A/N: This chapter is pretty short, I'm aware, but the next one should be similar in length to the first one. Enjoy!

A cluster of shimmering rings, necklaces, bracelets, pendants and earrings fell out of the bag and softly clanked against the glass table. Roman let out a whistle of surprise before picking up a ruby necklace between his fingers. "Nice."

"I'll have to check the exact prices of all of this tomorrow." Dean sat at the table, scanning everything he managed to steal from the store and feeling pretty satisfied.

"Think it'll be enough?"

"For what?"

Roman's eyes were still focused on the necklace, gliding his fingers over the rubies and examining them carefully. "For you not to continue robbing stores."

"We'll see. I believe that this here should get me around two hundred grand. I wanna invest it in something smart."

"Strip clubs and booze?" Roman laughed, getting a smirk from Dean in response.

"Nah, man, I already told you that I wanna get my own place. I've been living with you for almost a year now."

"You know I don't mind. Especially because you're the best loan shark I've ever had."

Dean wrinkled his nose. "Not 'loan shark'. 'Enforcer' sounds better."

"Fine, enforcer then."

"You're still gonna pay me if I move out, right?"

"As long as you keep doing the dirty work for me, yes."

"Good, because being a robber isn't my thing." Dean chuckled. "I prefer stealing socks and shaving cream from Wal-Mart, like a good citizen."

"Just don't get lazy", Roman warned him. "Or I'm gonna find someone else to replace you."

"I'll have to pay the bills somehow, man", Dean shrugged. "And this is the easiest way."

"Great." Roman brought the ruby necklace in his hands to Dean's eye level. "You're gonna sell this to me after you find out the price."

"Should I buy you a matching red gown?"

"It's for my wife, smartass. She likes red."

"Alright, alright." Dean smirked to himself and started spreading all the jewelry across the table. "You know how I got to Red Rock?"

"How?" Roman handed him the necklace before joining him at the table.

"A hot chick dropped me off."

A deep crease appeared between Roman's eyebrows. "How did that happen?"

"It doesn't matter how it happened. What matters is that I remembered her license plate number and I'm gonna bring her a little something as a sign of gratitude when I find out where she lives."

Roman couldn't help but grimace. "Sign of gratitude? More like 'I wanna get into your panties' sign."

Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyway, do you know any people who can do it for me? Find out who she is?"

"What would I be if I didn't know such people?" Roman asked, snickering.

"Great then." Dean pulled out his phone and scribbled a combination of numbers and letters on a piece of paper, handing it to Roman. "They'll need this."

Roman nodded, yawning. "I'll give them a call before I go to bed. They'll probably send me the info by the morning."

Dean gave him thumbs up before he walked out of the dining room, leaving Dean alone with the jewelry.

He didn't know a whole lot about the way those things were priced, but he was certain that there had to be some information on the Internet. Besides, he knew that the place he got the jewelry from was known to be a luxury store, so he expected four- or five-figure numbers. He typed the store's name on his phone and checked for the most expensive pieces on its website. Roman's ruby necklace was worth nearly $10,000, but there were even pricier things on the table than that one. He soon found out that the bulky diamond necklace on the right edge of the table was priced at $65,000. The more time he spent exploring the page, the more he was blown away. The least expensive piece he stole was worth $600.

He couldn't help the anxiety kicking in after becoming aware of those numbers. He usually prided himself for being a laid-back, calm person, but this was too much for him to swallow in that moment. He quickly got on his feet, pushed his phone into the pocket of his jeans and collected all jewelry back in the bag, the sudden paranoia making him overridden with adrenaline once again. Sleeping with a gun on his nightstand was a must for him that night.