would like to be going in.

The first video was from MSNBC. The shot began with a scene of Crowley talking to a reporter. He was saying, "The people have said what they want. They want this vaccine. They want to know that when the Ebola outbreak in Africa gets to our shores that our drugs will be there to save them. So the FDA can bleep around all they want, but the people won't put up with it."

Crowley started to walk away when the reporter asked, "What will you do if the FDA does not approve your vaccine? Will you market it overseas exclusively?"

"Our drug is already being used overseas to great effect. The fact that the FDA is balking at it here is just foolhardy. They will approve it. I just hope that they don't wait for more people to start dying."

Cas stopped the video then and thought about the confidence that Crowley showed in front of the camera. He was much better at the interviews than Ezra. He glanced over at the papers and realized that one of the cases being outlined there concerned the Ebola vaccine. He decided to send an email over to Gabe.

It was a simple message. "Come over and help me with the Crowley paperwork. You owe me. I watched the video."

Ten minutes later there was a knock on his door. He opened it to find Gabe standing there with his casual smirk. "Liked the video did we?"

"Long story short, no." Cas beckoned him in and added, "Get you a drink?"

"Sure. Beer me up, Cassie." Gabe walked over to the table and looked down at the papers spread out over the top. "So you and Deany have a nice night?"

"Yep." Cas did not elaborate as he brought the beer over to the table. He couldn't help but smile a little though.

"Oh, you so want to talk, and I so don't want too many details." Gabe smirked. He sat down and pulled out one of the papers on the vaccine. "What's this stuff? I thought that we were taking care of their tax evasion problem."

"Your guess is as good as mine. He told me at the party that we were going to work a different case. He hadn't hinted at this though. I am meeting with him on Tuesday, but I don't want to go in blind. This seems like a bunch of stuff that is outside our pay grade." Cas sat across from him.

"Hmm." Gabe was reading one of the papers and was no longer listening to him. He was often like this. It was hard for him to maintain his frivolous facade when a case really grabbed him. This one was starting to grab him. "Did you read this?" He passed a paper over to Cas.

Cas looked down at it and said, "I haven't really read any of it."

"I'll give you the gist of that one. The FDA approved human trials, but the other paper…" Gabe slid over a second sheet, "This one says that the trials were never approved."

"Is this for the Ebola vaccine?"

"Yes, I think that they are planning to have us work solely with their pharmaceutical cases." Gabe leaned back then, "This is huge. Niveus Pharmaceuticals is poised for greatness right now. If the vaccine takes off, well that will be just amazing. Of course they will have some stiff competition from GlaxoSmithKline. They already got the green light on their human trials."

"So, how can they be approved and not approved at the same time?" Cas pulled over some of the documents.

"That, my dear Cas, is the million dollar question."

They spent the evening pouring through the papers without hardly a word between them. The hours that passed were hardly noticed until the buzz from Cas' phone startled him out of his quiet focus. It was Dean.

I don't have a picture of you.

"Who is interrupting us?" Gabe reached across and snatched the phone from Cas. He read the text as Cas tried to snatch the phone back. Gabe rocked out of reach and then said, "What shall I text loverboy? Oh, the possibilities." He dodged around the table as Cas stood and moved to intercept him.

"Don't." He moved to the left. Gabe moved to the right.

"He wants a picture. Let's see what we can send him." Gabe seemed to be scrolling through his phone. Cas made another move to the left and then Gabe moved further toward the right.

"I kid you not Gabe, I will never forgive you. Give me the phone." He practically ran then around the table, but Gabe ran too.

Then Gabe held up the phone and took a picture of Cas from across the table. He looked like he was scrolling, then he calmly set the phone down on the table and slid it over. "See, no harm."

Cas picked up the phone and looked down at what Gabe had done. The picture that he had taken and sent was mostly unflattering. He looked angry and sick all at once. It could have been worse. It was then that he looked up to find Gabe fiddling with his own phone. "What are you doing?" Cas felt a wave of concern rising in his gut.

"Oh, nothing." Gabe began gathering papers off of the table. "I'm going to take some of this home. I'll have it back in the morning. Tata." Gabe waved as he rushed out of the door.

His phone buzzed then and it was Dean.

Two questions: Why are you pissed, and why am I receiving random porn?

Stupid Gabe.

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