Like To Stay In Heaven But The Rules Are Too Tough 21/? (FIC)
Title: Like To Stay In Heaven But The Rules Are Too Tough 21/?
Rating: ~R
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam, Bobby, Charlie, a little Dick
Spoilers: Everything through 7x20
Warnings: I followed the new episode closely. Don’t read if you don’t want spoilers.
Word Count: ~5,400 (this chapter)
Summary: Dean doesn't let Cas go, but someone else has a big change planned for Castiel. Can he handle what God has planned for him?
This Chapter: Follows through “Girl with D&D Tattoo”
Notes: This is a monster that will follow the whole season and beyond.
Previous
The three of them had spent the last few days back in Montana trying to figure out what exactly Dick has been doing. They know he has been funding archeological digs everywhere, but they wanted to know why. Cas had suggested asking Bobby to see if he had any information but the ghost hadn’t reappeared since the Van Ness house incident.
Sam and Dean were calling contacts to see if maybe they knew anything more about it than them. Sam hung up his phone as Dean entered the living room. Cas was on his laptop doing research.
“So, Nora didn’t see any patterns in the Dick sites either.” He sat on the couch and opened his laptop.
Dean sat beside Sam. “So we’ve got nothing. I searched local lore 50 miles in every direction of all of them. It’s just old dirt.” He opened Bobby’s flask and took a drink. “What is Dick looking for?”
The lights flickered around them and all three men stood up and drew their weapons, not knowing what to expect. They turned and were met with the sight of Bobby standing behind them.
“Hey, go easy you idjits.” They all lowered their weapons and sighed. “Sorry for the jump-scare.”
“How does this work? I leave the cap off,” he motioned to the flask, “and you just genie your way out?”
“I wish it were that easy. The thing is…” Bobby’s body flickered and disappeared.
“Bobby?” They all looked around the room for a moment.
“Dammit!” Bobby reappeared by the front door. “It’s hard to stay focused. I’m still a little worn out.”
“You’ve been pretty busy for a dead guy.”
“Alright, listen. I don’t know how long it will be before my next ghost nap so let’s just skip to the skinny. Those numbers I gave you.”
“The empty lot in Cheeseville.”
“It ain’t gonna be empty for long. I got a gander at Dick’s big plan before he Lincoln’d me. They’re breaking ground in…” he looked at Sam. “What month is this?”
“April.”
Bobby looked disappointed. “Ground’s broke. They’re building as we’re yammering. Check it out yourself.” Sam sat back at his computer and went to the Geothrive Inc. website. The company was owned by Dick. “It’s okay. You boys missed it because you’ve been a little busy killing ghosts the past couple days, but Dick is about to get into the Soylent Green business.
“That site will show you that they’re building a biotech lab right? Biotech my ass. That lab is a state of the art slaughter house and we’re the beef.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little bold, even for Dick?” Sam looked through the plans. Dean and Cas looked over his shoulders.
“I bet you no one will even notice. ‘Cause first, he’s gonna dumb us all down with Turducken style munchies to make us all docile.”
Dean and Cas shared a look as they remembered their little Turducken night of high flying. “We haven’t been to a Biggerson’s since that whole fiasco.”
“Biggerson’s? He’s bought a list of joints ten pages long. Next, he’s gonna cure us.”
“Cure us of what?” Cas asked as he moved back to the couch.
“All the biggies: cancer, aids, heart disease. Let’s just say, they have an affinity for stem cell research.”
Dean sat on the arm of the couch by Cas. “You remember those Leviathan realty douches? Said they were gonna cure cancer.”
“They’re not hunting anymore. They’re engineering the perfect herd. Now we’ve gone up against plenty who like to eat a few folks in the woods. This ain’t that. This is about knockin’ us off the top of the food chain. This is about those Levi’s livin’ here forever one per center’s style while we march our dopey, fat asses down to the shiny new death camps down at every corner.”
As the words sank in for the boys, they realized how screwed they really were. How would they stop something this big, something on such a national scale? Just killing Dick may not be enough to completely stop their plans.
A blip from Sam’s computer made them jump. He had gotten an email. Sam opened his messages. “I’ve got an email from Frank.”
Dean straightened and leaned toward the laptop. “Frank’s alive?”
“That jackass is always stealing my thunder.” Bobby crossed his arms.
Sam read off the message. “Sam and Dean, if you’re reading this I’m dead.” He looked at the rest of them. They had thought as much. “Or worse. This message was sent because some princess is trying to hack into my hard drive at this second. So, unless it’s you, you’ve got trouble. My drive is full of compromising info: your aliases, hangouts, where you stored your car.”
“Good thing I didn’t leave it there.” Dean didn’t want to think about those monsters getting to his car.
“Even though he encrypted the crap out of his drive, he says we should assume that someone could hack into it eventually. He even put a tracking device in it.” Sam clicked on the link provided for the tracker. A map popped up and zoomed in on Chicago. “Let’s see where Frank’s drive is.”
Sam double clicked on the location given and an address and name popped up: Richard Roman Enterprises. “Perfect,” Dean said sarcastically, “it’s in the middle of the Death Star.” He stood up. “Alright, off to Chicago.”
“Whoa, wait.” Bobby put his hands up. “You can’t just break in, they know your mugs.” He had a sudden thought. “What if you mailed in the flask? Then, I could ghost my way around. It’s not like Dick can kill me twice.” Sam and Dean looked doubtful. Cas considered it. “You guys got a better plan?” Sam and Dean weren’t convinced. “Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do my damn job.”
“Bobby,” Sam looked at his computer as he spoke, “that’s Dick’s office.”
“What Sam’s trying to say is,” Dean put his jacket on, “what happens if you run into Dick and go vengeful? You know that’s not something you can just shake off.”
“Come on, Dean. Give me some credit.” He looked at Cas. The former angel hadn’t thought about Bobby possibly losing his calm ghost status. Maybe it was better he stay away. “What, I’m supposed to just ride the pine?”
“Sorry, Bobby.” Sam closed his computer and stood up.
Cas stood to follow them. “I’m sorry.”
Bobby deflated as the three of them packed up and drove off for Illinois.
They had been waiting for about half an hour in the hacker’s apartment when they heard the front door open and close. They were about to reveal themselves when her phone rang. “Hey, Pete sorry I left without telling you. No, I just wasn’t feeling well it’s uh…lady thing. I’ll be in first thing. Gotta go, cramps.”
She put her phone away. Something caught her attention from Dean’s direction and she ran for the door. He intercepted her, slamming the door shut as she pulled it open. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“Get away from me you,” she looked around for something. She picked up a display sword on her right, “shapeshifter.”
Sam stepped up behind her and Cas appeared on her left. “We’re not shapeshifters.” She gasped at their sudden appearances and swung the sword and hit Sam. The crappy display sword snapped in half.
Dean grabbed the sword out of her hands and threw it on the ground. “We’re not Leviathans, okay?” Charlie backed up to the wall, terror on her face. “Want us to prove it?” Dean pulled a jug of cleaner out of his jacket. “You know what Borax does to ‘em?”
Charlie nodded. Dean dumped some of the cleaner on his hand, Cas’, and Sam’s. He held it out for her. “Your turn.” She took it and did the same. “Good.”
She looked a lot calmer now. “Who the Hell are you guys?”
They were sitting in Charlie’s living room after explaining who they were and what they did. “You guys are monster hunters? So, there are other monsters out there?” They were about to respond. “No, you know what, I don’t wanna know.” She shook her head and moved to sit at her desk. “Okay, I get how you found the drive: straight GPS, but it’s still at the office. How did you find me?”
Sam opened his laptop, that he had brought it, and showed her the streaming video from her webcam that Frank had attached to the email. She threw her hands up. “Uh, the son of a gun jacked my webcam?”
“Welcome to Frank.”
“That’s creepy, but I’ll give it to him.” She looked at the three of them with worried eyes. “So, everything on his drive was true?”
“That and more.” Dean confirmed.
Sam put a hand out. “Wait, how long did it take you to crack Frank’s hard drive?”
She shrugged. “A day or so.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Is there anything you can’t hack into?”
“Not yet.”
“How about Dick Roman’s email?”
“Why would I…Oh, he’s one of them.”
“No,” Cas shook his head, “he’s their leader. The oldest one.”
“What’s the endgame? Resources? Make us some slaves?”
“Planet-wide value meal.” Dean smiled grimly. “We’re the meat.”
She laughed. “You can’t be serious.” One look at their faces and her smile fell. “Okay, alright,” she opened her computer, “let’s do this. What am I looking for?”
“For starters, anything to do with archeological dig sites.”
“Like Indiana Jones stuff?”
“All we know is that Dick is digging all over the world and we need to know what he’s looking for.”
She typed as Dean was talking. She shook her head. “You know, I was having a really good week. I met someone, downloaded the new Robin album, everything was coming up me.” She lifted her fingers. “Oh, crap.”
“I know.” Sam thought she was upset about her life taking a weird turn. “We get that it sucks.”
“No, that not. This,” she pointed to the keyboard, “Dick’s email isn't on the company server, it's a private one, in his office.”
“Meaning?”
“You can’t get in it unless you have his phone or you’re at his desk.”
“So you’re saying, if we’re inside Dick’s office, we could hack into his email?”
She smiled. “You can’t. Only someone like,” she stopped as realization dawned on her, “but I sure as Hell ain’t doin’ it. I am doing my job and…” She paused. “What are the chances that I see everything on that drive and Dick lets me live anyway?”
Sam gave her a sad smile. “I think you know.”
Charlie swallowed visibly and nodded. “So, I erase the drive first, protect me and you. Then I go back to my old life right?”
“It’s not that easy.” Dean leaned forward. “You’re on Dick’s radar. You don’t have a normal life anymore.”
“I’m gonna die.” She furrowed her brows. “I should have taken that job at Google.”
“Look, Charlie,” Sam stood with his laptop under his arm, “It’s okay if you can’t do this. You didn’t volunteer for this.”
“Totally,” she pointed at Sam, “exactly.” She looked like she was fighting an internal decision before she nodded. “But, now I volunteer.”
The boys were surprised and turned wide eyes to the hacker. “What?”
She sighed. “I gotta go back in anyway to wipe Frank’s drive. I might as well break into Dick’s office too.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but these things are gonna eat everyone I know. What kind of douchebag stands by for that? However,” she lifted a finger, “I have never broken into anything in real life before so, plan?”
Dean liked this girl. He stood. “You got a Bluetooth?”
“Yeah.”
“Security system, can you get into that?” The boys sat at her table with her as they went over the plan.
“I can reroute any of the security cameras we need.”
“Let’s start with that.”
They figure out the game plan for the rest of the day. That night, the boys were in a surveillance van outside the building as Charlie waited outside the doors. She was using her Bluetooth to communicate with them.
Sam was at the computer, Cas was sitting beside him to help keep an eye on the cameras, and Dean had just gotten back in the van. “How’s it goin’?”
“Great, since she set this up.” He was on her computer. “Look,” he brought up the security cameras, “I can put each of these on a prerecorded loop. I do that, she’ll have fifteen minutes.”
“That’s not a long time.” Cas was concerned that she would be caught and then taken to Dick.
“No, she said if it took her longer than that, she deserved to get caught.”
Dean nodded. “I like her.” Dean watched her on the camera as she paced in front of the door. He noticed something in her bag. “Wait a second.” He looked closer at the screen. “Son of a bitch.”
“What?” Sam and Cas looked at Charlie.
“Look at her bag.”
Sam paused her image on the camera and zoomed in on her bag. Bobby’s flask was in the side pocket. “Bobby. You think he hitched a ride?”
“After we told him to cool his jets? Yeah.” Dean ran a hand over his face. “The Hell is he thinking?”
“He’s not. What do we do? Call the whole thing off?”
“We’re only gonna get one shot at this.” Charlie’s voice came through Dean’s phone. It sounded like a song Dean had heard a few times. “Charlie, are you singing?”
“I sing when I’m nervous. Don’t judge me.”
Dean smiled. “Judgment free zone. Listen, check the side pocket of your bag.”
She pulled the flask out and took a drink. “Thank you. Good idea.”
“No problem. That is a family heirloom, a luck charm. Don’t lose it.”
She put it back in her bag. “Copy that.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”
They watched her on the screen. She was standing in the same spot with wide, scared eyes. When she didn’t move for a little, Dean picked up his phone. “Charlie.” She didn’t move. “Charlie.”
“I’m having a hard time moving.”
Dean dropped his head. “You can do this.”
“I’m not a spy. I can’t, I don’t…” She was pacing. “I can’t do it. I can’t.”
Sam took the phone from Dean. “Charlie, it’s Sam.”
“I’m sorry, Sam. I’m sorry. I just…”
“It’s okay. Listen, who’s your favorite Harry Potter character?” Dean gave Sam a strange look. Now hardly seemed like the time for a question like that.
“Uh, Hermione.”
“Hermione. Well,” he thought back, “did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble, or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?”
“Seriously?” Dean didn’t know what his brother was trying to do. Sam shushed him.
“No, of course not.”
“What did she do?”
“She kicked ass.” Sam smiled and nodded at Dean, who was starting to get the idea. “She actually saves Harry in practically every book and then she ends up with the wrong…”
“Stay on track. So, she kicked ass. What are you gonna do?”
Charlie took a breath and gathered her courage. “I’m gonna kick it in the ass.”
Sam smiled. “Good girl.”
Charlie nodded and walked into the building. Dean gave an impressed look and took his phone back. “Way to go, Dumbledork.”
They watched the cameras and waited for Charlie to appear in the elevator. Cas had been thinking about something since Sam mentioned it. “You know, Hermione was my favorite too.”
Sam and Dean turned to look at Cas. His face was serious. “There she is.” Dean pointed as Charlie appeared on screen going up to the fourth floor. When she exited the elevator, Sam started the loop of the empty elevator footage. Charlie should have been getting back on the elevator to go up to Dick’s floor. They would have to wait for her to contact them.
“I’m in.” They sighed in relief. “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
“You’re on the clock, move.”
It was silent as Charlie made her way to Dick’s office. They didn’t expect her to contact them much as she worked. They jumped when she did, “Hey, there’s a big ass guard blocking the door. What do I do?”
“Wait him out.”
“He’s not going anywhere.”
“Okay, you work there everyday, do you know the guy?”
“I guess. I’ve seen him, but I don’t know him.”
“You’ve seen him. Does he look at you or does he just kind of slide his eyes by?”
“Uh, eye contact. I don’t know, he kind of smiles a bit. I don’t really…”
“Good, you’re gonna go up to him and you’re gonna flirt your way past.”
She sighed. “I can’t. He’s not really my type.”
“You’re gonna have to work through that.”
“As in he’s not a girl.”
“Oh,” Dean looked at Sam and Cas for help, they shrugged, “Oh, uh, pretend he has boobs.”
There was silence for a moment. “Worse.”
“Well,” Dean wasn’t sure what to do really. “Do you have any tattoos? Give him a little sneak peak. All tattoos are sexy.” Dean glanced at Cas for a second remembering the relatively new tattoo.
“Mine is Princess Leia in a slave bikini straddling a 20-sided die.” Dean tilted his head in confusion. “I was drunk. It was Comic Con.”
Dean nodded. “We’ve all been there.” He moved away from Sam and Cas’ curious looks. “Okay, I’ll talk you through this.” He waited for her to breath and walk through the door. “Start off with a smile. You just got home and Scarlett Johansson is waiting for you. He could hear the guard lightly in the background. He told Charlie to repeat what he said.
“Can I help you, miss?”
“Hey, Bill. Charlie from IT.”
“Burnin’ the midnight oil huh?”
“Just like you. I mean, when you’re not at the gym. What, do you work out with all your free time?”
“I try to go to the gym at least three days a week. Just trying to get back to my fighting weight.”
Dean said, “It shows. You look amazing.” Sam turned to look at Dean. His brother sounded a little too genuine with his ‘flirting.’ “This never happened.” Cas was biting back a smile. “You do anything else in your free time, like take a girl out for a drink?” Sam covered his mouth as a laugh escaped. “Stop laughing, Sammy.”
“Stop laughing, Sammy.” Oh crap. Did she say that too? “Um, you don’t know that bar? Stop Laughing Sammy? That place is bringing sexy back which is easy ‘cause they kept the receipt.”
“Stop talking, Charlie!”
“Stop talking, Charlie, right.” Dean closed his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. “So, you were saying about going out, drinks?”
“Yeah, that’d be great.” The guard sounded a little thrown but happy to accept.
“Cool, pencil that in. Can I ask you a favor? The ladies room downstairs is nasty. Can I use the exec bathroom to powder my nose?”
He sounded hesitant. “Yeah, sure why not? It’s down the hall. First door on the right.”
“Thanks.” She headed to Dick’s office. “I feel dirty.”
Dean opened his eyes. “You and me both, sister.”
“The eagle is landing. Starting radio silence.”
“Let us know when you’re out.”
“So we just wait?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.”
After a couple minutes of silence, Sam started filling jars with Borax in case they needed to go in and get Charlie. Dean and Cas watched the cameras and waited for Charlie to contact them.
Dean leaned back. “This is awesome. New plan: let’s just stay in the van and send in the 90 pound girl.”
“Dean, every chomper on Earth knows our faces.” Sam put the lid on a few jars. “How many do you think are in that building? We’d never make it past the lobby.”
“I know. That doesn’t mean I gotta be happy about sending in Veronica Mars.”
“We needed her, Dean.” Cas was watching the screens. “Only she could hack Dick’s files.”
“I know, I know.”
“She’ll be fine.”
“Or we’ll go in.” Sam added.
Dean looked at them and nodded. “And get as far as we can. Damn right.”
“Hey, guys?” They all jumped and Dean grabbed the phone.
“Hey.”
“Sending you all the flagged Dick files now.”
Sure enough, the files were loading onto their desktop. “Charlie,” Sam smiled, “you are a genius.”
“I know. It’s a problem.” They heard some shuffling and a curse from Charlie. “Hey Pete. I guess we both have deadlines, huh?”
“How’s it going?”
“Good. I’ll give you a full progress report in a few hours.”
“Great. Gotta hit that deadline right? Holler if you need anything.”
“Hey, you still there?”
“Yeah, who the Hell was that?”
“Just my manager, the monster.”
“Leave.”
“I can’t. I gotta act normal. I told him I was working, let’s just finish this.” The emails opened on both computers. “Are you seeing this?”
Sam read through one quickly. “According to this, Dick stopped digging days ago.”
“Why?”
“I guess he found what he was looking for. Can you check?”
“Way ahead of you.” Clicking buttons sounded over the phone for a few seconds. “Here we go. Something in a suitcase left Iran last week. Whatever it is, it’s coming here for Dick tonight. What is it?”
“I don’t know.” Dean wanted that package. “But he wants it, so we have to nab it end of story.”
“It’s landing in a private airport near here in, crap, right about now.”
“When’s the exact landing time?”
“Forty-two minutes. Can you make it?”
“We can try. One more thing, Charlie, then get the Hell out of there.”
“What do you need?”
“More time.”
“Let’s get you some.” She started typing. “Travel department is emailing Dick: suitcase is still en route but deferred by weather. Will be thirty minutes late.” They voiced their thanks. “I’ll just finish getting you guys off the drive and get out of Dodge.”
“Call us when you’re clear.”
Dean and Sam went in in disguise while Cas waited by the car. They did a quick switch with Dick’s suitcase. He would be opening a timed bomb of Borax in a few minutes. They headed back with Dick’s prize and drove back closer to the office building to wait for Charlie.
They were standing by the trunk with their case. “Now what?” Sam asked.
“Let’s see what we won.” Dean opened the case. The contents were covered with tan cloth. He pulled the cloth back and revealed a block of red dirt.
“Did we just steal a hunk of red clay?”
“That’s a good question.” He closed the case and put it in the trunk. “Where’s Charlie?” It had been a while and she hadn’t called yet. He tried calling her and got no answer. “I don’t like this. She should have been done by now.”
They headed to the office building and saw Charlie trying to open the glass doors. She was locked inside. “Oh no.” A man ran up behind her as the glass doors cracked. He flew into her and she hit the wall. They could see Dick walking toward her.
Dean looked at the other two. “You guys ready?” They nodded.
With a running start, the three of them jumped through the glass doors. Dick only looked a little surprised at their presence. “Dean,” Charlie called from the floor. She motioned to the man beside her. “He’s one of them.”
Dean took out a container of Borax and threw it on the man. A security guard was advancing on them and Cas knocked him out with a punch. Sam ran back and picked up Charlie.
“That would explain it.” Dick was sneering a few feet away. “You’re hanging out with the wrong crowd, kiddo.” He started towards the group.
They all backed away as the Leviathan got closer. Dick was then sent flying back into an ad display. They only had to wait for a second to see who had done that. Bobby appeared where Dick had been standing.
Dick sat up against the display with a smile. “Alright, enough, show yourself. Let’s do this like real monsters.” He tried to stand and was pushed back roughly to a sitting position. He laughed. “You gotta do that again. That tickled.”
“Guys, come one.” Sam was walking out the doors with Charlie. Dean and Cas followed quickly as Dick stood up.
Sam put Charlie down when they reached the car and they drove off fast. “Charlie, you okay?” Dean looked in the mirror as he drove.
“No,” she was in the back by Cas, holding her injured arm, “why didn’t you kill him?”
“We can’t yet.” Sam looked back at her. “We will.”
“The really evil ones always need a special sword.” She made a few pained noises. “Okay, I’m gonna pass out now.” She started leaning toward Cas. He let her lie on his lap as they drove her to the hospital.
Charlie had a broken arm, but they fixed her up and the next morning she and the boys were at a bus station. She was getting out of town. “I left your dumb flask in the backseat, by the way. Worst good luck charm ever.”
Dean handed her her bag when they reached the bus. Sam smiled and thanked her. “We can’t thank you enough.”
“Actually you can. Never contact me again, like ever. Deal?” She held out her left, good, hand.
“Deal.” Sam shook her hand. Cas did the same.
Dean shook her hand. “Keep your head down out there, okay?”
She shrugged. “This ain’t the first time I disappeared.” At their looks, she smiled. “You think my name is really Charlie Bradbury?” She started moving backwards. “So, good luck saving the world.” She held up her hand in a Vulcan salute. “Peace out, bitches.”
They watched her get on the bus and take off. Dean turned to the others. “She’s kinda like the little sister I never wanted.” Sam and Cas smiled.
Sam started toward the car. “We need to talk.”
“Before we get back to the car and the flask?” Dean figured they would have to talk about Bobby.
“Exactly. So what the Hell happened back in the lobby, Dean?”
“I don’t know. If I had a free shot, I would have bitch slapped the Hell out of Dick.”
“Yeah, but Charlie got her freakin’ arm broken.” They had talked to Charlie and she had said that Pete had been almost thrown into her. They assumed Bobby did it while getting to Dick.
“He didn’t mean to do it.”
“Exactly. He’s not in control. Not around Dick. That was vengeful spirit crap.”
“I know, but it’s still Bobby.”
“If he goes there, he won’t be anymore and then we won’t be able to pull him back. Then what are we supposed to do?”
“Dean,” Cas was standing by Sam, “I thought Bobby would be a help to us in there, but after what happened I don’t know anymore. He’s losing his humanity, Dean. You know that this will happen anyway, eventually.”
Dean sighed. He knew they were both right. He just really didn’t want Bobby to become the next thing they had to hunt. “How about we just figure out what that clay is first and then we’ll figure out what to do with Bobby.”
They all silently agreed on this and headed back to the car. They drove back to the Montana cabin with the clay cube. Dean left Bobby’s flask by the front door next to the case with the clay. They would start looking into it in the morning.
Dean and Cas went to their room. Dean kicked off his shoes and landed on the bed with a thud. “Well, at least we got a puzzle piece and Frank’s hard drive out of the way.”
“Yeah.” Cas took off his jacket and shoes before sitting on the bed beside Dean. “I hope it helps us finally stop them.”
“It should. If Frank’s info was dangerous enough to make Dick nervous, he had to know a lot. We’ll look it over tomorrow.”
Cas nodded. He wanted to talk more about Bobby, but Cas was always nervous as to whether or not Bobby was in the room with them. He let a hand graze over Dean’s. A finger twitched in response. His eyes met Dean’s and he leaned over him, forehead resting on Dean’s.
They stayed that way for a few breaths. Dean was the one that pushed up and sealed their lips together. He held Cas’ hair and pressed a hand into his back.
Cas put a hand on his chest and kissed back. “So,” he pulled back a little, “tattoos are sexy, huh?” Cas smiled.
“Hell yeah they are.” Dean pulled Cas’ shirt off and ran a finger over Cas’ tattoo. Cas pushed down and kissed Dean again. Dean held him close and rolled them over. He pulled off his shirt and straddled Cas. He ran his hands up Cas’ chest and kissed him again.
Dean shifted a little on Cas’ lap while opening the other man’s jeans. “So, Cas,” he leaned back over him once he had his jeans open, “you’ve ridden me enough times,” he kissed Cas, “maybe it can be my turn.”
Cas trembled slightly at the thought. “Dean.”
“Would you like that, Cas?” Dean whispered in Cas’ ear. “Is that what you want?” Cas shivered and pushed up against Dean. He rolled his hips over Cas. “Say it.” Cas let out a noise in the back of his throat. “Come on, Cas. Tell me.”
“Dean…” Cas held the back of his head and thrusted up against him again.
“You gotta tell me what you want, Cas.” Dean smiled into his neck as Cas’ grip tightened and hips moved.
He let out a shaky breath and put his lips by Dean’s ear. “I want you,” he stuttered as Dean pushed down on him, “to ride me, Dean.”
They kissed with more force and soon their remaining clothes were off and Cas had a few fingers in Dean. Dean was pushing back on them and moaning. “Fuck, Cas.” His hands were on Cas’ chest. “Okay, I’m good.” He knelt up to position Cas’ dick.
“Are you sure?” His voice was weak, he really didn’t want this to stop but he wanted Dean to be ready.
In answer to Cas’ question, Dean pushed down on to Cas. He moved slow, feeling the slight burn as he was stretched more by Cas. Cas had his eyes shut and his hands on Dean’s hips. When fully seated, Dean waited a few seconds to adjust. Cas pushed up slightly, wanting Dean to move.
“I know.” He lifted up a little and pushed back down. Both men moaned lightly. Dean did it again, a little harder.
A few thrusts later, the bed was creaking and they were moving in quick, hard thrusts. Cas pulled Dean down for a rough kiss. The new angle made Dean cry out as Cas hit his sweet spot. He pushed back against Cas even harder.
Cas held Dean’s head close, breathing hard and growling his name. Dean braced himself on the mattress and kissed Cas, tongue working to fuck his mouth as he thrusted back. Cas’ grip pulled him impossibly closer.
Dean broke the kiss and caught his breath. He nipped as Cas’ ear and traced his tattoo with a finger. Cas moaned and thrusted into Dean quickly a few times. Dean’s hand moved down over a nipple and he sat up.
Cas arched into his touch. He smiled and anchored himself on Cas with both hands so he could really move. Cas really made noise as Dean slammed down on him and ran his thumbs over Cas’ nipples.
His legs were beginning to protest from the movements. He leaned down to kiss Cas and relax his muscles. Cas locked his arms around Dean’s neck and bit his lips when Dean scraped a nail briefly over his nipple.
He freed a hand from Dean’s neck and reached down to grab Dean’s leaking dick. Dean moaned from the contact. Cas worked quickly to send Dean over the edge. When he did, Dean bit Cas’ neck to muffle his cry.
Dean’s muscles tightened around Cas and with a couple more thrusts he came in Dean with moan of his name. As Cas relaxed, Dean stroked his hair and kissed him and kissed his tattoo. He rolled off Cas and pulled the sheets up over them. They were both tired and quickly fell asleep wrapped together.
Next
Rating: ~R
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam, Bobby, Charlie, a little Dick
Spoilers: Everything through 7x20
Warnings: I followed the new episode closely. Don’t read if you don’t want spoilers.
Word Count: ~5,400 (this chapter)
Summary: Dean doesn't let Cas go, but someone else has a big change planned for Castiel. Can he handle what God has planned for him?
This Chapter: Follows through “Girl with D&D Tattoo”
Notes: This is a monster that will follow the whole season and beyond.
Previous
The three of them had spent the last few days back in Montana trying to figure out what exactly Dick has been doing. They know he has been funding archeological digs everywhere, but they wanted to know why. Cas had suggested asking Bobby to see if he had any information but the ghost hadn’t reappeared since the Van Ness house incident.
Sam and Dean were calling contacts to see if maybe they knew anything more about it than them. Sam hung up his phone as Dean entered the living room. Cas was on his laptop doing research.
“So, Nora didn’t see any patterns in the Dick sites either.” He sat on the couch and opened his laptop.
Dean sat beside Sam. “So we’ve got nothing. I searched local lore 50 miles in every direction of all of them. It’s just old dirt.” He opened Bobby’s flask and took a drink. “What is Dick looking for?”
The lights flickered around them and all three men stood up and drew their weapons, not knowing what to expect. They turned and were met with the sight of Bobby standing behind them.
“Hey, go easy you idjits.” They all lowered their weapons and sighed. “Sorry for the jump-scare.”
“How does this work? I leave the cap off,” he motioned to the flask, “and you just genie your way out?”
“I wish it were that easy. The thing is…” Bobby’s body flickered and disappeared.
“Bobby?” They all looked around the room for a moment.
“Dammit!” Bobby reappeared by the front door. “It’s hard to stay focused. I’m still a little worn out.”
“You’ve been pretty busy for a dead guy.”
“Alright, listen. I don’t know how long it will be before my next ghost nap so let’s just skip to the skinny. Those numbers I gave you.”
“The empty lot in Cheeseville.”
“It ain’t gonna be empty for long. I got a gander at Dick’s big plan before he Lincoln’d me. They’re breaking ground in…” he looked at Sam. “What month is this?”
“April.”
Bobby looked disappointed. “Ground’s broke. They’re building as we’re yammering. Check it out yourself.” Sam sat back at his computer and went to the Geothrive Inc. website. The company was owned by Dick. “It’s okay. You boys missed it because you’ve been a little busy killing ghosts the past couple days, but Dick is about to get into the Soylent Green business.
“That site will show you that they’re building a biotech lab right? Biotech my ass. That lab is a state of the art slaughter house and we’re the beef.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little bold, even for Dick?” Sam looked through the plans. Dean and Cas looked over his shoulders.
“I bet you no one will even notice. ‘Cause first, he’s gonna dumb us all down with Turducken style munchies to make us all docile.”
Dean and Cas shared a look as they remembered their little Turducken night of high flying. “We haven’t been to a Biggerson’s since that whole fiasco.”
“Biggerson’s? He’s bought a list of joints ten pages long. Next, he’s gonna cure us.”
“Cure us of what?” Cas asked as he moved back to the couch.
“All the biggies: cancer, aids, heart disease. Let’s just say, they have an affinity for stem cell research.”
Dean sat on the arm of the couch by Cas. “You remember those Leviathan realty douches? Said they were gonna cure cancer.”
“They’re not hunting anymore. They’re engineering the perfect herd. Now we’ve gone up against plenty who like to eat a few folks in the woods. This ain’t that. This is about knockin’ us off the top of the food chain. This is about those Levi’s livin’ here forever one per center’s style while we march our dopey, fat asses down to the shiny new death camps down at every corner.”
As the words sank in for the boys, they realized how screwed they really were. How would they stop something this big, something on such a national scale? Just killing Dick may not be enough to completely stop their plans.
A blip from Sam’s computer made them jump. He had gotten an email. Sam opened his messages. “I’ve got an email from Frank.”
Dean straightened and leaned toward the laptop. “Frank’s alive?”
“That jackass is always stealing my thunder.” Bobby crossed his arms.
Sam read off the message. “Sam and Dean, if you’re reading this I’m dead.” He looked at the rest of them. They had thought as much. “Or worse. This message was sent because some princess is trying to hack into my hard drive at this second. So, unless it’s you, you’ve got trouble. My drive is full of compromising info: your aliases, hangouts, where you stored your car.”
“Good thing I didn’t leave it there.” Dean didn’t want to think about those monsters getting to his car.
“Even though he encrypted the crap out of his drive, he says we should assume that someone could hack into it eventually. He even put a tracking device in it.” Sam clicked on the link provided for the tracker. A map popped up and zoomed in on Chicago. “Let’s see where Frank’s drive is.”
Sam double clicked on the location given and an address and name popped up: Richard Roman Enterprises. “Perfect,” Dean said sarcastically, “it’s in the middle of the Death Star.” He stood up. “Alright, off to Chicago.”
“Whoa, wait.” Bobby put his hands up. “You can’t just break in, they know your mugs.” He had a sudden thought. “What if you mailed in the flask? Then, I could ghost my way around. It’s not like Dick can kill me twice.” Sam and Dean looked doubtful. Cas considered it. “You guys got a better plan?” Sam and Dean weren’t convinced. “Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do my damn job.”
“Bobby,” Sam looked at his computer as he spoke, “that’s Dick’s office.”
“What Sam’s trying to say is,” Dean put his jacket on, “what happens if you run into Dick and go vengeful? You know that’s not something you can just shake off.”
“Come on, Dean. Give me some credit.” He looked at Cas. The former angel hadn’t thought about Bobby possibly losing his calm ghost status. Maybe it was better he stay away. “What, I’m supposed to just ride the pine?”
“Sorry, Bobby.” Sam closed his computer and stood up.
Cas stood to follow them. “I’m sorry.”
Bobby deflated as the three of them packed up and drove off for Illinois.
They had been waiting for about half an hour in the hacker’s apartment when they heard the front door open and close. They were about to reveal themselves when her phone rang. “Hey, Pete sorry I left without telling you. No, I just wasn’t feeling well it’s uh…lady thing. I’ll be in first thing. Gotta go, cramps.”
She put her phone away. Something caught her attention from Dean’s direction and she ran for the door. He intercepted her, slamming the door shut as she pulled it open. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“Get away from me you,” she looked around for something. She picked up a display sword on her right, “shapeshifter.”
Sam stepped up behind her and Cas appeared on her left. “We’re not shapeshifters.” She gasped at their sudden appearances and swung the sword and hit Sam. The crappy display sword snapped in half.
Dean grabbed the sword out of her hands and threw it on the ground. “We’re not Leviathans, okay?” Charlie backed up to the wall, terror on her face. “Want us to prove it?” Dean pulled a jug of cleaner out of his jacket. “You know what Borax does to ‘em?”
Charlie nodded. Dean dumped some of the cleaner on his hand, Cas’, and Sam’s. He held it out for her. “Your turn.” She took it and did the same. “Good.”
She looked a lot calmer now. “Who the Hell are you guys?”
They were sitting in Charlie’s living room after explaining who they were and what they did. “You guys are monster hunters? So, there are other monsters out there?” They were about to respond. “No, you know what, I don’t wanna know.” She shook her head and moved to sit at her desk. “Okay, I get how you found the drive: straight GPS, but it’s still at the office. How did you find me?”
Sam opened his laptop, that he had brought it, and showed her the streaming video from her webcam that Frank had attached to the email. She threw her hands up. “Uh, the son of a gun jacked my webcam?”
“Welcome to Frank.”
“That’s creepy, but I’ll give it to him.” She looked at the three of them with worried eyes. “So, everything on his drive was true?”
“That and more.” Dean confirmed.
Sam put a hand out. “Wait, how long did it take you to crack Frank’s hard drive?”
She shrugged. “A day or so.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Is there anything you can’t hack into?”
“Not yet.”
“How about Dick Roman’s email?”
“Why would I…Oh, he’s one of them.”
“No,” Cas shook his head, “he’s their leader. The oldest one.”
“What’s the endgame? Resources? Make us some slaves?”
“Planet-wide value meal.” Dean smiled grimly. “We’re the meat.”
She laughed. “You can’t be serious.” One look at their faces and her smile fell. “Okay, alright,” she opened her computer, “let’s do this. What am I looking for?”
“For starters, anything to do with archeological dig sites.”
“Like Indiana Jones stuff?”
“All we know is that Dick is digging all over the world and we need to know what he’s looking for.”
She typed as Dean was talking. She shook her head. “You know, I was having a really good week. I met someone, downloaded the new Robin album, everything was coming up me.” She lifted her fingers. “Oh, crap.”
“I know.” Sam thought she was upset about her life taking a weird turn. “We get that it sucks.”
“No, that not. This,” she pointed to the keyboard, “Dick’s email isn't on the company server, it's a private one, in his office.”
“Meaning?”
“You can’t get in it unless you have his phone or you’re at his desk.”
“So you’re saying, if we’re inside Dick’s office, we could hack into his email?”
She smiled. “You can’t. Only someone like,” she stopped as realization dawned on her, “but I sure as Hell ain’t doin’ it. I am doing my job and…” She paused. “What are the chances that I see everything on that drive and Dick lets me live anyway?”
Sam gave her a sad smile. “I think you know.”
Charlie swallowed visibly and nodded. “So, I erase the drive first, protect me and you. Then I go back to my old life right?”
“It’s not that easy.” Dean leaned forward. “You’re on Dick’s radar. You don’t have a normal life anymore.”
“I’m gonna die.” She furrowed her brows. “I should have taken that job at Google.”
“Look, Charlie,” Sam stood with his laptop under his arm, “It’s okay if you can’t do this. You didn’t volunteer for this.”
“Totally,” she pointed at Sam, “exactly.” She looked like she was fighting an internal decision before she nodded. “But, now I volunteer.”
The boys were surprised and turned wide eyes to the hacker. “What?”
She sighed. “I gotta go back in anyway to wipe Frank’s drive. I might as well break into Dick’s office too.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but these things are gonna eat everyone I know. What kind of douchebag stands by for that? However,” she lifted a finger, “I have never broken into anything in real life before so, plan?”
Dean liked this girl. He stood. “You got a Bluetooth?”
“Yeah.”
“Security system, can you get into that?” The boys sat at her table with her as they went over the plan.
“I can reroute any of the security cameras we need.”
“Let’s start with that.”
They figure out the game plan for the rest of the day. That night, the boys were in a surveillance van outside the building as Charlie waited outside the doors. She was using her Bluetooth to communicate with them.
Sam was at the computer, Cas was sitting beside him to help keep an eye on the cameras, and Dean had just gotten back in the van. “How’s it goin’?”
“Great, since she set this up.” He was on her computer. “Look,” he brought up the security cameras, “I can put each of these on a prerecorded loop. I do that, she’ll have fifteen minutes.”
“That’s not a long time.” Cas was concerned that she would be caught and then taken to Dick.
“No, she said if it took her longer than that, she deserved to get caught.”
Dean nodded. “I like her.” Dean watched her on the camera as she paced in front of the door. He noticed something in her bag. “Wait a second.” He looked closer at the screen. “Son of a bitch.”
“What?” Sam and Cas looked at Charlie.
“Look at her bag.”
Sam paused her image on the camera and zoomed in on her bag. Bobby’s flask was in the side pocket. “Bobby. You think he hitched a ride?”
“After we told him to cool his jets? Yeah.” Dean ran a hand over his face. “The Hell is he thinking?”
“He’s not. What do we do? Call the whole thing off?”
“We’re only gonna get one shot at this.” Charlie’s voice came through Dean’s phone. It sounded like a song Dean had heard a few times. “Charlie, are you singing?”
“I sing when I’m nervous. Don’t judge me.”
Dean smiled. “Judgment free zone. Listen, check the side pocket of your bag.”
She pulled the flask out and took a drink. “Thank you. Good idea.”
“No problem. That is a family heirloom, a luck charm. Don’t lose it.”
She put it back in her bag. “Copy that.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”
They watched her on the screen. She was standing in the same spot with wide, scared eyes. When she didn’t move for a little, Dean picked up his phone. “Charlie.” She didn’t move. “Charlie.”
“I’m having a hard time moving.”
Dean dropped his head. “You can do this.”
“I’m not a spy. I can’t, I don’t…” She was pacing. “I can’t do it. I can’t.”
Sam took the phone from Dean. “Charlie, it’s Sam.”
“I’m sorry, Sam. I’m sorry. I just…”
“It’s okay. Listen, who’s your favorite Harry Potter character?” Dean gave Sam a strange look. Now hardly seemed like the time for a question like that.
“Uh, Hermione.”
“Hermione. Well,” he thought back, “did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble, or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?”
“Seriously?” Dean didn’t know what his brother was trying to do. Sam shushed him.
“No, of course not.”
“What did she do?”
“She kicked ass.” Sam smiled and nodded at Dean, who was starting to get the idea. “She actually saves Harry in practically every book and then she ends up with the wrong…”
“Stay on track. So, she kicked ass. What are you gonna do?”
Charlie took a breath and gathered her courage. “I’m gonna kick it in the ass.”
Sam smiled. “Good girl.”
Charlie nodded and walked into the building. Dean gave an impressed look and took his phone back. “Way to go, Dumbledork.”
They watched the cameras and waited for Charlie to appear in the elevator. Cas had been thinking about something since Sam mentioned it. “You know, Hermione was my favorite too.”
Sam and Dean turned to look at Cas. His face was serious. “There she is.” Dean pointed as Charlie appeared on screen going up to the fourth floor. When she exited the elevator, Sam started the loop of the empty elevator footage. Charlie should have been getting back on the elevator to go up to Dick’s floor. They would have to wait for her to contact them.
“I’m in.” They sighed in relief. “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
“You’re on the clock, move.”
It was silent as Charlie made her way to Dick’s office. They didn’t expect her to contact them much as she worked. They jumped when she did, “Hey, there’s a big ass guard blocking the door. What do I do?”
“Wait him out.”
“He’s not going anywhere.”
“Okay, you work there everyday, do you know the guy?”
“I guess. I’ve seen him, but I don’t know him.”
“You’ve seen him. Does he look at you or does he just kind of slide his eyes by?”
“Uh, eye contact. I don’t know, he kind of smiles a bit. I don’t really…”
“Good, you’re gonna go up to him and you’re gonna flirt your way past.”
She sighed. “I can’t. He’s not really my type.”
“You’re gonna have to work through that.”
“As in he’s not a girl.”
“Oh,” Dean looked at Sam and Cas for help, they shrugged, “Oh, uh, pretend he has boobs.”
There was silence for a moment. “Worse.”
“Well,” Dean wasn’t sure what to do really. “Do you have any tattoos? Give him a little sneak peak. All tattoos are sexy.” Dean glanced at Cas for a second remembering the relatively new tattoo.
“Mine is Princess Leia in a slave bikini straddling a 20-sided die.” Dean tilted his head in confusion. “I was drunk. It was Comic Con.”
Dean nodded. “We’ve all been there.” He moved away from Sam and Cas’ curious looks. “Okay, I’ll talk you through this.” He waited for her to breath and walk through the door. “Start off with a smile. You just got home and Scarlett Johansson is waiting for you. He could hear the guard lightly in the background. He told Charlie to repeat what he said.
“Can I help you, miss?”
“Hey, Bill. Charlie from IT.”
“Burnin’ the midnight oil huh?”
“Just like you. I mean, when you’re not at the gym. What, do you work out with all your free time?”
“I try to go to the gym at least three days a week. Just trying to get back to my fighting weight.”
Dean said, “It shows. You look amazing.” Sam turned to look at Dean. His brother sounded a little too genuine with his ‘flirting.’ “This never happened.” Cas was biting back a smile. “You do anything else in your free time, like take a girl out for a drink?” Sam covered his mouth as a laugh escaped. “Stop laughing, Sammy.”
“Stop laughing, Sammy.” Oh crap. Did she say that too? “Um, you don’t know that bar? Stop Laughing Sammy? That place is bringing sexy back which is easy ‘cause they kept the receipt.”
“Stop talking, Charlie!”
“Stop talking, Charlie, right.” Dean closed his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. “So, you were saying about going out, drinks?”
“Yeah, that’d be great.” The guard sounded a little thrown but happy to accept.
“Cool, pencil that in. Can I ask you a favor? The ladies room downstairs is nasty. Can I use the exec bathroom to powder my nose?”
He sounded hesitant. “Yeah, sure why not? It’s down the hall. First door on the right.”
“Thanks.” She headed to Dick’s office. “I feel dirty.”
Dean opened his eyes. “You and me both, sister.”
“The eagle is landing. Starting radio silence.”
“Let us know when you’re out.”
“So we just wait?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.”
After a couple minutes of silence, Sam started filling jars with Borax in case they needed to go in and get Charlie. Dean and Cas watched the cameras and waited for Charlie to contact them.
Dean leaned back. “This is awesome. New plan: let’s just stay in the van and send in the 90 pound girl.”
“Dean, every chomper on Earth knows our faces.” Sam put the lid on a few jars. “How many do you think are in that building? We’d never make it past the lobby.”
“I know. That doesn’t mean I gotta be happy about sending in Veronica Mars.”
“We needed her, Dean.” Cas was watching the screens. “Only she could hack Dick’s files.”
“I know, I know.”
“She’ll be fine.”
“Or we’ll go in.” Sam added.
Dean looked at them and nodded. “And get as far as we can. Damn right.”
“Hey, guys?” They all jumped and Dean grabbed the phone.
“Hey.”
“Sending you all the flagged Dick files now.”
Sure enough, the files were loading onto their desktop. “Charlie,” Sam smiled, “you are a genius.”
“I know. It’s a problem.” They heard some shuffling and a curse from Charlie. “Hey Pete. I guess we both have deadlines, huh?”
“How’s it going?”
“Good. I’ll give you a full progress report in a few hours.”
“Great. Gotta hit that deadline right? Holler if you need anything.”
“Hey, you still there?”
“Yeah, who the Hell was that?”
“Just my manager, the monster.”
“Leave.”
“I can’t. I gotta act normal. I told him I was working, let’s just finish this.” The emails opened on both computers. “Are you seeing this?”
Sam read through one quickly. “According to this, Dick stopped digging days ago.”
“Why?”
“I guess he found what he was looking for. Can you check?”
“Way ahead of you.” Clicking buttons sounded over the phone for a few seconds. “Here we go. Something in a suitcase left Iran last week. Whatever it is, it’s coming here for Dick tonight. What is it?”
“I don’t know.” Dean wanted that package. “But he wants it, so we have to nab it end of story.”
“It’s landing in a private airport near here in, crap, right about now.”
“When’s the exact landing time?”
“Forty-two minutes. Can you make it?”
“We can try. One more thing, Charlie, then get the Hell out of there.”
“What do you need?”
“More time.”
“Let’s get you some.” She started typing. “Travel department is emailing Dick: suitcase is still en route but deferred by weather. Will be thirty minutes late.” They voiced their thanks. “I’ll just finish getting you guys off the drive and get out of Dodge.”
“Call us when you’re clear.”
Dean and Sam went in in disguise while Cas waited by the car. They did a quick switch with Dick’s suitcase. He would be opening a timed bomb of Borax in a few minutes. They headed back with Dick’s prize and drove back closer to the office building to wait for Charlie.
They were standing by the trunk with their case. “Now what?” Sam asked.
“Let’s see what we won.” Dean opened the case. The contents were covered with tan cloth. He pulled the cloth back and revealed a block of red dirt.
“Did we just steal a hunk of red clay?”
“That’s a good question.” He closed the case and put it in the trunk. “Where’s Charlie?” It had been a while and she hadn’t called yet. He tried calling her and got no answer. “I don’t like this. She should have been done by now.”
They headed to the office building and saw Charlie trying to open the glass doors. She was locked inside. “Oh no.” A man ran up behind her as the glass doors cracked. He flew into her and she hit the wall. They could see Dick walking toward her.
Dean looked at the other two. “You guys ready?” They nodded.
With a running start, the three of them jumped through the glass doors. Dick only looked a little surprised at their presence. “Dean,” Charlie called from the floor. She motioned to the man beside her. “He’s one of them.”
Dean took out a container of Borax and threw it on the man. A security guard was advancing on them and Cas knocked him out with a punch. Sam ran back and picked up Charlie.
“That would explain it.” Dick was sneering a few feet away. “You’re hanging out with the wrong crowd, kiddo.” He started towards the group.
They all backed away as the Leviathan got closer. Dick was then sent flying back into an ad display. They only had to wait for a second to see who had done that. Bobby appeared where Dick had been standing.
Dick sat up against the display with a smile. “Alright, enough, show yourself. Let’s do this like real monsters.” He tried to stand and was pushed back roughly to a sitting position. He laughed. “You gotta do that again. That tickled.”
“Guys, come one.” Sam was walking out the doors with Charlie. Dean and Cas followed quickly as Dick stood up.
Sam put Charlie down when they reached the car and they drove off fast. “Charlie, you okay?” Dean looked in the mirror as he drove.
“No,” she was in the back by Cas, holding her injured arm, “why didn’t you kill him?”
“We can’t yet.” Sam looked back at her. “We will.”
“The really evil ones always need a special sword.” She made a few pained noises. “Okay, I’m gonna pass out now.” She started leaning toward Cas. He let her lie on his lap as they drove her to the hospital.
Charlie had a broken arm, but they fixed her up and the next morning she and the boys were at a bus station. She was getting out of town. “I left your dumb flask in the backseat, by the way. Worst good luck charm ever.”
Dean handed her her bag when they reached the bus. Sam smiled and thanked her. “We can’t thank you enough.”
“Actually you can. Never contact me again, like ever. Deal?” She held out her left, good, hand.
“Deal.” Sam shook her hand. Cas did the same.
Dean shook her hand. “Keep your head down out there, okay?”
She shrugged. “This ain’t the first time I disappeared.” At their looks, she smiled. “You think my name is really Charlie Bradbury?” She started moving backwards. “So, good luck saving the world.” She held up her hand in a Vulcan salute. “Peace out, bitches.”
They watched her get on the bus and take off. Dean turned to the others. “She’s kinda like the little sister I never wanted.” Sam and Cas smiled.
Sam started toward the car. “We need to talk.”
“Before we get back to the car and the flask?” Dean figured they would have to talk about Bobby.
“Exactly. So what the Hell happened back in the lobby, Dean?”
“I don’t know. If I had a free shot, I would have bitch slapped the Hell out of Dick.”
“Yeah, but Charlie got her freakin’ arm broken.” They had talked to Charlie and she had said that Pete had been almost thrown into her. They assumed Bobby did it while getting to Dick.
“He didn’t mean to do it.”
“Exactly. He’s not in control. Not around Dick. That was vengeful spirit crap.”
“I know, but it’s still Bobby.”
“If he goes there, he won’t be anymore and then we won’t be able to pull him back. Then what are we supposed to do?”
“Dean,” Cas was standing by Sam, “I thought Bobby would be a help to us in there, but after what happened I don’t know anymore. He’s losing his humanity, Dean. You know that this will happen anyway, eventually.”
Dean sighed. He knew they were both right. He just really didn’t want Bobby to become the next thing they had to hunt. “How about we just figure out what that clay is first and then we’ll figure out what to do with Bobby.”
They all silently agreed on this and headed back to the car. They drove back to the Montana cabin with the clay cube. Dean left Bobby’s flask by the front door next to the case with the clay. They would start looking into it in the morning.
Dean and Cas went to their room. Dean kicked off his shoes and landed on the bed with a thud. “Well, at least we got a puzzle piece and Frank’s hard drive out of the way.”
“Yeah.” Cas took off his jacket and shoes before sitting on the bed beside Dean. “I hope it helps us finally stop them.”
“It should. If Frank’s info was dangerous enough to make Dick nervous, he had to know a lot. We’ll look it over tomorrow.”
Cas nodded. He wanted to talk more about Bobby, but Cas was always nervous as to whether or not Bobby was in the room with them. He let a hand graze over Dean’s. A finger twitched in response. His eyes met Dean’s and he leaned over him, forehead resting on Dean’s.
They stayed that way for a few breaths. Dean was the one that pushed up and sealed their lips together. He held Cas’ hair and pressed a hand into his back.
Cas put a hand on his chest and kissed back. “So,” he pulled back a little, “tattoos are sexy, huh?” Cas smiled.
“Hell yeah they are.” Dean pulled Cas’ shirt off and ran a finger over Cas’ tattoo. Cas pushed down and kissed Dean again. Dean held him close and rolled them over. He pulled off his shirt and straddled Cas. He ran his hands up Cas’ chest and kissed him again.
Dean shifted a little on Cas’ lap while opening the other man’s jeans. “So, Cas,” he leaned back over him once he had his jeans open, “you’ve ridden me enough times,” he kissed Cas, “maybe it can be my turn.”
Cas trembled slightly at the thought. “Dean.”
“Would you like that, Cas?” Dean whispered in Cas’ ear. “Is that what you want?” Cas shivered and pushed up against Dean. He rolled his hips over Cas. “Say it.” Cas let out a noise in the back of his throat. “Come on, Cas. Tell me.”
“Dean…” Cas held the back of his head and thrusted up against him again.
“You gotta tell me what you want, Cas.” Dean smiled into his neck as Cas’ grip tightened and hips moved.
He let out a shaky breath and put his lips by Dean’s ear. “I want you,” he stuttered as Dean pushed down on him, “to ride me, Dean.”
They kissed with more force and soon their remaining clothes were off and Cas had a few fingers in Dean. Dean was pushing back on them and moaning. “Fuck, Cas.” His hands were on Cas’ chest. “Okay, I’m good.” He knelt up to position Cas’ dick.
“Are you sure?” His voice was weak, he really didn’t want this to stop but he wanted Dean to be ready.
In answer to Cas’ question, Dean pushed down on to Cas. He moved slow, feeling the slight burn as he was stretched more by Cas. Cas had his eyes shut and his hands on Dean’s hips. When fully seated, Dean waited a few seconds to adjust. Cas pushed up slightly, wanting Dean to move.
“I know.” He lifted up a little and pushed back down. Both men moaned lightly. Dean did it again, a little harder.
A few thrusts later, the bed was creaking and they were moving in quick, hard thrusts. Cas pulled Dean down for a rough kiss. The new angle made Dean cry out as Cas hit his sweet spot. He pushed back against Cas even harder.
Cas held Dean’s head close, breathing hard and growling his name. Dean braced himself on the mattress and kissed Cas, tongue working to fuck his mouth as he thrusted back. Cas’ grip pulled him impossibly closer.
Dean broke the kiss and caught his breath. He nipped as Cas’ ear and traced his tattoo with a finger. Cas moaned and thrusted into Dean quickly a few times. Dean’s hand moved down over a nipple and he sat up.
Cas arched into his touch. He smiled and anchored himself on Cas with both hands so he could really move. Cas really made noise as Dean slammed down on him and ran his thumbs over Cas’ nipples.
His legs were beginning to protest from the movements. He leaned down to kiss Cas and relax his muscles. Cas locked his arms around Dean’s neck and bit his lips when Dean scraped a nail briefly over his nipple.
He freed a hand from Dean’s neck and reached down to grab Dean’s leaking dick. Dean moaned from the contact. Cas worked quickly to send Dean over the edge. When he did, Dean bit Cas’ neck to muffle his cry.
Dean’s muscles tightened around Cas and with a couple more thrusts he came in Dean with moan of his name. As Cas relaxed, Dean stroked his hair and kissed him and kissed his tattoo. He rolled off Cas and pulled the sheets up over them. They were both tired and quickly fell asleep wrapped together.
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