Rabbits, Really? (Crossover SPN and In Plain Sight)
Tittle: Rabbits, Really?
Author: mello_bello_91
Characters/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester, Castiel, Mary Shannon, Marshall Mann, Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mutilation, angst,
Summary: Dean meets his match when he travels to Albuquerque, New Mexico and meets U.S. Marshal Mary Shannon from In Plain Sight
Word Count: 4810
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
A/N: This is my first crossover, and I never thought I'd write one. Also, I gave Dean and Castiel their alias' on purpose, I know you'll get one of them, if you get the other one then that would make me very happy inside!
Dean wasn't use to having an angel as partner for a hunt. Sure Castiel had helped Dean with a job before, but it was only once or twice before the current job. Sam would usually be with Dean, but since he was out cold at Bobby's house, Castiel was now sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala playing with Dean's cassette tapes. Not that Dean was complaining, he loved having an angel at his side who could smite a demon with one hand and a simple thought. Castiel was also good with the looking information up part of a job, not to mention, he looked damn good doing it. Dean hadn't decided if the latter was a pro or a con, because on more than one occasion, Castiel had been...distracted, and pulled away from the computer to help Dean with a more...physical aspect of a job. A smile appeared on Dean's face as he thought of the last job they were on together.
"Dean?" Castiel was looking over at Dean, his head tilted slightly. "What are you thinking about?"
Dean quickly glanced over at Castiel, "Our last job together."
"With the ghost who almost killed you?" Castiel asked, a confused look on his face.
"Yeah, Cas, but the ghost did not almost kill me; I just simply, let it beat me up to distract it so you could use your angel mojo to kill it." Dean's smile grew, the thought of what happened before the fight overshadowing the actual fight.
"What about it?" Castiel's use of the human language had changed once he started spending way too much time with Dean.
Dean couldn't help but laugh, "Cas, do you remember what happened during that job, when you were doing research?"
"Oh." Castiel had turned away from Dean to look out the passenger side window, as to hide his reddening cheeks from Dean, but failing.
Dean's laughter intensified as he pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the first motel he found. There seemed to be nothing in Albuquerque except dust and apparently, demonic bunny rabbits. "Alright, Cas, let's go do some research!"
"Dean," Castiel looked down at his knees, refusing to meet Dean's burning gaze. "We do not even know what the job is yet. We can not do research without the proper starting po..." Dean cut Castiel off by placing a hand under Castiel's chin and pulling him in for a deep and promising kiss, and Dean couldn't wait to fulfill that promise.
After a few seconds, Dean pulled away, a whimper escaping Castiel's lips. "Can I take that as you're ready to do some research?" Dean turned off the Impala and with a quick smile, climbed out. "Come one Cas, you know you wanted to."
With a sigh, Castiel followed Dean's lead and got out of the Impala, knowing that he really did want what Dean was promising to give him. The job would start tomorrow, once Dean was fully sated, not that Castiel minded, he had no problem making Dean happy, it wasn't really that hard. Castiel smiled as he followed Dean to go get a room, maybe that wasn't quite the right word choice.
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"I'm Officer Collins and this is Officer McCormick." Dean told the man standing in front of him. "We're here about the murders of Frank and Jill King. The cop we talked to told us to talk to you and your partner."
The man nodded and pointed to an interrogation room. The man was a fairly tall man, with black short that looked like Sam's, but it was actually styled, Dean thought. He was an attractive man too, not as attractive as Castiel mind you, but then again, in Dean's eyes, no one was as attractive as Castiel was. "My partner and I will be with you in a minute."
Dean returned the nod and led Castiel into the room they were directed to. Once inside, Dean closed the door and did a quick once over to make sure there were no bugs or cameras anywhere. Dean glanced over at Castiel, which was a big mistake; Castiel was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a pose he had picked up from Dean. All Dean could think of doing was shoving Castiel against that wall and...
"Dean?" Castiel's voice brought Dean back to reality.
"What?" Dean hadn't meant to yell, it was just his first reaction to being pulled out of what could have been an amazing day dream.
Castiel quickly looked down at his shoes, afraid he might have angered Dean in some way, he wasn't sure what he might have done but, Dean's reaction was one of anger. That was one of the downfalls to Castiel, if Dean got hurt, physically or emotionally, because of something Castiel did or said, he reverted back to being the indifferent angel he was trained to be.
Dean knew that reaction, Castiel was starting to put up his barrier. Dean had worked way to hard to get that damn thing down for Castiel to put it up again. Before Dean could tell Castiel that everything was okay, the man and a women, who Dean assumed was his partner, entered the room, which didn't help the situation because by the end of this interview, Castiel's barrier was going to be completely up, which made Dean's job even harder. Dean was hopping that all he had to do to fix this was to show Castiel how much he really meant to Dean. That was the hard part though, the physical stuff Dean could do. It was the emotional, let's-share-our-feeling crap that Dean had a hard time of showing.
"Who are you and why are you asking about Frank and Jill?" The blonde asked. She was just as attractive as her partner, she just wasn't really Dean's type, didn't mean Dean wasn't going to flirt with her. He just wouldn't be Dean Winchester if He didn't flirt with a hot blonde chick, not to mention, Castiel got very possessive when he was jealous, which just meant good things for Dean.
"We're from the F.B.I., I'm Officer Collins, this is Officer McCormick. We were sent to investigate the murders of Frank and Jill." Dean had done this charade so many times, it had become second nature to him. He did all the talking while Castiel just stood around looking menacing, it usually worked. There was a con to this plan though; Castiel always had this deadly look in his eyes, which only made Dean realize that his pants were getting tighter than they were when he put them on. At which point, Dean would say that they had no more questions and all put drag Castiel back to their motel room.
"Doesn't answer my question." The blonde's stance mirrored that of Castiel's, but her stance just didn't have the same affect on Dean that Castiel's stance had.
"Don't care. Not my job to answer your questions. It is however, your job to answer my questions. For example, what's the name of you and the jolly green giant?" Maybe she wasn't as attractive as Dean originally thought, but then again, who was he kidding, she was hot, no matter how much of a bitch she was.
"What is it about F.B.I. guys that think it's everyone's job to do whatever the hell they want them to do?" The blonde was going off on some tangent that Dean really didn't care about, so he took this time to chance a quick glance at Castiel, and damn that was a mistake. If they didn't need information, Dean would be on top of and in Castiel, once they got back to the motel of course, assuming Dean could last that long. The back seat of the Impala was rather comfortable...
"What my partner is trying to say is that, I'm U.S. Marshal Marshall Mann, and this is U.S. Marshal Mary Shannon." The man, Marshall, said, trying to keep the violence to a minimum.
Dean had to stifle a laugh, "Wait, you're a..."
"Yes, I am a U.S. Marshal named Marshall." Marshall gave Dean an annoyed look. Apparently, he heard that joke on more than one occasion, but whatever, Dean still found it funny.
"Okay than, now that that's out of the way, what can you tell us about the murder and the victims?" Dean's smile disappearing.
Marshall and Mary exchanged looks before Marshall spoke again, "Frank and Jill were in Witness Protection, it was our case. Frank got mixed up with the wrong crowd a few months after he married Jill, thus why they are in Witness Protection."
"That's...vague." How was that suppose to help Dean and Castiel? Dean knew that the only reason why someone was in Witness Protection was because of being involved with the wrong crowd, he wasn't that dumb.
"And, all we're going to tell you." Mary started walking towards the door, "We have a job to do, Marshall."
"Right." Marshall followed Mary. After Mary had left the room, Marshall looked at both Dean and Castiel, "If you learn anything, please let us know."
"Right, so long as you do the same."
Marshall nodded and left the room, leaving Dean and Castiel alone, again. They really didn't get any useful information out of that little interview. All they really knew about the case so far was that the victims were in Witness Protection Program and one of the U.S. Marshals in charge of the victims was a jerk while the other was tolerable.
"Come one Cas, we aren't going to get any more information out of these people, let's go see if the coroner has finished the autopsy." Dean motioned for Castiel to follow him out of the room, and like the good puppy Castiel was, he followed.
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Castiel was sitting at the table in the motel, staring at the autopsy report that he and Dean had gotten from the coroner. Dean was sitting on the bed, watching television like he always did when Castiel was doing research.
"Dean." Dean looked away from the T.V. "The unexplainable marks on the victims, they seem to be animal bite marks."
"What animal leaves bite marks that small and how do you know they are bite marks, the coroner said that they were probably from a knife or something." Dean had gotten up and walked over to read of Castiel's shoulder.
"Angel radio. Zachariah has decided to help." Castiel still had his stupid angel barrier up; it was really starting to get on Dean's nerves. "And rabbits leave bite marks that small."
"Rabbits?" Dean was confused, how could tiny rabbits maul two humans? "And what do you mean Zachariah is helping? I though he hated us."
"He has apologized and wished to help in anyway he can, without breaking the rules." When Castiel had his barrier up, he chose not to let Dean know anything but the basics.
"Okay Cas," Dean was done with a stubborn Castiel. He pulled Castiel's chair away from the table just enough so that Dean could stand in between Castiel and the table. Dean placed both his hands on Castiel's cheeks, "Listen, I hate it when you go all angel on me. It pisses me off, so, stop it."
Castiel just looked away, he tried to turn his head, but Dean's hands made it impossible for him to move. "Dean. I didn't mean to upset you. I just..."
Dean removed one of his hands, the other slid down Castiel's face till it cupped his chin, pulling Castiel up into a loving kiss, one that promised something more, only if Castiel wanted it.
Castiel wanted more from the kiss, but they had a job to do. There were, apparently, killer rabbits on the loose that had to be stopped. Castiel reluctantly pulled away from Dean, "Dean, we must deal with the rabbits."
Dean nodded his head, he didn't want to stop kissing and touching Castiel but, Castiel was right, job first. However, once the job was done, Castiel would be spending a few days in bed, given a break only when Dean needed to sleep. "Fine, so, how do we get rid of these killer rabbits?"
"Find the person who is summoning them." Castiel had moved away from Dean and was grabbing his trench coat that he had discarded on the couch when they first entered the room. He didn't need to wear the trench coat anymore, but he had become attached to it, so he still wore it.
"Right, and that would be?" Dean followed Castiel has he walked out the door.
"Someone by the name of, Rebecca Stall." Castiel walked up to the Impala, and climbed into the passenger seat. "We must stop her before she hurts more people."
"Right," Dean got into the the Impala and turned the car on. "Where is she?"
Just drive, and if a light goes red, make a left turn if there is an arrow, and a right turn if there is not." Dean loved how Castiel could use his crazy angel mojo to help him.
"Sounds good to me," Dean put the Impala into drive, and pulled out of the hotel. The first few lights stayed green, then a light went red, a green arrow pointing left appearing, so, Dean turned left. They drove in silence till Castiel told Dean to stop in front of a modern looking house. The windows were dark, "looks like no ones home."
"She is in her living room." Castiel got out of the Impala. "There is a problem though."
"Of course, nothing is ever easy anymore." Dean got out of the Impala, and walked up to the front door.
Dean picked the lock to the front door, once done; he palmed a gun and pushed the door open. After which, he kinda wished he hadn't because there, lying on the ground in the middle of the living room was Rebecca, at least Dean assumed it was. No matter how many dead bodies Dean had seen, he never got use to it, but then again, maybe that was a good thing.
"Now what?" Dean looked over at Castiel, who was staring off into space, no doubt listening to the other angels talk. Great, Castiel would be like that for awhile, so Dean walked over to Rebecca. She had the same marks as Frank and Jill had. So, the rabbits had turned on the person who summoned them, great, now how where they suppose to stop the rabbits.
Dean didn't want to leave Castiel by himself in the living room but he had to look around the house, see if there were any clues as to where the rabbits had gone off to, because once they were summoned, they stayed around till they were destroyed, and since they had mauled Rebecca to death, they were still around and now on the loose, awesome. Luckily, it was only a one story house, so Dean would never be that far away from Castiel.
Walking from the living room to the kitchen, Dean kept his gun raised. What he found in the kitchen was not a pleasant surprise. There was another body, this time male, sitting at the kitchen table, with his head laying on the table, bite marks apparent on his neck. "So, the rabbits eat the victim's necks, then leaves them to bleed out."
"So, it would seem." Castiel's voice made Dean jump. Dean hadn't expected Castiel to come out of his trance for another few minutes.
"So, what did you learn?" Dean asked, trying to mask how much Castiel had scared him.
"The Marshals we met are on their way here."
"Great, then we should go, now."
Castiel nodded and followed Dean out of the house and into the Impala. Great, so instead of getting rid of the rabbits, they now had to hunt them down first, this job was just getting better and better.
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"I really don't want to go back." Dean had been having the same argument with Castiel for who knows how long. "I don't like the blonde one, she's a bitch. Can we just talk to her partner and ignore her?"
Castiel laughed, "You sound like a child Dean."
Dean started to pout, "But mommy, I don't wanna!"
"Why would I be your mother?" Castiel asked, as he lay in the bed next to Dean.
"Because, your the chick in this relationship." Dean answered, wrapping his arms around Castiel. "And I still don't want to go back."
Castiel moved out of Dean's grasp, getting up out of the bed. "It does not matter. We are going."
"I like you better when we aren't on a job, you're nicer." Dean stated, stretching out on the bed.
Castiel threw Dean's clothes at him, "Get dressed or I sleep in the other bed."
Dean moaned and got out of the bed. "I really hate you sometimes." Dean pulled on his boxers and pants; he left his shirt on the bed.
"You will need your shirt when we go speak with the Marshals." Castiel grabbed Dean's shirt and handed it to him.
"Fine, but you have to make up for this later." Dean put his shirt on and grabbed his jacket. "Let's go slow poke."
Castiel sighed and followed Dean out the door. Castiel sometimes missed the way he use to be. Before he met Dean, Castiel didn't care how others felt about him. Then he met Dean and it seemed that one of his biggest worries was that Dean felt ill towards him.
"Hey, Cas, you okay?" Dean had started up the Impala and was already driving.
"I'm fine Dean. Just thinking." Castiel looked out the passenger side window, he loved the way the sun looked after just rising, and it was a very peaceful setting.
"What about?" Dean always worried when Castiel was thinking. He didn't know why, he just didn't really like it, unless he was thinking about Dean, in a good way.
"The past and the present." Castiel refused to look away from the setting they were driving past.
"Uh, huh." Great, that was never good.
The Impala stopped outside of the Marshal office, Dean assumed that was what you called it. Both Dean and Castiel got out of the car, but Castiel refused to look at Dean. He didn't even wait for Dean before walking towards the building.
Once inside Dean noticed that the jolly green giant wasn't at his desk, while the blonde was at hers. The day just kept getting better.
The blonde looked up from her desk as Dean and Castiel walked over to her. "And to what do I owe this intrusion?"
Dean gave her a sarcastic laugh, "The murders of Rebecca Stall and the man in her kitchen."
"What, did your F.B.I. buddies not tell you what happened?"
"If I listened to them, then I wouldn't get to spend my time talking to you." If it was a battle of sarcasm she wanted, it was a battle she was going to get.
"Oh, I'm so glad I could brighten your day."
W-O-W...Dean never thought he would meet someone as sarcastic as him. "Will you marry me?"
"Sorry, I'm taken."
"Oh, bummer. Then, I'll settle for you telling me about the murders because my sources tell me that she was in your program just like Frank and Jill."
"She was. Died the same way too."
"Okay, was she in the program for the same reason as Frank and Jill?"
"Yeah, wrong crowd."
"Who was the man?"
"Her boyfriend, Jacob Kial. He went into the program with Rebecca."
Dean liked it when the blonde, he should probably call her Mary, cooperated with him. "Right, I'm gonna need a list of people who are in this program because they were in the wrong crowd."
"Fine, but stop referring to the Witness Protection Program like it's a rehab program." Mary offered him a folder.
Dean smiled and took the folder. "Thanks. I hope we won't be back."
"Me too." Mary returned to her work as Dean and Castiel left.
Once Dean got into the car he laughed, if he wasn't in love with Castiel, he would be all over Mary. She was the full package, Hot and a sarcastic bitch, she was perfect.
"I do not think she is perfect for you." Castiel was not amused by Dean's thoughts.
"Aw Cas, you aren't jealous are you?" Dean loved a jealous Castiel. A possessive Castiel was just perfect; he loved the way Castiel was when he was jealous. Castiel was rough when he was jealous, and no matter how much Dean hated to admit it, he loved it rough.
"I will be sleeping in the other bed." Castiel was not going to tolerate Dean's thoughts.
"What? Why?" Dean was worried now.
"You wish for someone to share your bed. Drop me off at the motel and go back to your blonde." Castiel was silent after that, and Dean had enough sense not to say anything about it.
Dean wasn't going to allow Castiel to sleep in the other bed though. By the time they reached the motel, Castiel would have cooled down and would be begging to be in Dean's bed. At least, that's what Dean hoped would happen.
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"Zachariah has located the rabbits." That was the first thing Castiel had said since their little "fight" last night. It wasn't really a fight, just Castiel reading Dean's mind and then reacting in a closed off manner. This resulted in Castiel sleeping in a different bed than Dean, which had caused Dean to have a rough time falling asleep.
"Alright then, let's go!" Dean would do anything to finish this job. He needed to be far away from Albuquerque as soon a possible.
"You mean as far away from Mary as possible." Castiel was still mad about Dean's thoughts on her, and what he would do to her, if he wasn't as in love with Castiel as he claimed to be.
"Oh, come on Cas, I said I was sorry. You can't be mad about this forever." Dean really wanted his Castiel back, the one who was confident that Dean loved him, not the one that second guessed their whole fucking relationship.
Castiel looked over at Dean who was sitting on his bed. It was then that Castiel decided that maybe Dean was right. Standing up from the table, Castiel walked over to where Dean was sitting and pushed him down onto the bed. Dean had a look of pure shock on his face, this was the last thing he had expected Castiel to do. "When this job is done, I am going to mark you everyday so that everyone knows who you belong to. Understand?"
Dean nodded, to stunned to say anything.
"Good, now let us go." Castiel turned and walked out of the motel room.
After a few minutes to collect his thoughts, Dean smiled and followed Castiel out to the Impala, "Hey, Cas, are we doing the traffic light thing again?"
Dean couldn't see Castiel's face but he knew that Castiel was smiling. They both got into the Impala, moods better than they were just a few minutes before.
They drove in silence, not a bad silence like last night. It was a good silence, one that was just filled with the feeling of being comfortable and safe when your with someone you care about.
They reached the house a few minutes later. "They are inside. As is there next victim."
"Right, let's go." Dean all but jumped out of the car; he was going to enjoy this, killing some insane demonic rabbits that enjoy killing innocent people. "Come on Cas. Let's finish this."
Castiel nodded, he wanted to end this as much as Dean did, so when Dean ran up to the front door, Castiel was quick to follow.
Dean did the whole pick the lock and carefully opens the door routine he had done many times before. The picture he saw once he entered the room was what took him by surprise; it was worse than seeing Rebecca dead in her living room. The rabbits, who looked like actual rabbits, they were small, and furry, were eating this man's neck. The man was just lying there, everything about him was still, except his eyes, and they were looking around the room almost frantically. He was drugged; the little rabbits had drugged him, rabbits, really?
Dean ran over to the man and started to pull the rabbits off the man while Castiel started chanting in Latin. There were four rabbits total, all looking cute and fluffy. Did Dean Winchester just describe something as cute and fluffy? Man, he had been spending way too much down time with Castiel, because when they weren't on a job, Castiel was like a little kid, in both speaking and how he acted.
Every time Dean pulled a rabbit off of the man, they just hopped back over to the man and started to eat him again. It was like they couldn't stop till there was nothing left to eat. Castiel was still chanting Latin and the man's eyes were stopping, the coloring of his face started to pale. That's when Dean decided to take his gun and shoot the rabbits. They disappeared just to reappear a few second later; Dean was getting no where fast. He just hoped that Castiel would finish his Latin soon. Dean grabbed his flask of Holy Water and threw some on the rabbits, it had the same affect as the gun, but instead of disappearing the rabbits just backed away as steam came off of them. Finally Castiel was quiet and the rabbits disappeared, the man was still alive but just barely. Dean pulled out his cell phone and called 911. He just hoped that the ambulance would get here in time.
"Dean." Castiel was now standing next to him. "We must leave."
Dean nodded and started walking towards the door. Once outside, Dean could hear the ambulance's siren as it came closer to the house. Dean and Castiel quickened their pace, the last thing they needed was to be found by the cops with an almost dead body. Dean pulled away just in time for the ambulance to take his spot. In the rear view mirror, Dean could see men getting out of the ambulance, pulling a stretcher out and running into the house with it. Hopefully, that man would survive; sadly, Dean couldn't stick around to find out, he was more than ready to get out of this town. Not to mention, he was ready for Castiel to fulfill his promise of marking him everyday.
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Dean and Castiel pulled up to the Marshal's office for, hopefully, the last time. "Why are we here Cas?"
"Because, I think the Marshals would like to know that there will be no more unexplainable deaths in their town." Castiel was smiling, and not a good smile either.
"Right, if you say so." Dean and Castiel walked into the office. Both Marshals were there this time, Dean wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, he decided to put this under the good column.
"Are you here to ask about Parker?" Mary asked, "Or did you just miss me?"
"Oh, it's defiantly the missing you." Dean would miss her sarcasm, "No, I'm here to tell you that there should be no more murders like these last four."
"And, why do you say that?" Mary knew that there was something Dean refused to tell her.
"I'm just good like that." Dean smiled.
"What my partner is trying to say is Thank you." Marshall had finally said something after just staring at Dean and Mary.
"My partner is trying to say No problem." It was Castiel's turn to talk. Castiel stuck his hand out and Marshall took it, the two civil people in the room, apparently. "Take care." Castiel turned and started walking out of the office, Dean followed, not wanting to be left behind.
Once outside, Castiel looked at the rising sun, it seemed that Dean and Castiel always drove when either the sun was either rising or falling.
Dean walked over to stand next to Castiel, his arm wrapped protectively around Castiel's shoulders. "Well, this job is done. You ready to make good and mark me everyday."
Castiel laughed, pulling Dean into a hug before giving Dean a much needed kiss. When Castiel pulled away, it was Dean who was laughing. "Hey Cas, did you know that we haven't kissed in twenty four hours?"
Castiel started laughing again; he loved his Dean Winchester, no matter how much of a pain in the ass he could be. He was Castiel's pain in the ass, and no one else's, and Castiel planned on showing this to Dean and everyone else on a daily basis.
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Author: mello_bello_91
Characters/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester, Castiel, Mary Shannon, Marshall Mann, Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mutilation, angst,
Summary: Dean meets his match when he travels to Albuquerque, New Mexico and meets U.S. Marshal Mary Shannon from In Plain Sight
Word Count: 4810
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
A/N: This is my first crossover, and I never thought I'd write one. Also, I gave Dean and Castiel their alias' on purpose, I know you'll get one of them, if you get the other one then that would make me very happy inside!
Dean wasn't use to having an angel as partner for a hunt. Sure Castiel had helped Dean with a job before, but it was only once or twice before the current job. Sam would usually be with Dean, but since he was out cold at Bobby's house, Castiel was now sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala playing with Dean's cassette tapes. Not that Dean was complaining, he loved having an angel at his side who could smite a demon with one hand and a simple thought. Castiel was also good with the looking information up part of a job, not to mention, he looked damn good doing it. Dean hadn't decided if the latter was a pro or a con, because on more than one occasion, Castiel had been...distracted, and pulled away from the computer to help Dean with a more...physical aspect of a job. A smile appeared on Dean's face as he thought of the last job they were on together.
"Dean?" Castiel was looking over at Dean, his head tilted slightly. "What are you thinking about?"
Dean quickly glanced over at Castiel, "Our last job together."
"With the ghost who almost killed you?" Castiel asked, a confused look on his face.
"Yeah, Cas, but the ghost did not almost kill me; I just simply, let it beat me up to distract it so you could use your angel mojo to kill it." Dean's smile grew, the thought of what happened before the fight overshadowing the actual fight.
"What about it?" Castiel's use of the human language had changed once he started spending way too much time with Dean.
Dean couldn't help but laugh, "Cas, do you remember what happened during that job, when you were doing research?"
"Oh." Castiel had turned away from Dean to look out the passenger side window, as to hide his reddening cheeks from Dean, but failing.
Dean's laughter intensified as he pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the first motel he found. There seemed to be nothing in Albuquerque except dust and apparently, demonic bunny rabbits. "Alright, Cas, let's go do some research!"
"Dean," Castiel looked down at his knees, refusing to meet Dean's burning gaze. "We do not even know what the job is yet. We can not do research without the proper starting po..." Dean cut Castiel off by placing a hand under Castiel's chin and pulling him in for a deep and promising kiss, and Dean couldn't wait to fulfill that promise.
After a few seconds, Dean pulled away, a whimper escaping Castiel's lips. "Can I take that as you're ready to do some research?" Dean turned off the Impala and with a quick smile, climbed out. "Come one Cas, you know you wanted to."
With a sigh, Castiel followed Dean's lead and got out of the Impala, knowing that he really did want what Dean was promising to give him. The job would start tomorrow, once Dean was fully sated, not that Castiel minded, he had no problem making Dean happy, it wasn't really that hard. Castiel smiled as he followed Dean to go get a room, maybe that wasn't quite the right word choice.
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"I'm Officer Collins and this is Officer McCormick." Dean told the man standing in front of him. "We're here about the murders of Frank and Jill King. The cop we talked to told us to talk to you and your partner."
The man nodded and pointed to an interrogation room. The man was a fairly tall man, with black short that looked like Sam's, but it was actually styled, Dean thought. He was an attractive man too, not as attractive as Castiel mind you, but then again, in Dean's eyes, no one was as attractive as Castiel was. "My partner and I will be with you in a minute."
Dean returned the nod and led Castiel into the room they were directed to. Once inside, Dean closed the door and did a quick once over to make sure there were no bugs or cameras anywhere. Dean glanced over at Castiel, which was a big mistake; Castiel was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a pose he had picked up from Dean. All Dean could think of doing was shoving Castiel against that wall and...
"Dean?" Castiel's voice brought Dean back to reality.
"What?" Dean hadn't meant to yell, it was just his first reaction to being pulled out of what could have been an amazing day dream.
Castiel quickly looked down at his shoes, afraid he might have angered Dean in some way, he wasn't sure what he might have done but, Dean's reaction was one of anger. That was one of the downfalls to Castiel, if Dean got hurt, physically or emotionally, because of something Castiel did or said, he reverted back to being the indifferent angel he was trained to be.
Dean knew that reaction, Castiel was starting to put up his barrier. Dean had worked way to hard to get that damn thing down for Castiel to put it up again. Before Dean could tell Castiel that everything was okay, the man and a women, who Dean assumed was his partner, entered the room, which didn't help the situation because by the end of this interview, Castiel's barrier was going to be completely up, which made Dean's job even harder. Dean was hopping that all he had to do to fix this was to show Castiel how much he really meant to Dean. That was the hard part though, the physical stuff Dean could do. It was the emotional, let's-share-our-feeling crap that Dean had a hard time of showing.
"Who are you and why are you asking about Frank and Jill?" The blonde asked. She was just as attractive as her partner, she just wasn't really Dean's type, didn't mean Dean wasn't going to flirt with her. He just wouldn't be Dean Winchester if He didn't flirt with a hot blonde chick, not to mention, Castiel got very possessive when he was jealous, which just meant good things for Dean.
"We're from the F.B.I., I'm Officer Collins, this is Officer McCormick. We were sent to investigate the murders of Frank and Jill." Dean had done this charade so many times, it had become second nature to him. He did all the talking while Castiel just stood around looking menacing, it usually worked. There was a con to this plan though; Castiel always had this deadly look in his eyes, which only made Dean realize that his pants were getting tighter than they were when he put them on. At which point, Dean would say that they had no more questions and all put drag Castiel back to their motel room.
"Doesn't answer my question." The blonde's stance mirrored that of Castiel's, but her stance just didn't have the same affect on Dean that Castiel's stance had.
"Don't care. Not my job to answer your questions. It is however, your job to answer my questions. For example, what's the name of you and the jolly green giant?" Maybe she wasn't as attractive as Dean originally thought, but then again, who was he kidding, she was hot, no matter how much of a bitch she was.
"What is it about F.B.I. guys that think it's everyone's job to do whatever the hell they want them to do?" The blonde was going off on some tangent that Dean really didn't care about, so he took this time to chance a quick glance at Castiel, and damn that was a mistake. If they didn't need information, Dean would be on top of and in Castiel, once they got back to the motel of course, assuming Dean could last that long. The back seat of the Impala was rather comfortable...
"What my partner is trying to say is that, I'm U.S. Marshal Marshall Mann, and this is U.S. Marshal Mary Shannon." The man, Marshall, said, trying to keep the violence to a minimum.
Dean had to stifle a laugh, "Wait, you're a..."
"Yes, I am a U.S. Marshal named Marshall." Marshall gave Dean an annoyed look. Apparently, he heard that joke on more than one occasion, but whatever, Dean still found it funny.
"Okay than, now that that's out of the way, what can you tell us about the murder and the victims?" Dean's smile disappearing.
Marshall and Mary exchanged looks before Marshall spoke again, "Frank and Jill were in Witness Protection, it was our case. Frank got mixed up with the wrong crowd a few months after he married Jill, thus why they are in Witness Protection."
"That's...vague." How was that suppose to help Dean and Castiel? Dean knew that the only reason why someone was in Witness Protection was because of being involved with the wrong crowd, he wasn't that dumb.
"And, all we're going to tell you." Mary started walking towards the door, "We have a job to do, Marshall."
"Right." Marshall followed Mary. After Mary had left the room, Marshall looked at both Dean and Castiel, "If you learn anything, please let us know."
"Right, so long as you do the same."
Marshall nodded and left the room, leaving Dean and Castiel alone, again. They really didn't get any useful information out of that little interview. All they really knew about the case so far was that the victims were in Witness Protection Program and one of the U.S. Marshals in charge of the victims was a jerk while the other was tolerable.
"Come one Cas, we aren't going to get any more information out of these people, let's go see if the coroner has finished the autopsy." Dean motioned for Castiel to follow him out of the room, and like the good puppy Castiel was, he followed.
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Castiel was sitting at the table in the motel, staring at the autopsy report that he and Dean had gotten from the coroner. Dean was sitting on the bed, watching television like he always did when Castiel was doing research.
"Dean." Dean looked away from the T.V. "The unexplainable marks on the victims, they seem to be animal bite marks."
"What animal leaves bite marks that small and how do you know they are bite marks, the coroner said that they were probably from a knife or something." Dean had gotten up and walked over to read of Castiel's shoulder.
"Angel radio. Zachariah has decided to help." Castiel still had his stupid angel barrier up; it was really starting to get on Dean's nerves. "And rabbits leave bite marks that small."
"Rabbits?" Dean was confused, how could tiny rabbits maul two humans? "And what do you mean Zachariah is helping? I though he hated us."
"He has apologized and wished to help in anyway he can, without breaking the rules." When Castiel had his barrier up, he chose not to let Dean know anything but the basics.
"Okay Cas," Dean was done with a stubborn Castiel. He pulled Castiel's chair away from the table just enough so that Dean could stand in between Castiel and the table. Dean placed both his hands on Castiel's cheeks, "Listen, I hate it when you go all angel on me. It pisses me off, so, stop it."
Castiel just looked away, he tried to turn his head, but Dean's hands made it impossible for him to move. "Dean. I didn't mean to upset you. I just..."
Dean removed one of his hands, the other slid down Castiel's face till it cupped his chin, pulling Castiel up into a loving kiss, one that promised something more, only if Castiel wanted it.
Castiel wanted more from the kiss, but they had a job to do. There were, apparently, killer rabbits on the loose that had to be stopped. Castiel reluctantly pulled away from Dean, "Dean, we must deal with the rabbits."
Dean nodded his head, he didn't want to stop kissing and touching Castiel but, Castiel was right, job first. However, once the job was done, Castiel would be spending a few days in bed, given a break only when Dean needed to sleep. "Fine, so, how do we get rid of these killer rabbits?"
"Find the person who is summoning them." Castiel had moved away from Dean and was grabbing his trench coat that he had discarded on the couch when they first entered the room. He didn't need to wear the trench coat anymore, but he had become attached to it, so he still wore it.
"Right, and that would be?" Dean followed Castiel has he walked out the door.
"Someone by the name of, Rebecca Stall." Castiel walked up to the Impala, and climbed into the passenger seat. "We must stop her before she hurts more people."
"Right," Dean got into the the Impala and turned the car on. "Where is she?"
Just drive, and if a light goes red, make a left turn if there is an arrow, and a right turn if there is not." Dean loved how Castiel could use his crazy angel mojo to help him.
"Sounds good to me," Dean put the Impala into drive, and pulled out of the hotel. The first few lights stayed green, then a light went red, a green arrow pointing left appearing, so, Dean turned left. They drove in silence till Castiel told Dean to stop in front of a modern looking house. The windows were dark, "looks like no ones home."
"She is in her living room." Castiel got out of the Impala. "There is a problem though."
"Of course, nothing is ever easy anymore." Dean got out of the Impala, and walked up to the front door.
Dean picked the lock to the front door, once done; he palmed a gun and pushed the door open. After which, he kinda wished he hadn't because there, lying on the ground in the middle of the living room was Rebecca, at least Dean assumed it was. No matter how many dead bodies Dean had seen, he never got use to it, but then again, maybe that was a good thing.
"Now what?" Dean looked over at Castiel, who was staring off into space, no doubt listening to the other angels talk. Great, Castiel would be like that for awhile, so Dean walked over to Rebecca. She had the same marks as Frank and Jill had. So, the rabbits had turned on the person who summoned them, great, now how where they suppose to stop the rabbits.
Dean didn't want to leave Castiel by himself in the living room but he had to look around the house, see if there were any clues as to where the rabbits had gone off to, because once they were summoned, they stayed around till they were destroyed, and since they had mauled Rebecca to death, they were still around and now on the loose, awesome. Luckily, it was only a one story house, so Dean would never be that far away from Castiel.
Walking from the living room to the kitchen, Dean kept his gun raised. What he found in the kitchen was not a pleasant surprise. There was another body, this time male, sitting at the kitchen table, with his head laying on the table, bite marks apparent on his neck. "So, the rabbits eat the victim's necks, then leaves them to bleed out."
"So, it would seem." Castiel's voice made Dean jump. Dean hadn't expected Castiel to come out of his trance for another few minutes.
"So, what did you learn?" Dean asked, trying to mask how much Castiel had scared him.
"The Marshals we met are on their way here."
"Great, then we should go, now."
Castiel nodded and followed Dean out of the house and into the Impala. Great, so instead of getting rid of the rabbits, they now had to hunt them down first, this job was just getting better and better.
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"I really don't want to go back." Dean had been having the same argument with Castiel for who knows how long. "I don't like the blonde one, she's a bitch. Can we just talk to her partner and ignore her?"
Castiel laughed, "You sound like a child Dean."
Dean started to pout, "But mommy, I don't wanna!"
"Why would I be your mother?" Castiel asked, as he lay in the bed next to Dean.
"Because, your the chick in this relationship." Dean answered, wrapping his arms around Castiel. "And I still don't want to go back."
Castiel moved out of Dean's grasp, getting up out of the bed. "It does not matter. We are going."
"I like you better when we aren't on a job, you're nicer." Dean stated, stretching out on the bed.
Castiel threw Dean's clothes at him, "Get dressed or I sleep in the other bed."
Dean moaned and got out of the bed. "I really hate you sometimes." Dean pulled on his boxers and pants; he left his shirt on the bed.
"You will need your shirt when we go speak with the Marshals." Castiel grabbed Dean's shirt and handed it to him.
"Fine, but you have to make up for this later." Dean put his shirt on and grabbed his jacket. "Let's go slow poke."
Castiel sighed and followed Dean out the door. Castiel sometimes missed the way he use to be. Before he met Dean, Castiel didn't care how others felt about him. Then he met Dean and it seemed that one of his biggest worries was that Dean felt ill towards him.
"Hey, Cas, you okay?" Dean had started up the Impala and was already driving.
"I'm fine Dean. Just thinking." Castiel looked out the passenger side window, he loved the way the sun looked after just rising, and it was a very peaceful setting.
"What about?" Dean always worried when Castiel was thinking. He didn't know why, he just didn't really like it, unless he was thinking about Dean, in a good way.
"The past and the present." Castiel refused to look away from the setting they were driving past.
"Uh, huh." Great, that was never good.
The Impala stopped outside of the Marshal office, Dean assumed that was what you called it. Both Dean and Castiel got out of the car, but Castiel refused to look at Dean. He didn't even wait for Dean before walking towards the building.
Once inside Dean noticed that the jolly green giant wasn't at his desk, while the blonde was at hers. The day just kept getting better.
The blonde looked up from her desk as Dean and Castiel walked over to her. "And to what do I owe this intrusion?"
Dean gave her a sarcastic laugh, "The murders of Rebecca Stall and the man in her kitchen."
"What, did your F.B.I. buddies not tell you what happened?"
"If I listened to them, then I wouldn't get to spend my time talking to you." If it was a battle of sarcasm she wanted, it was a battle she was going to get.
"Oh, I'm so glad I could brighten your day."
W-O-W...Dean never thought he would meet someone as sarcastic as him. "Will you marry me?"
"Sorry, I'm taken."
"Oh, bummer. Then, I'll settle for you telling me about the murders because my sources tell me that she was in your program just like Frank and Jill."
"She was. Died the same way too."
"Okay, was she in the program for the same reason as Frank and Jill?"
"Yeah, wrong crowd."
"Who was the man?"
"Her boyfriend, Jacob Kial. He went into the program with Rebecca."
Dean liked it when the blonde, he should probably call her Mary, cooperated with him. "Right, I'm gonna need a list of people who are in this program because they were in the wrong crowd."
"Fine, but stop referring to the Witness Protection Program like it's a rehab program." Mary offered him a folder.
Dean smiled and took the folder. "Thanks. I hope we won't be back."
"Me too." Mary returned to her work as Dean and Castiel left.
Once Dean got into the car he laughed, if he wasn't in love with Castiel, he would be all over Mary. She was the full package, Hot and a sarcastic bitch, she was perfect.
"I do not think she is perfect for you." Castiel was not amused by Dean's thoughts.
"Aw Cas, you aren't jealous are you?" Dean loved a jealous Castiel. A possessive Castiel was just perfect; he loved the way Castiel was when he was jealous. Castiel was rough when he was jealous, and no matter how much Dean hated to admit it, he loved it rough.
"I will be sleeping in the other bed." Castiel was not going to tolerate Dean's thoughts.
"What? Why?" Dean was worried now.
"You wish for someone to share your bed. Drop me off at the motel and go back to your blonde." Castiel was silent after that, and Dean had enough sense not to say anything about it.
Dean wasn't going to allow Castiel to sleep in the other bed though. By the time they reached the motel, Castiel would have cooled down and would be begging to be in Dean's bed. At least, that's what Dean hoped would happen.
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"Zachariah has located the rabbits." That was the first thing Castiel had said since their little "fight" last night. It wasn't really a fight, just Castiel reading Dean's mind and then reacting in a closed off manner. This resulted in Castiel sleeping in a different bed than Dean, which had caused Dean to have a rough time falling asleep.
"Alright then, let's go!" Dean would do anything to finish this job. He needed to be far away from Albuquerque as soon a possible.
"You mean as far away from Mary as possible." Castiel was still mad about Dean's thoughts on her, and what he would do to her, if he wasn't as in love with Castiel as he claimed to be.
"Oh, come on Cas, I said I was sorry. You can't be mad about this forever." Dean really wanted his Castiel back, the one who was confident that Dean loved him, not the one that second guessed their whole fucking relationship.
Castiel looked over at Dean who was sitting on his bed. It was then that Castiel decided that maybe Dean was right. Standing up from the table, Castiel walked over to where Dean was sitting and pushed him down onto the bed. Dean had a look of pure shock on his face, this was the last thing he had expected Castiel to do. "When this job is done, I am going to mark you everyday so that everyone knows who you belong to. Understand?"
Dean nodded, to stunned to say anything.
"Good, now let us go." Castiel turned and walked out of the motel room.
After a few minutes to collect his thoughts, Dean smiled and followed Castiel out to the Impala, "Hey, Cas, are we doing the traffic light thing again?"
Dean couldn't see Castiel's face but he knew that Castiel was smiling. They both got into the Impala, moods better than they were just a few minutes before.
They drove in silence, not a bad silence like last night. It was a good silence, one that was just filled with the feeling of being comfortable and safe when your with someone you care about.
They reached the house a few minutes later. "They are inside. As is there next victim."
"Right, let's go." Dean all but jumped out of the car; he was going to enjoy this, killing some insane demonic rabbits that enjoy killing innocent people. "Come on Cas. Let's finish this."
Castiel nodded, he wanted to end this as much as Dean did, so when Dean ran up to the front door, Castiel was quick to follow.
Dean did the whole pick the lock and carefully opens the door routine he had done many times before. The picture he saw once he entered the room was what took him by surprise; it was worse than seeing Rebecca dead in her living room. The rabbits, who looked like actual rabbits, they were small, and furry, were eating this man's neck. The man was just lying there, everything about him was still, except his eyes, and they were looking around the room almost frantically. He was drugged; the little rabbits had drugged him, rabbits, really?
Dean ran over to the man and started to pull the rabbits off the man while Castiel started chanting in Latin. There were four rabbits total, all looking cute and fluffy. Did Dean Winchester just describe something as cute and fluffy? Man, he had been spending way too much down time with Castiel, because when they weren't on a job, Castiel was like a little kid, in both speaking and how he acted.
Every time Dean pulled a rabbit off of the man, they just hopped back over to the man and started to eat him again. It was like they couldn't stop till there was nothing left to eat. Castiel was still chanting Latin and the man's eyes were stopping, the coloring of his face started to pale. That's when Dean decided to take his gun and shoot the rabbits. They disappeared just to reappear a few second later; Dean was getting no where fast. He just hoped that Castiel would finish his Latin soon. Dean grabbed his flask of Holy Water and threw some on the rabbits, it had the same affect as the gun, but instead of disappearing the rabbits just backed away as steam came off of them. Finally Castiel was quiet and the rabbits disappeared, the man was still alive but just barely. Dean pulled out his cell phone and called 911. He just hoped that the ambulance would get here in time.
"Dean." Castiel was now standing next to him. "We must leave."
Dean nodded and started walking towards the door. Once outside, Dean could hear the ambulance's siren as it came closer to the house. Dean and Castiel quickened their pace, the last thing they needed was to be found by the cops with an almost dead body. Dean pulled away just in time for the ambulance to take his spot. In the rear view mirror, Dean could see men getting out of the ambulance, pulling a stretcher out and running into the house with it. Hopefully, that man would survive; sadly, Dean couldn't stick around to find out, he was more than ready to get out of this town. Not to mention, he was ready for Castiel to fulfill his promise of marking him everyday.
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Dean and Castiel pulled up to the Marshal's office for, hopefully, the last time. "Why are we here Cas?"
"Because, I think the Marshals would like to know that there will be no more unexplainable deaths in their town." Castiel was smiling, and not a good smile either.
"Right, if you say so." Dean and Castiel walked into the office. Both Marshals were there this time, Dean wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, he decided to put this under the good column.
"Are you here to ask about Parker?" Mary asked, "Or did you just miss me?"
"Oh, it's defiantly the missing you." Dean would miss her sarcasm, "No, I'm here to tell you that there should be no more murders like these last four."
"And, why do you say that?" Mary knew that there was something Dean refused to tell her.
"I'm just good like that." Dean smiled.
"What my partner is trying to say is Thank you." Marshall had finally said something after just staring at Dean and Mary.
"My partner is trying to say No problem." It was Castiel's turn to talk. Castiel stuck his hand out and Marshall took it, the two civil people in the room, apparently. "Take care." Castiel turned and started walking out of the office, Dean followed, not wanting to be left behind.
Once outside, Castiel looked at the rising sun, it seemed that Dean and Castiel always drove when either the sun was either rising or falling.
Dean walked over to stand next to Castiel, his arm wrapped protectively around Castiel's shoulders. "Well, this job is done. You ready to make good and mark me everyday."
Castiel laughed, pulling Dean into a hug before giving Dean a much needed kiss. When Castiel pulled away, it was Dean who was laughing. "Hey Cas, did you know that we haven't kissed in twenty four hours?"
Castiel started laughing again; he loved his Dean Winchester, no matter how much of a pain in the ass he could be. He was Castiel's pain in the ass, and no one else's, and Castiel planned on showing this to Dean and everyone else on a daily basis.
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