I'm finally back! I'm so sorry it took me forever. I got a bit of artist block and wrote this chapter little by little. I finally got the inspiration that finished the chapter, so here you go! Enjoy :) Fave/follow/review if you like it, please! I'd like to hear what you think about it :)

Chapter 5: How to Be a Thief, Step One

It had been a week since Cassie and I formed our "partnership" (or whatever you'd like to call it) and we finally set up to meet up again at Martini's. This time, I was the one waiting—honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised if he got cold feet and didn't show up. He did, though, end up showing up just a few minutes later.

"Hello, Crowley," I heard that well-known voice behind me.

I turned around from the barstool and smiled, "Ah, Castiel. I was starting to think you bailed out on me."

"I wouldn't back out on something like this, don't worry," he attempted at a reassuring smile in return, but I could tell that he was still a bit nervous.

"So, I need to teach you the tricks to being practical, right?" I asked while I slid him a drink that I had bought for him. I could sense a smirk about to happen.

"You mean stealing, right?" he took the glass and tapped it with his right index finger once before taking a sip and sitting down. I chuckled and noticed as he licked his lips in thought and couldn't help but appreciate those seemingly soft, pink and oddly-but-magnificently-shaped lips. He also noticed that I grew quiet and started searching for a new sentence.

I decided to take that opportunity to speak, "I'm going to bring you to each of the places I frequent and also introduce you to everyone… But you have to make sure that you talk and act in a… Less authority manner, yeah?" I winked at him.

"Right…" he chuckled a bit, starting to loosen up a bit, "I'll try my best." He then cleared his throat after thinking for a few moments. "What about Bela?"

"Her whereabouts are unknown at the moment, and she knows the police is onto her. It'll be a bit tough to find her, which is fine, though, because we've got you and me on her trail. We'll get to it just right after I'm done fitting you in with the crowd, dearie," I responded.

…

I first made sure we'd fix his appearance (however nice it was) so he didn't look entirely clumsy or too official-like. I dragged the blue eyes to a place called Hot Topic—surely you lovelies have heard of it? I threw him a black buttoned-down shirt and a pair of jeans and sneakers that were very expensive, might I add.

He walked into the changing room while I waited outside the door. "You can afford this?"

I laughed whole-heartedly at the joke, "Of course, darling. My profession allows it." I knew I couldn't see him, but I could just imagine a stern look of disapproval on that lovely face of his. I looked into one of the full-length mirrors that was next to me and licked my fingers and then smoothed out my hair while I waited. "You almost done, Prince?" I smiled smugly while waiting for a reply.

I heard a sigh of annoyance and he walked out of the room with a frustrated look on his face. "I've not worn this much casual clothing even in my own house," he grunted, trying to fold the collar of his shirt. I slapped those hands away and made the back stick up and not tuck in. He scowled at me and ran his hand through his hair to neaten it a bit.

"Castiel, how many days off have you gotten in the past 10 years?" I asked half-jokingly.

"I'm… not sure… Not very many," he replied seriously.

"Ah," I scratched the back of my neck, "Well, you have a lot to get used to, then!" I patted him on the back. "Let's go! Go ahead and put it on my bill, Lilith."

"Of course, Crowley. Hope to see you again soon," the cashier I've always seen there with long, blonde curls and usually wearing all red waved at us as we walked out.

"I look ridiculous. Are you sure Lilith is a good opinion?" Cas looked at me while we continued walking.

"Lilith is very charming and has great taste in clothes. I trust in her opinions," I put my hand to my chest in an offended fashion, but he seemed to not notice, or at least not take heed. "Well, anyway, it's time for you to now learn about our environments. Thieves don't steal and hide in the corners of an alleyway—no, no! We have class, and we meet up with class. Just you wait and see," I put my arm around his shoulders to lead the way. He seemed to flinch slightly at the touch but didn't move away, so I took the opportunity and didn't let go.

…

We finally reached one of the many top-secret bars that I attend on a weekly basis. Within the first step of the room, we were approached.

"Hello, Crowley. Who is this new guy you got with ya?" A woman with wavy, brown hair down to her shoulders and a pale face with a wide jaw but delicate features approached me. "Ah, 'ello, Megan," I waved slightly and pulled Cas by the arm to continue walking without carrying on the conversation, but—

"My name's Meg, not Megan, you flirt; I thought you knew that by now," she smirked and followed close behind.

Smiling at Cassie in a way I did not entirely enjoy, Meg reached her hand out to him and continued speaking, "He-llo, Clarence, nice to meet ya."

"My name's not Clarence. It's Castiel," he furrowed his brow in confusion but still took her hand to shake with slight hesitation.

"How come I've never seen him around before, Crowley? He new?" she tilted her head to the side and observed the man. "I'm sorry, Castiel, I don't mean to be rude; I'm just… a curious person," she smiled and then laughed slightly.

Meg is a nice thief—for a lack of better words—but she has a way of finding out my secrets and I would rather no one find out about this. Excuse me, I needed everything to my advantage, you know.

"Nothing interesting here, poppet. He is new, yes, and I'm just showing him around, since he doesn't know anyone else," I tried ending the conversation.

"How'd he only know you? I've never seen you walk around with anyone unless there was something to your advantage—no offense," she put her hand on my shoulder.

"None taken—ah—now, Meg, honestly, if you will excuse us. We'll see you around—"

"Actually, Crowley, I've heard how you set the police on Bela," Meg bit her tongue playfully, ignoring my interest in walking away. "Should any of us be worried about a police man hot on our trail?" she teased.

"No, not unless I've got a beef with you, which I do not," I chuckled and noticed that Castiel's eyes widened at the mention of Bela and the police.

"Clarence, you okay over there? Don't worry, Crowley won't sick them on you if that's what you're worried about. He seems to like you, and I can see why," Meg put a hand to her hip and flashed him a smile. Castiel smiled back nervously.

"All right, I'll let you two have alone time and I'll catch you later. Tata, Crowley—and goodbye Clarence," Meg waved and walked away happily.

"She seems nice," Castiel said slowly, "But she doesn't realize my name is not Clarence."

"Just be careful—thieves are thieves no matter what. You can never trust them one hundred percent," I pulled him by the arm away from the crowd in the middle of the room.

"Including you?"

I smirked and winked at him, "It wouldn't be complete fun if you could trust me one hundred percent, aren't I right, love?"