Family?

1.

The sound of pots and pans clanking fill the cafe interior as Castiel washes them. Dean takes a swig of his beer while they wait for their 'lucky' customer.

It's past midnight, it's a 24/7 cafe.

"Cas?" Dean calls as the bells hanging on the door knob jingle.

"Hmm?" Castiel hums.

"Looks like our 'lucky' customer is here," Dean smirks.

A tall man with long hair enters the cafe and sits on one of the tables. A confident aura surrounds him as he raises his hand and Castiel rushes to take his order.

"Black coffee, no sugar," the man orders.

"In a minute," Castiel replies, scurrying off.

The piercing silence is cut off by the vibration of the coffee machine, and the man tapping his fingers along the side of the table.

Castiel pours the coffee into the mug and Dean slips the 'usual' into it.

"Seriously," the man smirks at Dean when Castiel hands him his order.
"You slip this into a vamp's drink?" He laughs at them.

Castiel looks dumbfounded while Dean wastes no time in lunging towards the man.

"No word about this to anybody and I'll let you live," Dean states.

"Ha!" The man mocks him.

Dean throws a punch at him and says," you may now consider taking that back."

The man uses the sleeve of his jacket to wipe the blood off his jaw.

Dean stares at his wrist, wide-eyed. On his left wrist, the man has a mark.
The same mark that Dean has on his left wrist.

"Where'd you get that from?" Dean growls.

"You should consider getting a job with the police," the man laughs again, despite his bloody jaw. "Interrogating and all, you know," he continues.

Much to Castiel's surprise, Dean lends a hand to the man and helps him up.

"Mind telling me where you got that from?" Dean asked, much more politely.

"I don't really know, it's been there ever since I remember," the man replies, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"Dean..." Castiel tries to grab his attention but Dean raises his hand, suggesting him to keep quiet.

"What do you think it means?" Dean asks.

"I don't know!" The man yells.

"No need to shout my dear man, we're only asking because Dean here has the same mark on his wrist too," Castiel speaks for the first time.

"Really, Dean?" The man asks Dean.
"Yea," Dean replies flatly.

"I'm Sam. And I'm looking for what this mark means. We can do this together," the man, Sam says.

Dean thinks for a while, weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

"'Kay," he replies,"but my ride."
"Yea sure," Sam agrees.

"Cas, you can take care of the cafe, yea?" Dean asks.

"No. If you're going, I'm coming with you. I'm not leaving you with this guy," he looks disapprovingly at Sam.

"I'm okay with it," Sam shrugs.

They walk out of the cafe, Castiel locks the door and they head to Dean's car.