The Dead Bodies Mean "I Love You" Part XIII
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Dean loves Castiel’s car. He really does. It’s the kind of car he always dreamed of when he was younger. A good muscle car with an engine that roars and puts everyone around him on edge. He knew, as soon as he slid behind the wheel, that this car was going to be his baby.
“Are you done looking her over?” Castiel comes into the garage where Dean’s working. “I promise I’ve kept her in good shape.”
“You have,” Dean agrees, “I just wanna look at her.”
“You’re going to have plenty of time to look at her,” Castiel slides up next to Dean. “And she’s my car, so look at me.”
Dean does. He turns and tucks Cas right in his arms. He doesn’t feel safe in this house no matter how much Castiel assures him that no one will find them. It’s in the center of a busy subdivision and filled with perfect little families. Not exactly a place for the two of them.
“Oh, one thing,” Dean smiles against Castiel’s hair. “I like the false bottom of the trunk. Very smart, hiding your entire arsenal in there.”
“I was... inspired,” Castiel says, pressing his lips to Dean’s neck.
“Have you made dinner yet?” Dean asks, his voice hitching a bit.
“Not yet,” Cas mutters. “Do you have other plans?”
“I can show you how you inspire me,” Dean drawls with a small thrust of his hips.
Castiel laughs and lets Dean pull him into the house.
---
The sun is setting and they are sprawled out naked in the living room. Goosebumps are running up Dean’s arms as Castiel traces designs on his stomach. He’s sore and aching in places he forgot could ache. He and Cas both house a myriad of bruises and bites and he’s got a bruise the perfect shape of Castiel’s hand on his shoulder.
“Now what?” Dean asks. “Not that this isn’t great and all, but do you have anyone on your hit list?”
“You’re bringing in business now?” Castiel laughs. “Haven’t you heard what happens when you mix business and pleasure?”
“Baby, you’re business and pleasure all rolled into one,” Dean teases.
“You know what I mean,” Cas rolls his eyes.
“I get cabin fever,” Dean says without shame. “That’s why we hunted so often before. Never could stay still for more than a few weeks. Depending on how well the murder went, of course.”
“Of course,” Castiel indulges him. “Do you have anyone on a hit list?”
“Nah,” Dean shakes his head, “Sam did all our research. I just provided the pain.”
“I have someone we could get information from,” Castiel says, tucking his head under Dean’s shoulder. “He’s been good so far.”
“How good?”
“He told me where to find Jo.”
“Name?” Dean asks.
“Ash.”
Dean feels the familiar shock of fear settle in his stomach and he sits up straight. Cas falls back, eyes wide with confusion. Dean’s mind is racing a mile a minute. He’s been keeping track of Ash since he and Sam killed Bobby and Ellen. He noticed Ash joining the FBI, their top techie who could do anything given enough time and the right computer.
“Ash,” Dean repeats, just to make sure he heard right. “You mean Dr. BadAss Ash?”
“Yeah, he’s a friend of yours, isn’t he?” Cas asks, running a hand up and down Dean’s arm. “He’s been telling me all sorts of things about you up to now.”
“And you know he works for the FBI, right?”
Cas nods.
“You know that he’s got it out for me, don’t you?” Dean stands up. “He wants me and Sam dead. With Sam gone he’s gonna be gunning for me as hard as he can. Now you’re with me which means he’s going to be after you too.”
“He’s not going to get very far,” Castiel stands up and laces their fingers together. His eyes are hard and that familiar smile is playing about his lips. “Let’s get him. Tonight. Find his house and kill him.”
“I love it when you get murderous,” Dean laughs and kisses Cas.
---
“The murder of FBI tech specialist, Ash, has got the local police searching, once again, for the most notorious serial killers in the nation. Dean Winchester and Castiel have apparently teamed up, and it looks like they are in for the long haul. If you have any information on either of these men, please go to local law enforcement immediately.”
The news report is on every television in every home all over America. These men need to be taken down as fast as possible. Ash, paranoid bastard he was, loaded his house with security cameras. The FBI has all the visual evidence needed to prove it was Dean and Castiel who committed the murder.
Victor Henricksen wearily presses the play button again.
Dean and Castiel came into the house quietly. They found Ash and tied him to the chair. Between heated kisses they carved him up. Fingers stained with blood they laughed. Ash screamed and begged until the knife cut open his throat. Dean and Castiel came together then, mouths glued together while they wriggled out of their stained clothes and fell to the floor--
He pauses it. He can’t say he was expecting that plot twist. It just makes them all the more dangerous. He already learned what happens to serial killing duos who are emotionally invested to each other. It was how the Winchester brothers operated.
He straightens his back and rewatches the film for any hints to catching these men.
---
It’s a cold, December night with a clear sky. Snow blankets the ground as the stars twinkle. Dean pulls Castiel closer to him as they sit on the hood of the Impala. Blankets are wrapped around them both, but it’s not enough to completely banish the chill.
“Think he’s watching out for us?” Dean whispers.
“Your brother?” Castiel leans back so he can see Dean’s face. “He’s watching out for you.”
“I think he’s looking out for you too,” Dean presses a kiss to Cas’s cheek.
Castiel looks up at the sky and snuggles into Dean, “Yeah, maybe.”
Fin.
Dean loves Castiel’s car. He really does. It’s the kind of car he always dreamed of when he was younger. A good muscle car with an engine that roars and puts everyone around him on edge. He knew, as soon as he slid behind the wheel, that this car was going to be his baby.
“Are you done looking her over?” Castiel comes into the garage where Dean’s working. “I promise I’ve kept her in good shape.”
“You have,” Dean agrees, “I just wanna look at her.”
“You’re going to have plenty of time to look at her,” Castiel slides up next to Dean. “And she’s my car, so look at me.”
Dean does. He turns and tucks Cas right in his arms. He doesn’t feel safe in this house no matter how much Castiel assures him that no one will find them. It’s in the center of a busy subdivision and filled with perfect little families. Not exactly a place for the two of them.
“Oh, one thing,” Dean smiles against Castiel’s hair. “I like the false bottom of the trunk. Very smart, hiding your entire arsenal in there.”
“I was... inspired,” Castiel says, pressing his lips to Dean’s neck.
“Have you made dinner yet?” Dean asks, his voice hitching a bit.
“Not yet,” Cas mutters. “Do you have other plans?”
“I can show you how you inspire me,” Dean drawls with a small thrust of his hips.
Castiel laughs and lets Dean pull him into the house.
---
The sun is setting and they are sprawled out naked in the living room. Goosebumps are running up Dean’s arms as Castiel traces designs on his stomach. He’s sore and aching in places he forgot could ache. He and Cas both house a myriad of bruises and bites and he’s got a bruise the perfect shape of Castiel’s hand on his shoulder.
“Now what?” Dean asks. “Not that this isn’t great and all, but do you have anyone on your hit list?”
“You’re bringing in business now?” Castiel laughs. “Haven’t you heard what happens when you mix business and pleasure?”
“Baby, you’re business and pleasure all rolled into one,” Dean teases.
“You know what I mean,” Cas rolls his eyes.
“I get cabin fever,” Dean says without shame. “That’s why we hunted so often before. Never could stay still for more than a few weeks. Depending on how well the murder went, of course.”
“Of course,” Castiel indulges him. “Do you have anyone on a hit list?”
“Nah,” Dean shakes his head, “Sam did all our research. I just provided the pain.”
“I have someone we could get information from,” Castiel says, tucking his head under Dean’s shoulder. “He’s been good so far.”
“How good?”
“He told me where to find Jo.”
“Name?” Dean asks.
“Ash.”
Dean feels the familiar shock of fear settle in his stomach and he sits up straight. Cas falls back, eyes wide with confusion. Dean’s mind is racing a mile a minute. He’s been keeping track of Ash since he and Sam killed Bobby and Ellen. He noticed Ash joining the FBI, their top techie who could do anything given enough time and the right computer.
“Ash,” Dean repeats, just to make sure he heard right. “You mean Dr. BadAss Ash?”
“Yeah, he’s a friend of yours, isn’t he?” Cas asks, running a hand up and down Dean’s arm. “He’s been telling me all sorts of things about you up to now.”
“And you know he works for the FBI, right?”
Cas nods.
“You know that he’s got it out for me, don’t you?” Dean stands up. “He wants me and Sam dead. With Sam gone he’s gonna be gunning for me as hard as he can. Now you’re with me which means he’s going to be after you too.”
“He’s not going to get very far,” Castiel stands up and laces their fingers together. His eyes are hard and that familiar smile is playing about his lips. “Let’s get him. Tonight. Find his house and kill him.”
“I love it when you get murderous,” Dean laughs and kisses Cas.
---
“The murder of FBI tech specialist, Ash, has got the local police searching, once again, for the most notorious serial killers in the nation. Dean Winchester and Castiel have apparently teamed up, and it looks like they are in for the long haul. If you have any information on either of these men, please go to local law enforcement immediately.”
The news report is on every television in every home all over America. These men need to be taken down as fast as possible. Ash, paranoid bastard he was, loaded his house with security cameras. The FBI has all the visual evidence needed to prove it was Dean and Castiel who committed the murder.
Victor Henricksen wearily presses the play button again.
Dean and Castiel came into the house quietly. They found Ash and tied him to the chair. Between heated kisses they carved him up. Fingers stained with blood they laughed. Ash screamed and begged until the knife cut open his throat. Dean and Castiel came together then, mouths glued together while they wriggled out of their stained clothes and fell to the floor--
He pauses it. He can’t say he was expecting that plot twist. It just makes them all the more dangerous. He already learned what happens to serial killing duos who are emotionally invested to each other. It was how the Winchester brothers operated.
He straightens his back and rewatches the film for any hints to catching these men.
---
It’s a cold, December night with a clear sky. Snow blankets the ground as the stars twinkle. Dean pulls Castiel closer to him as they sit on the hood of the Impala. Blankets are wrapped around them both, but it’s not enough to completely banish the chill.
“Think he’s watching out for us?” Dean whispers.
“Your brother?” Castiel leans back so he can see Dean’s face. “He’s watching out for you.”
“I think he’s looking out for you too,” Dean presses a kiss to Cas’s cheek.
Castiel looks up at the sky and snuggles into Dean, “Yeah, maybe.”
Fin.