Moving On (Destiel)

47: A "make you feel better" chap

A few days went by, Cas and Gabriel visited their mother again, and even Chuck called. Dean had completely forgotten the father of the Novak's still lived – he was so used to his own father being off the roof by now that he had just not been aware of Chuck's existence. Cas had explained that his father was almost never home, sending them plenty of money though – at least enough to fend – for "work". He and Gabriel didn't even mind anymore, they liked living by themselves. And if Chuck had been home... who knew? Maybe Dean and Sam couldn't be there, then. And that's a risk nobody wanted to take, so Chuck was assured everything was fine and they could live with the fact that he couldn't make it home for Christmas, nor New Yar.

Which came and Dean and Cas spent a romantic evening together, as it was possible with Sam sitting on the other side of the couch, solving a Sudoku puzzle and Gabriel would sing karaoke at the top of his lungs – and eventually Dean would join in until his voice repeatedly broke and Cas could tease him for days for it.

Winter break had had its own effects as Dean was much more relaxed and even enjoying his time. Sure, he still looked over his shoulder whenever he left the house, even more often the longer nothing happened, his paranoia rising cause it became more likely his former boss would send someone with each passing second, but all in all, he was... satisfied. Happy, even.

As happy as Dean Winchester could get.

That's why the phone call of Jody Mills didn't even give him a bad feeling. He was used to her calling, just a routine check to make clear he and his brother was fine, and it had become less and less of a nasty duty but more a friendly habit. It was fun talking to Jody, even though she was a police officer and he a seventeen, soon-to-be eighteen years old ex drug dealer - 'cause she didn't treat him as such.

But when the call started, Dean could already tell at Jody's monotone voice that something was definitely not right. He ignored the gut wrenching panic that tried to take him over and talked to her as if this was just any other normal day, any other normal conversation, and she didn't cut in the topic either.

Until he couldn't bare it anymore. "What's wrong, Jody?", he blurted out, a deep breath escaping him while saying the words he had been dying to ask, but also too scared to actually do it.

Jody sighed. She sounded defeated. "Two days ago two drug dealers were caught. One was still very young, fifteen at most, and the other one was in their midst twenties. You know, that wouldn't be that big of deal if they hadn't carried around such a large amount of heroine... similar to your case..."

Dean frowned. "Okay, but... should you be telling me this? I'm considered criminal in the police's eyes, I've got a criminal record. Don't you think it could get me in trouble knowing of this?"

"Maybe so, but as it is me telling you, I can prevent anything from happening to you because of... that."

"But not of other things?" Dean tried to guess what else was there in her voice, something that made him pull a fist, his nails digging white imprints in the shape of crescent moons in his palm.

"Listen, Dean – unlike you, we got the two to speak. Separately, and they both claimed the same, and about each other. The younger one – a boy – claimed he never did this kind of stuff before, as the woman confirmed with her own statement. He just looked for money. And he was tributed to the woman who actually is in the business, but only in a smaller role. The only reason they were having such a high amount was-"

"My name," Dean whispered, clenching his phone. Ice trickled through his body as he realized what this meant. "They said my name."

He barely heard Jody's answer, his brain blocked out any noises when he had to brace himself against the wall for a brief moment to avoid falling over. He was so screwed. Once again.