We do this my way

Chapter 3 "Fresh meat"

The sound of raindrops bouncing off the asphalt was Dean's marching song, the keyless motorcycle was his pack, and the trudge of soggy feet was his battle as he walked on the side of the road.

Castiel was already in his luxury home away from home, curled up in a leather seat, clutching a warm cup of tea, staring at the downpour he knew Dean was trapped in. The only sound in the house was the news on the television, talking about stocks and recent protests and Cas really had no care for it. He felt the handle of the cup with his thumb and smelt the fuzzy sleeve of the sweater his mom made as he thought.

Should he care so much about a freckle dusted tamer who hates his guts? And for what, doing his job? He didn't like upsetting people. He wanted the workers to like him. Especially Dean. But it's just how business works and - why was Cas thinking of business when he should be driving out in the rain and saving that poor boy? He could get swept up by a landslide! Eaten by a - well, all the carnivores are in captivity. But an herbivore could still squish him! God, what if he was struck by lightning? That happens! What if he gets beat up on the way home?

He sat his cup down and pulled his Bluetooth that was already calling the control center to his ear.

An intern answered with the most annoying Minnesota accent. It made Cas cringe but there were more important things to worry about.

"Hello, this is Becky. Who could this be at this hour, I wonder?"

"It's Novak. Your boss. Is there anyone on the road right now?"

"Here, let me check, Mr. Novak sir."

The click clack of keyboard typing was heard and after a moment she answered back. "Uh, I don't think so sir. Good thing, too. There's been a big landslide, don'tcha know."

Cas' heart dropped as he paced back and forth on the dark hard wood, the balls of his feet making a continuous thud. "Give me the contact information of Dean Winchester. He is an employee here -"

"Oh, I know Dean! So handsome... Uh, 994 2217."

Cas hung up without even a thank you to - he didn't even remember the girl's name. Then with every ring, he felt the knot in his chest get tighter and tighter. What had he done? He'd killed a man! He didn't mean to! He was just trying to do his job and if Dean was -

"Hello?"

Cas was shocked. He couldn't say a word. Thoughts of Dean being dead were still exiting his brain and he couldn't form a sentence.

"... Hello? Garth I swear to God, if you are prank calling me again -"

"No no! It's me," Cas spat out as he finally relaxed.

"Um. Okay 'Me.' Gonna need a name."

"Cas - I mean, Mr. Novak."

"Oh. How was your drive home? Dry? Guess how mine was."

"Look, if you wouldn't have been stubborn -"

"You threw my keys and a pigeon took them!"

"And I apologize and will replace them."

"Yeah well, a bird stole my ride, you owe me big time."

Cas thought his laugh was in his head until he heard it echo through his Bluetooth. He stopped himself and cleared his throat.

"Well, I was just... I had to make sure all my workers who I knew were out were now under some kind of shelter. And since it sounds like you're okay, I don't have to bear talking to you anymore. "

"Guess not."

"Unle-"

Dean didn't even hear him. He had already hung up and was in his garage wiping off his Chevy. It was a '67 black Impala that he couldn't even think about leaving back in the US.