Destiel RP (Angelfire1 and k-michelle412)

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Castiel turned and walked over to Dean. He leaned in and scanned the small card before smiling. He glanced around making sure Sam was still in the bathroom before he leaned all the way in and kissed Dean.
 
Dean smiled into the kiss and rested a hand on Cas' shoulder. Once their lips parted, he grinned and studied the angel's face. "That was unexpected."
 
Castiel bit his bottom lip in a shy smile and shrugged. "I just...felt like it I guess." He murmured before righting himself. No sooner did Sam walk out of the bathroom. He was fully dressed, rubbing his fluffy brown hair with a towel. He tossed it to the corner of the room with other dirty towels and hopped on to the bed. "So...when are we leaving since Cas woke up?"
 
"Now, if you want." He stood up and stood close to Cas, pressing their shoulders together. "We should take the car, in case we need to make a quick escape again." He looked at Cas and then back at Sam and slipped his hand behind their close bodies to grab Cas' to squeeze it tightly. He let go and passed Cas and Sam to go to the door.
 
Sam shrugged and got off the bed. He went to his bag and threw in his computer and phone charger. He was completely oblivious to the blossoming relationship between his older brother and the angel. He heaved the bag over his shoulder and followed his brother out to the car.
Castiel hid the smile that begged to be let loose on his lips. He slightly leaned into Dean as the other male pressed his shoulder to his. He could feel his heart do a strange sort of stuttering flip as Dean took his hand. He squeezed back gently before the brown haired male left to the car. Castiel took a deep breath and looked around. He made sure they didn't leave anything behind and walked out. Again, he stared at the car like it was a spawn of the devil. Dean drove like a madman and Castiel wasn't getting any better with automobile travel. On the plus side, he had an excuse to hold on to Dean without being questioned by anyone. He slipped into the passenger seat, buckling his seat belt and closing the door. After Dean started the car, Castiel slipped his hand into the others and held it firmly in his grasp.
 
Dean smirked as Cas grabbed his hand and he started off out of the parking lot, going through the directions the bartender had given him in his head. He glanced at Cas every few moments with a smile.
 
Castiel squeezed Dean's hand tightly. He kept his eyes on the road, silently praying they didn't veer off to the side and spontaneously combust and die. They were particularly morbid thoughts, especially for an angel, but Castiel hated cars so it was to be expected. "Did..D-Did they uh, say how...how far th-this place is?" Castiel asked softly.
 
"Not far from the bar. Don't worry Cas you're fine." He lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "I'm here." He rubbed Cas' hand with his thumb gently. They were supposed to go to the corner of sixth and Moriston. Tiny brick wall. Knock three times. Show the card. Okay.
 
Castiel flickered his eyes over to Dean and then back to the road. He took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Okay." He squeezed Dean's hand with his own as a quiet thank you.
 
Dean smiled. He drove up to the corner he was supposed to. "Here it is." He breathed out.
 
Castiel wasted no time in getting out of the car. He felt instantly calmer with the concrete under his feet, breathing a soft sigh. Sam slipped out, snickering at Cas who simply blushed.
 
Dean glanced at Cas with sympathy. He went around back and pulled out the card. He saw the wall and knocked three times.
 
Castiel hung back with Sam as Dean gained entrance. Once the door was slid open, Sam and the angel slipped inside with Dean. Castiel glanced around the surprisingly open alleyway. It was completely blocked off by what had appeared to be a brick wall but in fact was a cover for an entire underground city.
 
"Wow." Dean muttered under his breath. It was large, dark, and smelly. There were shady shops that created some kind of maze in the place. Dean was disgusted, he wrinkled his nose and glared around at the demons.
 
Castiel kept his eyes down. He didn't want any uncessary trouble. Especially with Sam here. He promised Dean to take care of the boy and would never go back on his word. He stayed close to the older Winchester, eyes trained downward, ears on the movements of others.
 
Dean scanned his eyes around until he found a stand that had knives on display, as well as other weapons. He sauntered over to it and leaned against the counter. "Hey, you got any-" he cleared his throat. "special knives?"
 
The man behind the counter eyed Dean carefully. He could tell there was something up with the boy. He was a little young to be hanging around these parts but money was money. "Whatcha lookin' fer."
 
Dean leaned in close and lowered his voice. "Well, uh, we're looking for a really rare kind of knife." He was trying not to give too much away. "One that could 'do away' with a specific type of threat. Why don't you show me whatcha got?"
 
The old man eyed Dean suspiciously. "Now what would a nice young boy like you need to be doin with 'that' kind of knife?" The man had caught on to what Dean was saying. He didn't have it though, but he knew who did, and the guy was downright nasty.
 
"Let's just say it's real important." Dean nodded. "You got one?"
 
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