Dean huffed through his binoculars, and groaned quietly to himself. He'd been sitting out in the impala with Sam for more than six hours. Waiting patiently for this Mafia demon boss to finally show his face at the club they'd been stalking.
"Think we got the wrong place?"
"Doubt it," Sam skimmed through his phone, double checking the address, "It's the only Gréviven in a hundred mile radius." His brother shrugged, squinting at the neon sign.
"Maybe he bailed?" Dean's rhetorical question sparked an idea.
"No, I don't think he bailed, Dean." Sam snatched the binoculars, peeking inside before pointing to a man sitting far inside. "I think he's already here."
"What?" Dean yanked the device out of the hunter's hands, and took another gander. "Well I'll be damned," he chortled to himself, "that was easy."
"Not so fast," Sam eased his brother's enthusiasm high to a minimum, nodding to the side entrance. A tall, bulky jumper in a black suit and sunglasses was checking every couple walking in. "Couples only."
"Alright then you go, Sammy." He nudged his brother outside the passengers seat, causing him to lean to the side.
"Why me?" Samuel groaned, eyes rolling. "I'm single, obviously." His eyes soon connected with Dean's. His brother was wearing the same old denim and flannel— an easy way in if he knew how to play his cards right.
It would be awkward if they had to pose as a couple, (not like they didn't have to in the past) and wanted to hopefully turn a blind eye to that memory.
"And I'm not?" Dean snapped back, crossing his arms. "We could always—"
"We aren't breaking in." Sam sighed deeply.
A beat passed, silence and cigar smoke filling the air between them. Dean took a quick swig of whiskey from his metal decanter.
"I'm out of ideas then. We can't SWAT our way in, and we both don't have da—"
"What about Cas?"
Dean choked on the remaining burns of the alcohol, eyes wide from the sudden and obscure idea.
"Cas? Like Cas Cas?" Dean stuttered, hiding the small canister inside the glovebox. His eyes began to dark around the room, cheeks slowly flushing with a rose pink.
"Yeah, Dean. Cas." His brother stifled a cheeky grin. "I mean you both know each other well, and he's—"
"No, no we aren't going together. That's—that's just…" Dean wanted to pull his hair out. His heart was pounding against his lungs, his ribs and shoulders ached.
A small cough, "Well I have no other ideas then. Either you go with Castiel to catch the demon, or we head back and hopefully get a lead on his next move. Your choice." Sam had him pinned, right where he wanted him.
"I—" Dean's eyes closed shut, turning his head away from his brother's piercing gaze. A sigh escaped him, "Fine, I'll call him."
"Alright!" Sam grinned, watching his brother prowl out of the drivers side, and move over to the thicket of woods. His boots crunching on the gravel parking lot.
A moment later, a blinding flash of angelic light beamed from out of nowhere; and the baby in a trench coat Cas standing right across from Dean.
Sam couldn't hear much of their exchange, minus a few audible noises.
"…ello…ean." The angel's monotone droned.
"Hey, Cas." Dean squirmed in frustration. "I…eed….oo…too..do…omethin' for me and—Sam."
The angel was silent for a moment, whistling wind blocking Sam's ears from their small exchange. But Cas followed aimlessly behind the hunter as he slinked over to the window.
"We're going in to catch this guy, you owe me big time."
Sam silently laughed. It was amusing to watch his brother get all flustered, "Alright, alright." He mused, "Go get 'em."
"Yeah yeah," Dean waved, turning on his heel and walking side by side to the entrance. The lights shone down in Castiel, his tan trenchcoat swishing in the light wind. While Dean's body attire was the opposite of the angel's elegance.
Dean scooted a little closer to him in the line, passing the jumper with a few suspicious looks, and disappearing into the night club.