[ The screwed up thing about it is that Dean didn't even really know. Dean isn't a Kestrel, he's not part of that whole rebellion, he doesn't even have any goddamn idea Cas is working with them until like a day before this whole thing goes down, tops. Maybe he loosely supports their whole goal, their whole philosophy, sure, sounds great — but he's a realist. He's got nothing that propels him to hope, nothing and nobody he feels like he has to step up to the plate and fight for. Nothing in him believes that they'll ever actually pull off real change.
And then there's Cas, the goddamn idiot who thinks he can make a difference, apparently. Frustrated as he is when he finds out — and he is, he's furious for different reasons than Cas might ever know — deep down a part of him admires the hell out of the guy for it. Maybe even loves him a little for it, but now's not the time.
And apparently it never will be.
They know somebody's stealing plans, charts, diagrams. They know somebody's distributing information to the rebels, and they know it's happening in their department. Now, thanks to the quaint little tracking chip attached to one of the USB drives, they know where it is. Namely, Dean's apartment. As soon as they crack that bitch open it flairs to life, and he's never had this particular brand of icy, sinking dread before.
It takes him about two of the four minutes they have to recover and come up with a plan. Not enough to explain it, not enough to actually assess his decision and figure out whether or not it's stupid.
They're going with it. ]
Shut the hell up and listen to me.
[ Sorry, Cas. If you were hoping to take the reins on this one you're getting shot down without a second thought. ]
Whatever I say, you go with it, you understand me? You keep your goddamn mouth shut, and you let me do what I need to do. If you screw this up you're not gonna be fixing it for me, you're just gonna make sure we both go down. I'm not watching that happen again after Benny.
[ And after his mom. It's not an exaggeration to say that he'd rather die than see someone else he cares about fall in the quarry.
He has enough time to plant a rough, inelegant kiss on Cas's mouth before the Shrikes kick down his front door. Dean paints a convincing picture to the grunts that mean to arrest someone, but they're wildly taken aback by Castiel's presence in an apartment in this shitty sector. It's easy to sell a lie by throwing out shit like:
I was using you, you poor dumb bastard, or how in the hell could you think I'd ever really want a rich asshole like you?
He's got them sold, he knows it as soon as they slowly descend on Dean alone with their cuffs. It would've worked, he thinks, it really would have worked if it weren't for the mind-reading douchebag that swept in to fuck it all up. ]
Jᴇsᴜs Cʜʀɪsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ
[ The screwed up thing about it is that Dean didn't even really know. Dean isn't a Kestrel, he's not part of that whole rebellion, he doesn't even have any goddamn idea Cas is working with them until like a day before this whole thing goes down, tops. Maybe he loosely supports their whole goal, their whole philosophy, sure, sounds great — but he's a realist. He's got nothing that propels him to hope, nothing and nobody he feels like he has to step up to the plate and fight for. Nothing in him believes that they'll ever actually pull off real change.
And then there's Cas, the goddamn idiot who thinks he can make a difference, apparently. Frustrated as he is when he finds out — and he is, he's furious for different reasons than Cas might ever know — deep down a part of him admires the hell out of the guy for it. Maybe even loves him a little for it, but now's not the time.
And apparently it never will be.
They know somebody's stealing plans, charts, diagrams. They know somebody's distributing information to the rebels, and they know it's happening in their department. Now, thanks to the quaint little tracking chip attached to one of the USB drives, they know where it is. Namely, Dean's apartment. As soon as they crack that bitch open it flairs to life, and he's never had this particular brand of icy, sinking dread before.
It takes him about two of the four minutes they have to recover and come up with a plan. Not enough to explain it, not enough to actually assess his decision and figure out whether or not it's stupid.
They're going with it. ]
Shut the hell up and listen to me.
[ Sorry, Cas. If you were hoping to take the reins on this one you're getting shot down without a second thought. ]
Whatever I say, you go with it, you understand me? You keep your goddamn mouth shut, and you let me do what I need to do. If you screw this up you're not gonna be fixing it for me, you're just gonna make sure we both go down. I'm not watching that happen again after Benny.
[ And after his mom. It's not an exaggeration to say that he'd rather die than see someone else he cares about fall in the quarry.
He has enough time to plant a rough, inelegant kiss on Cas's mouth before the Shrikes kick down his front door. Dean paints a convincing picture to the grunts that mean to arrest someone, but they're wildly taken aback by Castiel's presence in an apartment in this shitty sector. It's easy to sell a lie by throwing out shit like:
I was using you, you poor dumb bastard, or how in the hell could you think I'd ever really want a rich asshole like you?
He's got them sold, he knows it as soon as they slowly descend on Dean alone with their cuffs. It would've worked, he thinks, it really would have worked if it weren't for the mind-reading douchebag that swept in to fuck it all up. ]