We do this my way

Chapter 8 "The Management of Jurassic World"

"Give me your wallet," Dean said as he held his hand out to Cas.
"Excuse me?" Cas blurted as he looked at Dean like he was crazy.
"Give me your wallet."
Cas squinted his eyes and wondered what he was up to. He dug through his coat for his wallet and handed it over. Dean opened it and looked inside.
"Hey! That-"
"Yeah yeah, you're an organ donor," Dean opened the compartment for money. The dude was carrying four hundred dollars on him. Dean looked at him. "Really?"
Dean saw a child being kind to a dinosaur. He took out three hundred twenty dollars and crouched beside him. "Hey, kid. You're being really nice to that dinosaur."
"It's an animal, they need to be treated nice!" The kid smiled.
Dean handed him the money. "Give this to your family and tell them the management of Jurassic World thanks them for respecting the life of dinosaurs."
The kid beamed and took the money. He ran off to hand it to his parents, who covered their mouths in shock and smiled at Dean.
"What the fuck?!" Cas exclaimed. "You can't just give -"
"I'll pay you back. The least we can do is make one family's day. Now," Dean started walking and Cas rolled his eyes and walked beside him. He snatched his wallet back and glared at him. "Most people who come here only have about 80 dollars on them, average. 'Cause they don't have a lavish lifestyle. And unlike Mr. Money over here, they don't have high paying jobs. "
"Then why do they come here?"
"Because parents want to make their children happy."
Cas bit his lip and looked around. The park looked less packed than usual. The number of park guests just kept going lower and lower
"C'mon. Let's take a tour."
Dean led him to the bus. They stood in a line for half an hour, paid forty dollars for tickets, and when they finally boarded the bus, only one of them could sit down because the rest of the seats were taken. Dean gestured to Cas to take the open seat, while he himself stood along with the many other people filling the aisles.
"I don't think this is bus regulation..." Cas mumbled as he looked out the uncleaned windows. "This bus is disgusting."
Dean chuckled. "What do you expect? A kid probably puked in that seat." He gripped a ceiling handle and the creaky wheels of the bus squealed as they started to move. The speakers played a little jingle, then a pre-recorded guide to the tour that hadn't been updated in years.
When they passed the stegosaurus exhibit, the voice explained that they were velociraptors. Cas squinted his eyes. "What's going on?"
Dean pulled closer to Cas through the wall of people. "No one ever inspects these tours anymore."
Cas stared out the cloudy window in shame as the bus came to its final stop. What was going on at this park? Who could think that dirty seats and a very outdated tour was okay? This was awful, and Cas hadn't even seen half of it.
"Cas, c'mon, hurry up." Dean was waiting by the bus door with his back against the worn out Jurassic World sign on the door. Cas stepped off and Dean looked at him "Enjoy the tour?"
"Immensely. Very educational." Cas made little air quotations.
"But yet you want to waste money on a new exhibit..." Dean shook his head. "Come on. Got another thing to show you." Dean started walking and Cas hurried up beside him.
The walk was long and filled with people. Cas started growing beads of sweat on his forehead and was practically panting "Dean, where are you taking me?"
Dean on the other hand, was fine. He was use to the climate. "The food court. I'm a little thirsty"
"Thank God." Cas groaned as they kept walking.
"The average temperature for the island is eighty-seven degrees. And that's usually a cool day."
"What's the worse it's gotten?"
"A hundred and sixteen degrees. And we still had to work. They don't shut this park down for anything."
They soon made it to the food court.
"Finally." Cas smiled and started walking to Budapest, the nicest restaurant on the island, until Dean grabbed his arm
"What are you doing there buddy?"
"They have a raspberry tea infused with lemonade. That sounds perfect right about now."
"That's for the richy-rich. And you only have forty dollars."
Cas opened his wallet and sighed. He was sweating like crazy but refused to take his trenchcoat off. Crazy. "Alright, what can I afford?"
Dean hummed and looked around
"Hmm... Nope. Too expensive. Not enough. No non-alcoholic drinks... Ah, here we are!" Dean pointed to a ratty shack with the name Ed's Grill painted on a metal sheet
"Look, as long as they have water, I'll be fine." Cas started walking to the booth and Dean grabbed his shoulder yet again.
"Just what do you think you're doing? The line ends," Dean pointed out the line of 60 something people and finally spotted the end, "There." He gave Cas a pat on the back and a smile.
Cas gaped at the long line. "You've got to be kidding me."
Cas ventured to the end of the line to stand behind a mother holding a crying baby, and in front of a dad not paying attention to his bratty kids. One of them pushed the other into Cas and he turned around. "Excuse me sir-" The tallest of the kids kicked Cas in the shin hard and he groaned.
The kid glared at him. "No snitchin' or else we'll get in trouble!" Cas made an okay sign with his hand as the dad got off his phone and looked at his now behaving kids.
After about ten minutes Cas was halfway through the line when Dean came beside him with a large drink. "Hey man, how's it going?"
"Peachy. Where did you get that?"
"Oh, this? They have the same booth at the other end of the food court, so the lines aren't too long."
"The lines are already - Whatever, can I have a drink?"
"Sure," Dean handed him the cup and Cas sipped up a mouthful before spitting it on the ground. "What the hell is that?"
"I call it Dino Piss." Dean took another sip. "But its real name is Dino Juice. It's basically a mix of flat Mountain Dew, a shot of carbonated water, knockoff Capri Sun, and coconut juice. "
"That is putrid."
"That is thirty dollars."
Cas looked at him with a disgusted face "Why?"
"Well, I guess people like you will try to make money from anything and everything."
Cas sighed. "It's not me who - Nevermind."
The line finally moved up a few steps. Cas was talking to Dean when the kid behind him pulled his dad's hand. "Dad I don't feel good..." After those words, the kid puked and some of it got on Cas' shoes. The kid fell to the ground as Cas turned around.
"Hey, dude! Take care of your-"
Dean was holding the kid who passed out and the dad was right beside him "Does anybody have water? Or an ice pack?" Dean helped the kid up and rushed him to the front of the line. "Hey Donnie, I need help. We have another heat casualty. Everyone back up!" The crowd gave them some room as Dean put a towel under the boy's head and a cool snap towel to his forehead. Cas stood by the kids feet and Dean looked at him "Cas, go get bottles of water from the back."
"Uh..."
"JUST DO IT!"
"Okay!"
Cas ran around back and grabbed a few bottles and returned. Dean got the kids body temperature down and he started to wake up.
"Hey there, bud. Here, sip this." Dean opened a bottle of water and the kid started chugging it. Dean lowered the bottle. "Woah, sip, or you'll throw up again." Dean turned to the dad. "Take him to the help desk. They'll show you to the nurse. He will get fluids, and a dinosaur toy if he is a good boy." Dean smiled at the kid and he smiled back. The dad thanked Dean a million times before taking his kid back. The crowd gave a small applause for Dean while Cas stood there shocked. Dean walked away and Cas followed
"What the hell was that?"
"The kid was a heat casualty. Not a lot of food or water, and it's ninety-three degrees today. That's bound to happen. Bet he isn't even the first today."
Cas stood there with a sad look. "He... Puked on my shoes."
Dean looked down and chuckled. "Oh my god. That's hilarious."
Cas glared at him. "Dean, I want to go home."
"Too bad. I still have a million other things to show you. Plus you didn't stand in that line for nothin'. If you don't drink, you'll become a heat casualty."
Cas grabbed his arm and started walking "I'll be fine, but if this is going to continue, I need to go home and change. Where is my car?"
"You mean the one parked on the other side of the island four miles away? Yeah sure, it'll only take us two hours to get there."
Cas wanted to scream out loud and punch Dean in the face to let off steam, but instead he just took a deep breath and let it out. He got out his phone and called someone.
"Yes. Yes Becky, I know it's hot." This Becky girl who worked at the computer desk was so annoying Dean could hear her Minnesota accent through Cas' phone. When Cas hung up he looked at Dean. "Someone is coming to pick me up. We will continue this inspection tomorrow."
"No sir, I can not take two days off in a row. The raptors can't stand it when I'm gone too long. I went to the US for a week and when I came back the guy who was covering for me was trying to zap 'em."
"Fine! I'm tired of all this walking anyway. Why don't you just make a document of everything that's bad?" Cas saw the small vehicle pull up near them and he sighed. "Maybe we can talk about it over dinner next Tuesday?"
"Now that might actually be you asking me on a date, Cas." Dean smirked and looked down at him.
"It's the earliest time I can meet next week. I'm a busy man, Dean."
Dean rolled his eyes and smiled "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I got to go get my car back to the garage. Thanks for seeing some of the problems, Cas."
Dean started to walk off and Cas yelled after him. "Hey, does that mean-"
"Yeah, I'll go!" Dean replied, turning around to face Cas and now walking backwards.
"Okay... Does this also mean-"
"I'm not agreeing to the exhibit!"
Cas cursed under his breath and headed towards the car.
Dean watched him disappear into the crowd. Cas hadn't even seen half of the park, and Dean knew he could persuade him to say change his mind about the exhibit. As long as this keeps up, Dean might just save the park.
Cas finally got to his car. God, it needed to be washed, and so did he. The car smelt of chicken nuggets and apple juice. As soon as he turned his car on and plugged up his phone he got a call.
"Look, this isn't the best ti-"
"Cassio! How great to hear you! Hey, can you do me a favor?"
Oh no. Out of anyone Cas would rather talk to...
"What, Balthazar?"