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Any road. Here we go again. Are ya ready?
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Dean had spent the weekend, or at least Saturday afternoon, trying very hard to forget the piercingly bright blue eyes and messy black hair of the driver of the Lincoln Continental. The pimped out Lincoln Continental, who would have such a car? (Castiel.) But we are going of track. He had tried really hard not to think about the guy. About how amazingly sexy Dean had found him, or how his skin sizzled when their eyes met. By Saturday evening he was going crazy, seeing blue eyes everywhere. He needed to know who the hell the guy was. Though he told himself it was because the guy was going to Bobby's and as Bobby had always been like a second father to him then he just wanted to make sure that the guy wasn't going to cause him any trouble. (Yeah right, you keep telling yourself that Dean.)
this was how he found himself sitting at the bar of The Roadhouse on Saturday night trying to get the attention of Ellen. Yes he was well aware that the easiest way to find out about the guy would be to ask Bobby, but he knew his old mentor too well. If he showed even the slightest interest in the guy Bobby would be trying to think of ways to set them up. Bobby had for years been going on to Dean about how he needed to find a partner and settle down, the issue was that it was quite hard to do that when your so far in the closet that you're taking tea in Narnia. Well he wasn't really. He was well aware that his sexual orientation tended more towards men than it did women, not that didn't like women he did, he just liked men more. But that wasn't really the done thing for a cop. And though Bobby and his dad had known no one else was aware. He hadn't even told Sammy. Mainly cos he had enough lectures from the kid about finding a nice girl and settling down, he didn't need to add ones about how he should allow people to accept him how he was. Not that he thought anyone wouldn't. Just he didn't want to take the chance you know? He liked his life. He wasn't planing on changing it any time soon. Not even for the sexy eyes he'd seen this morning. (Oh Dean. How little you know. Do you really think you get a choice this time? Sorry but I'm just not that nice.)
But that was why he was asking Ellen. He didn't think Bobby had told her (really? Their married Dean of course she knows. Plus she runs a bar. She will see everything.) so he didn't think he would get the third degree or knowing looks he would get from Bobby. Nor was he likely to run into the guy at every turn when he visited Bobby's just cause he asked questions. (Umm sorry Dean but you are. Though not because you asked questions. More cos Bobby is so fed up with talking to you he has kinda skipped that bit and gone straight for action. Sorry.)
Ellen came over once she had finished serving the customers. Dean had said he wanted to talk and she was intrigued about what. She was well aware of her husbands latest plans for Dean, though she really didn't think it would work. If Dean couldn't even tell Sam the truth did Bobby really think he was just going fall for a stranger and go on a date with him? (We hope so Ellen. We all thoroughly back Bobby's plan.)
"Hey Dean, so what's up?" She asked wiping down the bar while they talked.
"Umm...when I was leaving yours earlier I met another car on track to your house. Didn't know the guy in it. Just wondered what business he had with Bobby." Dean said nonchalantly (I love that word) as if he really didn't care about the answer.
Ellen's inside eyebrows rose (you know the imaginary ones that Dean couldn't see) as she realised that for once her husband might well be right. Hmm, she would definitely have to tell Bobby of this development but first things first. "He's appraising Bobby's books for him." she said, giving the bare minimum of information. She wondering how much Dean really wanted to know.
"Yeah? Where did he find that guy? I mean his car is a pimpmobile. You sure he's on the level?" Dean asked. He didn't think he sounded desperate for information, not when he said the car stuff. It made him look like he was just looking out for Bobby. Which he was damn it. He had no other reason. He had to keep reminding himself of this. (okay Dean, you do that.)
"He's the owner of Angel Books in town. Don't worry Dean he's on the level. In fact he comes highly recommended by Chuck." Ellen answered giving Dean the information that he needed to find out whatever he wanted.
Dean nodded. Okay if Chuck said the guy was okay then he was probably right. At least when it came to books, Chuck knew everything you could about the damn things. Dean never really understood that but still, each to their own. And now he had the info he could look up the guy anyway, he was a detective after all. Not that he would use the police database to search him or anything like that. (Of course not.) with a smile Ellen walked away to serve some more, pretty sure that as soon as Dean got home he would be googling the bookshop and its owner.
It was now Monday afternoon and Dean had had a very frustrating weekend. It seemed the owner of Angel Books really didn't want his name on anything the public could access. Well that's the way Dean thought of it and not that he wasn't very computer savvy at all. He had spent the morning trying to do a database search on the shop but every time he tried he got interrupted. Usually by Garth asking him something pointless. By two o'clock he was ready to explode at the next interruption. It was at this point Charlie walked into the station for her meeting with him.
Charlie walked up to the precinct building, wondering how she was going to tackle this meeting. When she had called and spoken to the chief he had recommended many different detectives for her to shadow, but she was adamant that it be Dean. The chief agreed but only if Detective Winchester also agreed. He didn't sound very hopeful about that. She just had to find the way in with this guy. With that thought she made her way inside.
"Detective Winchester?" Charlie asked as she approached Dean's desk.
"What?!" he snapped slamming down his mouse with a lot more force than Charlie felt was really necessary, though she thought any force used against computer equipment was too much.
"Hi. I'm Charlie Bradbury. I'm here to discuss shadowing you for research for my book." She said with a smile.
"What? You ain't shadowing me lady." Dean replied frowning. He vaguely remembered the Chief coming and saying he had a meeting today but he really wasn't paying much attention at the time. Speaking of which the redhead was talking again. He should probably listen.
"...please. It wouldn't be all the time I have another job. Just a few hours a week when I'm not working in the bookshop..." Wait did she just say bookshop? Dean wondered zoning back out of whatever she was rambling on about. Hmm, how many bookshops where there in town? Could she work at the one that guy owned? Only one way to find out.
"What bookshop?" Dean asked interrupting Charlie while she was giving him the plot of her 'book'. Momentarily confused by the question she looked closely at the man in front of her. Why was he interested in what bookshop she worked at? Hmm, interesting, she would have to investigate that. But later first answer the question.
"Angel Books. On the high street." She replied never taking her eyes off of Dean. Which is why she saw the slight widening of his eyes before he made sure his face was a mask.
"What's the owners name of that place again?" Dean asked casually hoping that this girl wouldn't notice anything. (to late Dean she already has.)
"Why?" Charlie asked smiling openly while she perched on Dean desk. If he didn't want the information so badly he would have told her to get the hell off.
"Need to get a character reference on you." Dean lied.
"Hmmm, okay. Its Castiel Novak." Charlie replied amusement coming to her face as she watched Dean deflate as if she had just solved the most taxing of riddles. (Ah Charlie to him you just did.)
"Okay. Fine you can shadow me and Garth, Detective Fitzgerald." Dean finally said. He had a name for the man now. Castiel, it sounded exotic, yet ethereal. Like the name of an angel. It suited the guy he had seen. He certainly looked the part of an angel at any rate. Not that that was why Dean was interested he repeated to himself. Though it was getting harder and harder for him to believe that. (Yeah I bet it is.)