Nightshift 60: M-A Block Hallway

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[from here]As much as Sangamon might deny it, Landel's words were echoing around in his head. He'd met the type a dozen times before. Utterly self-centered. Sociopaths, except they'd learned how to fake enough human interest to work their way into a CEO's office instead of a jail cell

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The familiarity of the clothing he was now wearing somehow added to Castiel's confidence. It made no sense; the coat and suit would in no way add to his ability to escape this place, when it came down to it. But when he had barely any of his powers left, it seemed that something as inconsequential as clothing was what he had to hold onto.

The blade in his hand was something even more familiar and far more useful, and Castiel's grip on it was tight and steady. While he hadn't set up plans with anyone over the course of the day, he would either come across someone in the halls or move on alone. While his body would sustain damage much more easily now, it had been some time since Castiel had been injured. And the night before had left him slightly prideful. He would manage.

[For Dean.]

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[From hereHe didn't expect to stumble upon a way to escape or running into Martin Landel all by his lonesome. Hell, he'd just take getting home with Sam in tow and call it a day

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Normally, Castiel would have liked to believe that his senses would have been enough to avoid a collision, but whoever was speeding down the hallway managed to stop himself before they actually bumped into each other. That person turned out to be Dean himself, and Castiel couldn't help glancing over the man's shoulder to put to memory where exactly he'd come from. Now he had at least some idea of where Dean's room was.

The comments on his clothing stood out, mainly because he recalled Dean fussing over his tie once before. But this was the first time that Dean -- the Dean of the past, that is -- had seen him like this. Strange, when it was more or less the only thing Dean had seen him in, before this

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Yeah, so basically Castiel had answered his question: apparently Heaven was some spiritual nudie colony. Probably the most boring one in existence, given Castiel's total lack of excitement there

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Drafty? Hardly. Angels didn't have much concern for temperature in the first place, though Castiel had to admit that the fires of Hell had been hot enough that even he had felt it in his true form. That was something that he couldn't mention to Dean, though, because he'd yet to explain any of that to him

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“That the angel version of a date?” Dean asked, glancing up from where he’d been checking the release catch of his knife sheath. He raised an eyebrow at Castiel. “Man, you got to work on the pickup lines. You’re never gonna get laid

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Even when Dean barely knew him, he had this odd fixation on the idea of Castiel losing his virginity. It had been one thing when they had both thought he'd be facing death at Raphael's hands come morning, but in this case all he'd been asking was if Dean had wanted his company. There must have been something off about his phrasing, but he didn't know what exactly it had been.

Still, despite Dean's comments he didn't seem against the idea of them traveling together, which showed a degree of trust that Castiel hadn't necessarily expected. He knew that things between them were complicated at the moment, both due to the time discrepancies and Ruby's presence, but it seemed that telling Dean about what she really was had made an impression.

"I was also thinking of searching around outside," he said, relieved to find that they were thinking along the same lines. "Let's make haste." With that, he turned toward the exit door, grip tight on his blade, and led them out.

[To here.]