Hey guys! Sorry I took a while to come out with this—the end of a semester is always the worst. To make up for it, though, this chapter is twice as long! :)

Also, PLEASE NOTE: There will be a change of POV! I know, I wasn't expecting it either... However, it has to be done for the sake of this story going in the direction I want it to. SO, that being said, change in POV will be represented by" xxx " rather than the usual " ... " which is for a time skip.

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Chapter 6: Be a Thief to Know a Thief

While introducing Cas to the ways of the thief, I realized there was one thing I was missing. Yes, he knew where to go and saw things from an external perspective but he did not understand how a thief's mind works. I decided I needed to add one more step to his "conversion," so to speak. I wasn't entirely sure how he would take it; I was expecting some sort of cute objection from the little angel. And I was right.

"You want me to do what?!" Castiel's voice cracked from surprise.

We were at my most frequented house and sitting down on one of the couches with Growley climbing all over Cassie's lap. The dog knows what's valuable, just like me.

"Darling, I'm telling you: this is the best way for you to understand a thief and be able to track down Bela easily," I crossed my legs and rested my arms on the back of the couch.

"I thought we were tracking Bela and not turning me into a criminal," he shouted nervously. I could tell that he was not expecting this at all. Poor sweetie. I really felt bad—excuse me, don't doubt me! I may be a thief, but I have sympathy, too.

"It'll only be a very small heist, Cassie; I promise," I smiled, trying to relax him a bit.

"Crowley," he started, "If I were any whoever at whatever job then maybe it wouldn't be as big of a deal—but I'm a trusted officer! This would be entirely against all of the codes I swore by!"

"Love, don't worry so much about it. I'll be doing most of it. I will just need you to help with a few things."

"That's still being an accomplice, which is bad," he frowned and then pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand while the other rested on Growley's head.

"It's not all that bad. I know how to cover my tracks, sweetie. We could just have you be the brains of the 'assignment' and I'll be doing the dirty work," I winked at him, but I could tell his anxiety didn't lessen. "Why are you so interested in finding Bela, though?"

"I already told you. I'm always behind a desk and not going out and actually doing anything productive," he looked up at me with those baby blue eyes.

"Yes, but you could do that on your own without me, yeah?"

He looked down and continued petting Growley for a while before replying at all. "Well—er, I'd have no way to know what to do… Not like Sheriff Singer or Sheriff Mills would ever let me go out on a quest like that. I had no other choice," he glanced over at me quickly before shooting his focus back at Growley.

"Was Singer the one I met when you arrested me?" I asked, curiously.

"Yes," Castiel replied.

"Ah. He's very charming."

I heard a chuckle emanate from the brown-haired anxiety-mess next to me. I raised an eyebrow, pleased that at least he was more comfortable around me.

"You promise that we won't get caught?" He seemed to be giving in, thankfully. I didn't want it all to end right there.

"We will not get caught. They don't call me the Thief of Hell for nothing," I patted him on the shoulder and gave him a slight squeeze (where I could feel those marvelous muscles) to reassure him. He gave me a side smile and scratched his jaw, obviously not sure what else to say. "It's settled, then? Can I give you the goal and you be the mastermind behind this heist?"

"We have no other way, right?" he smirked.

"That's the spirit, baby," I laughed and I could hear another chuckle from him that sounded a little more wholehearted than usual.

…

I left my thief-in-training alone for a bit after I told him the goal for the heist. I gave him papers to draw or write his plans on and let him be until he called me over again.

"Crowley, I think I may have a good plan," he called out to me while I finished putting together a snack for the two of us. I walked out with sashimi and placed it on the coffee table in front of us. "Very good, darling," I looked over at his work and casually placed an arm around his shoulder as if to support myself while I leaned forward to get a better look. He shifted his position a bit, bewildered by my actions, but soon shook it off and went back to his work. I know; I'm a sneaky bastard. Please hold the applause, dearies.

"I never realized how much being in the police force could help me with this. You know, with entrances and things like that…" He then furrowed his brow when he realized just what he was saying. He shook his head to get back into focus and pointed to a blue sheet of paper that I had not supplied him with.

"What is that?" I asked, intrigued and feeling excited for this event already.

"I took the liberty of using your laptop over there and researching for the blueprint of the museum," he tried not to smile with pride.

"Excuse me, how in the world did you get that so easily?"

"You're not the only one who has your ways," was all Castiel said in reply. I stared at him for a few moments, a bit shocked, but he seemed to not pay attention and just continued to speak: "I found a few easy entrances throughout the sides where there is usually no heavy security (since no one really knows of it), and this floor plan specifies exactly where the oldest bone ever found will be located. It's sort of in the middle of the museum, so we'll have to be really careful when maneuvering around.

"The security room is over here," he pointed to another corner of the map, "Which I can probably hack into from a distance and just give you enough time to swipe it away." He looked up at me, waiting for my approval or dissatisfaction.

"That sounds easy enough. You have hacking skills, eh?" I shook him slightly, still keeping my arm closely around his shoulder. He blushed slightly out of embarrassment, "When I was younger, I had a bit of an interest in this sort of thing. I guess me turning into a cop is a bit ironic."

"Ironic, indeed. All right, Castiel. Show me everything in detail," I let go of his shoulder and sat next to him, my elbows resting on my legs as I leaned forward to watch the plan closely.

"Okay, so this is what we'll be doing…"

…

Once the plan was all in order—which was a splendid plan, I must say—we stayed at my house until it was around two in the morning. We took a cruise in my crimson red Lincoln, which includes multiple screens and a computer and different gadgets and thieving-things in the backseat to fulfill my heart's desire. Castiel sat in there in wonder as he realized this was the car I was in when he first met me.

"Never would have guessed, yeah?" I grinned as I jumped in the driver's seat. "All right, we'll have to make sure we park somewhere a good distance from here which will not be suspicious at all," I said half to myself.

We found a little strip of stores that are open 24/7 along with a friendly bar in the corner. "I think this will fit just right," I said as I pulled into a random parking spot.

"Will you be okay walking over there by yourself?" Castiel asked quickly, almost as if he didn't realize those words were coming out of his mouth.

"Why, you make me feel all tingly when you worry about me, hon."

"I-I just meant that—you won't get caught easily, right?" He didn't really expect my response either.

"Love, I've been doing this for a very long time. I know how to handle this. Just worry about how you're doing, my thief-in-training," I turned around to face him and he scowled at the nickname. He threw the earpiece and mic at my face as if in a child's fit, which I found very amusing. "Thanks," I replied as I reached towards him and messed up his hair before walking out of the car without looking back. I could only imagine that little look of disapproval on his face, and it pleased me.

"Can you hear me?" I heard his gravelly voice through the earpiece.

"Loud and clear, lovely." I continued walking and slipped into the trees that were surrounding the place.

It was a simply boring trek towards the museum, so I will spare you a waste of time. Once I reached the museum, Castiel started speaking to me as if he could tell where I was.

"I do," he stated as-a-matter-of-factly, "I made sure to turn on the GPS and camera on the set I gave you."

"Where in the world did you get that? Never mind—don't answer that. We have more pressing matters to worry about. So here's where the supposed side entrance is?"

"Yes. It may sort of just look like there's a random lock there, but it is a door. Lock picking it should be easy—"

"Of course it'll be easy. You're forgetting who you're talking to, Cassie," I scoffed. I put on gloves, found the lock and started working at it. Within less than a few seconds, I had it done. "Told you," I added, feeling a bit cocky.

Ignoring any retort Castiel had, I walked inside the dark and cold room. It looked like it was used for storage, so everything was cluttered. It was also a bit cramped, so I had to be careful while maneuvering around the boxes and rickety, metal shelves. "You'd think they'd take care of the place a bit more," I mused.

"What?" the charming voice from the other end piped up.

"No need for alarm; I was only talking to myself."

I reached outside the room and looked around. It looked pretty empty to me—maybe only one person on watch. I've robbed many places before, so I was used to expecting security at certain places. Castiel was very helpful with the "careful around here"s and "look out for sensors around here"s and occasional "watch out for that security camera"s.

There was a guard walking around, but come on; it was so easy to pass by her. She was obviously tired and not expecting anything to happen as it was always boring for years. I slipped into the shadows and waited for her to pass by with her dim flashlight. I walked around behind her and across the walls. I eventually got away from her and reached my final destination. "He-llo, beautiful," I exclaimed under my breath.

"Crowley, there are security sensors all around here. Let me try to temporarily disable them." I then heard furious typing and a few moments later the voice came back, whispering, "You have three minutes. Do it now."

To no one's surprise, I swiftly got into the glass box without breaking it and replaced the priceless bone with a chicken leg where Castiel calculated a weight equivalent to that of the bone I just took so the sensors wouldn't notice a weight change once they came back on. After seamlessly going through the process without breaking even a little sweat, I rushed out of the scene of the crime.

There was another guard on watch, but that was even easier a task. He seemed to be dozing off against a plastic chair that was leaning against one of the walls right across from me. I passed by him with ease and reached the storage room effortlessly.

Once I reached the car, I could see Castiel's anxious eyes looking for me. Once he saw me approaching the car, I noticed his body loosen and he leaned back against the seat.

I jumped into the driver's seat and looked at Cas through the rearview mirror. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I was just worried the whole time that this plan wasn't going to work… Are you sure that this was completely necessary for me learning how to track Bela undercover with you?" He was breathing as if he had run a marathon.

"That was the only way, love. And you've proven that you know how to do it. You've just gone through the last step on how to be a thief. How do you feel?"

"Dirty," he admitted, but then a grin appeared on his face as he started to laugh.

"Come on—let's go celebrate! We'll worry about this little buggar and sell tomorrow," I said as I put the car in reverse.

"How about we just relax?" Castiel asked, putting his hands behind his head.

"Need me to drop you off at home?" I pulled out of the parking spot and went into the road.

"Nah; we can relax together. We never actually ate the sashimi you put together. Wouldn't want that to go to waste." He then closed his eyes—I could tell he was tired. I was a bit confused, though, that he didn't want to disappear and not see me until we had to work on our search for Bela. Of course I didn't mind, sillies—I was just surprised.

"Ah—you serious? Okay, that's fine." I couldn't really find the words to reply to his comment. With that, I drove us back to my house in silence.

xxx

"Hey, Sammy. We have some news."

"What is it?"

"Looks like someone hit the local museum sometime last night or this morning without anyone noticing. Looks like everything is in tip-top shape—nothing was damaged or anything. The only difference is the fact that a priceless, ancient bone from too many years ago to count was replaced with a chicken leg."

My name's Sam Winchester, and the shorter guy with spiked, brown hair and green eyes is my brother Dean. We're bounty hunters.

"Sounds like our job," Dean stretched as he threw the newspaper onto the cheap table—that seems like it's going to break at any second—supplied in the motel room.

"Sounds like our guy," I replied, running my hand through my hair.

"You mean the Thief of Hell? Yeah, sounds like him to be a nit-picky sonuvabitch when it comes to stealing."

We don't really live anywhere anymore. We live on the road and go from motel to motel tracking down criminals, and we've kind of had an amazement with this Thief of Hell—whoever they were. We had nothing but speculations at that point and thousands of different images that people have described for his appearance. However, we did know his ways and understood how to track his work. Since we weren't on any tight schedule where we had to search for a murderer or serial killer, we went on our long-term search for this man—or woman, actually. We honestly had no clue of sex either.

"Let's go talk to the people from the museum?" I suggested.

"I thought you'd never ask," Dean grinned at me and we took off on his Impala '67 towards our destination. We were determined to find this person; whoever they were.