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Chapter 9: Double Agent—Twice

"So, as I was saying before: Bela is apparently working for someone, but not just anybody. This guy is a mob boss, and many call him Lucifer some reason or another," Meg scoffed, "His real name is probably Nick or something. Anyway, this guy apparently means business and has a bunch of little, obedient thieves working for him; Bela included."

"You mean to tell me there are many people we deal with who are working for this man?" I felt my interest increase even more.

"Yeah. I have no clue how many there are—they don't seem to actually interact with anyone but Lucifer himself," Meg added.

Castiel crossed his arms in front of him on the table and leaned forward. "If you know all of this information, do you know exactly where they are located?" he asked. This caused Meg to look a bit frantic, which is not her usual poise.

"We don't even know if Bela would be staying there or not," she frowned.

"Do you know where the place is or not?" I asked, pushing Cassie's question. I could see that Meg was biting the inside of her cheek, her eyes trailing away from the both of us, and her fingers strumming the table quickly. She then turned back to us and leaned forward. "And if I did know? What would you do? Just waltz into there? You gotta remember that he's not just a thief—he's a mob boss, for Pete's sake," she smiled weakly, "I'm pretty sure that you two wouldn't be able to take him on."

"You wouldn't go with us?" Castiel asked. Ah, always asking the right questions—that's my boy.

"I said I was in on giving you information—I never said my hands would get dirty," she raised her hands in front of her, her voice quivering a bit as she spoke.

"Is there something you're not telling us? Why wouldn't you go?" Cas jumped in again—it seemed that he did his police job better when he wasn't actually being a policeman.

"I have my own, personal reasons," Meg spoke slowly as she turned to look at me as if to ask what Cas was doing. I smiled at her and crossed my arms across my chest. None of us spoke for a while; it was mostly staring, and Meg didn't feel too inclined to speak until the silence was overbearing:

"Okay, okay! You want to know why? Fine, I'll tell you why! But you're not allowed to tell anyone, otherwise I'll slit your throats," she paused and when neither of us said anything, she sighed deeply and looked down while she spoke, "I became a part of the crew, so to speak."

"Jackpot! You're a part of that bloody organization? Lead us right to—" I started to speak, but Meg slapped the table to interrupt me.

"I wasn't done talking," she scoffed, most likely offended. "Anyway, I left a while ago. I wasn't on good terms with anyone there thanks to Bela. Ironically enough, she's the reason why I joined. She came to me and helped me up when I wasn't doing too well, and tried to make me feel guilty when I didn't want to help her. I met Lucifer through her, and he was basically like a father to me… That is, until Bela decided she would scheme to make me seem untrustworthy. Long story short, she made it seem like I did something and, in return, Lucifer got angry at me and I chose to leave. I have no clue if they're still located in the same place. Probably moved to a new location once I left so I wouldn't find them again," she finished with a sigh.

Well, this new piece of information was not as great as I hoped. "But, you're saying that Bela is most likely hiding under the wings of this Lucifer?" I asked, twiddling my thumbs mindlessly.

"I don't see where else she'd run to, honestly," Meg replied and then took a sip from her drink. "She's an obedient, little cockroach," she uttered the last part with disgust.

Cas wasn't really talking—he seemed to be thinking to himself, putting pieces together. Meg turned to him, also noticing his silence. "Any thoughts you'd like to share with the class?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If you take us to where you used to reside at, there may be some clues left as to where they ran off to, or at least the general idea," Cassie finally let out after a few seconds.

"I'm pretty sure they cleared off everything. This organization has been held together for years on end—I don't think they'd overlook something like that," Meg retorted with a sneer.

"I'm not so sure about that, love," I interjected, "See, Cassie here is a specialist in this type of thing." I winked at Cas, who looked at me with a warning expression on his face. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, baby, I wanted to say, but that wouldn't be a very good idea—so, instead, I just gave him a reassuring look.

"A specialist, hm?" Meg grinned devilishly, "What else are you a specialist at, pretty boy?"

"I—I just know how to observe," Castiel replied, feeling a bit on the spot. He then looked at his watch; "We just can't do it after four."

"We should have time to do it now," I observed, seeing it was only eleven in the morning, "Don't worry, darling, we'll be finished before four."

"All right, let's hop to it, then—" Meg started, but I interrupted her before she could jump off and away from the table.

"Ah, ah, ah, sweetie; don't forget to pay your bill," I wagged my finger and smiled at her, noticing she was trying to steal her way from paying.

She smiled sarcastically and slumped back down to the table while I flagged down the waiter for the bills. "I do, though, appreciate your enthusiasm for this case," I added.

Leaning forward (she seemed to do that a lot for some reason), Meg put a hand on mine and replied: "As much as you're not too much of a pain in the ass, this isn't to help you. It's for my own, selfish needs, yeah?"

"I'm pretty sure that's why we're all here, honey," I clicked my tongue with a smile and then trailed my eyes over to Cas. He didn't understand, but Meg caught on right away.

"Right. Well, let's get over with paying so we can stop being so sentimental," Meg laughed half-heartedly.

...

I was the one who drove us over to the old location because Meg didn't want her car being seen anywhere close to that area. She sat in the passenger seat and Cas in the back—I almost protested, but I wanted to make sure she was happy and wouldn't leave this investigation before we were done.

It took a while, turning here and turning there every minute—I have to say, dearies, it was a well-hidden spot. I was getting bored in the car and nothing good was on the radio, so we all drove in silence except for the occasional directions from Meg.

Once we reached the area, Meg turned to look at Cas behind her seat and asked, "So, you think you can find any type of information that leads us to them?"

"I'll see what I can do," Cas replied in a cute, shy tone.

"Oh, hush. I'm sure you'll get us some leads," I turned in my seat as well. He looked up at me and gave me a small smile of embarrassment. Meg looked over at me and rolled her eyes, quickly jumping out of the car so we would follow suit.

"So… You sure this is the place, hon?" I asked while observing the area. It was in a clearing of trees, the ground made of gravel and dirt, presumably a place for many trees and grass years and years ago. Up ahead was a very old building—it looked like an abandoned factory of some sort. It was definitely run-down and not a pretty one at that.

"Yep, this is it. And it doesn't look like anyone is here. There's usually one or two people somewhere around the front of the building or on the ceiling," she noted while she scoped the area.

Cas closed the door behind him and squinted while he watched the place in front of us. He then looked down at the ground. "How long ago did you leave the… organization?" Cassie asked, looking back up to Meg.

"Hmm, probably one year ago," she replied after thinking for a few moments.

"I see some footprints and tire marks but most of them are almost faded. I would guess that they left around that time, too. If we find something here, who knows if it'll lead us to the place they'd be staying at now," he explained.

"Well, they like to stay in one spot for as long as possible… And, well… People are usually killed off if they go against the rules. I was an exception, I suppose. I ran, but Lucifer never sent anyone after me. I'm supposing he still regarded me as a daughter and felt that I wouldn't betray him—" She stopped speaking right away, her eyes widening. "Wait, if I go through with this plan to get rid of Bela, the police will definitely find Lucifer and they'll all know it was me," she added, panic showing on her face.

"We can arrange for your name to stay away from all this," I suggested, but it didn't really console her. She looked at me and ran her hand through her hair.

"I'm pretty sure they'd figure out it was me. No one else would know but me."

"The police could always be the ones who ended up here because of suspicious activity," Cas suggested. Attaboy.

"How can you be sure that they'd go with that type of information?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow.

I jumped into the conversation, "I'm the one with connections to the police. I'm the one telling them everything. If I mention my suspicions and make up a story, they'll look into the place." I smiled.

"Well, I guess so…" Meg sighed, looking back over at the building. "All right," she said, "Let's go in before I regret coming here."

xxx

We were at the station at around three-fifty and Dean was getting on my nerves. He kept on pacing, even though Officer Castiel still had ten minutes until he had to be there. "Hey, can you sit down or something?"

"I just really want to find out who the hell this Thief of Hell is. Is it too much to ask? We've been after him for a while now and they've been able to stay one step ahead of us each time, man," he complained as he dropped into a random chair against the wall.

"I know, Dean; we just have to be patient. Trying to figure things out with a cluttered mind makes things harder. Castiel will be here in minutes and then we'll be able to discuss everything that you wanna talk about, okay?" I shook my head but couldn't help but smile. He was always impatient and wanting to jump right into things; he was like a little kid.

We both waited silently for minutes until we heard the door open. "Hello, sorry I'm a bit late," the familiar voice called out to us as he entered.

"You're only five minutes late, don't worry," I threw in before Dean would unreasonably chew him off for the time.

"Not in your uniform? Any reason why?" Dean asked. I rolled my eyes.

"I—I didn't realize I needed to do that. I'm not on duty right now. And Sheriff Mills knows exactly who I am, so…" he squinted at Dean, trying to figure out why he was finding flaws that weren't flaws.

"Nah, that's fine; I was just wondering. You seemed like the type of guy who would always wear your uniform for things like this," he shrugged and then stood up. I rolled my eyes again, wishing that Dean would make himself a lot more pleasant than the dick he pretends to be. Seems like it's a mechanism for keeping people away, because he doesn't do too well with relationships. Well, neither do I—we can only really rely on each other.

"Okay, so, you guys wanted to touch bases on the whole Bela situation?"

"The whole Thief of Hell situation," Dean corrected him.

"Actually, we're here for the robbery of the museum which may or may not be the Thief of Hell," I corrected Dean who shot me an annoyed look.

Officer Castiel nodded and walked over to his desk and leaned back, Dean and me sitting at the seats right in front of the desk.

"So, when you were solo-ing last night in research, did you come up with anything? Sammy and I haven't been doing too well," Dean spoke first.

"I—Maybe," the officer spoke to us, seeming a bit hesitant.

"Really? That would be helpful if you did," I replied.

"Well, I don't know if it's reliable or not… but it's interesting, for sure," he scratched the side of his face and looked up at us, unsure if he should continue.

"Tell us; if it's irrelevant or not real info, it's still something to go by. What is it?" I tried convincing him to continue. He seemed hesitant, but he obliged after a few seconds of silence.

"Apparently Bela doesn't freelance—she works for someone, it seems. And she seems to be working for this guy who is known as Lucifer. I got the location for the old place they stayed at but didn't find anything that could lead us anywhere else for now," he let out. I looked over at Dean, raising my eyebrows. Dean's face was twisted in thought—we didn't think that there could be more than one person behind all this.

"Well, I guess that could make sense," Dean let out.

"I… Where did you get that information from, Castiel?" I asked, wondering how he came across this type of information basically overnight.

He sighed before speaking, "That person didn't want their identity given out unless very necessary. I also felt it would be better to keep it anonymous for now, since said person said they weren't one-hundred percent sure."

"All right. Fair enough," I replied, "Any other information you got on the museum steal?"

"Well," he started, "It only seems natural that Bela stole it and ran off—she's the only lead we have." He seemed rather confused.

"Don't forget we have Mr. Crowley," Dean added. Officer Castiel looked off to the side and sighed.

"We have no information on him. He was wrongfully accused of theft and we let him go. He had nothing against him. His records are completely clean," Castiel replied.

"Yeah, well, I don't believe that. He's one of our suspects for the Thief of Hell. You're the one who found him, yeah?" Dean continued.

Castiel nodded slowly, unsure of what was to come next. Dean smiled and looked at me. I raised an eyebrow. "Would you say that you could go and talk to him at any time as a friendly cop or whatever?" he asked.

"I… Yes, I suppose… so…?" Castiel's eyes squinted and his brow furrowed at Dean's words. I, too, furrowed my brow as I looked over at Dean and tried to understand where he was getting at.

"Well, that means you can spy on him for us, right? You get info on him for us while we research Bela," my brother smiled triumphantly at his genius idea. I did have to admit, though; it was a very good idea. I looked over at Castiel and tapped the desk in front of me.

"You know, that's not a bad idea," I finally let my voice be heard. Castiel looked over at me and then my brother with wide eyes, probably not wanting to spy on someone when we only had a small hunch on him.

"You—you want me to befriend him to spy on him?" he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "I-I don't know how I feel about that… I don't know if I'm cut out to do something like that—"

Dean interrupted him, "Dude, calm down. It's fine. I'm sure you'll do a great job." He smiled and reached forward, patting Castiel on the hand with a wink. "Good talk. Now, if you don't have any extra information, I think we should get going—and you can start making friends with Mr. Crowley."