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Dean was having a good night.

A very great night, in fact, because the girl from his boring firm has finally taken him up on his offer. To sleep with him.

Then there was the bell.

He had just started to melt into her cherry lips when he heard the ringing. He almost groaned but remembered a prestigious young European girl with a sexy accent was under him, on the couch. He ignored it, thinking it was most likely some unimportant thing and continued to kiss her.

The second time, Dean's hands were under her dress, feeling her up as he zipped the slim fabric off of her.
When he tried to go back to her, she ran her long painted fingers through dark hair. "Why don't you just get it, Winchester?" She sighed with her accent strong and making Dean hard.

He looked at the direction of the door then back to her, shaking his head. "Nah." And he continued.

The third time, the girl instantly sat up and quickly started slipping her clothes back on.
"Bela?"

"Winchester. Save it. You obviously have more pressing matters."

"But baby, I'm already pressing on matters right now." He stood up and captured her waist in the heat of his palms. "Much much more important matter." He leaned in for a kiss and the sound rang again and he finally groaned, recieving a knowing smile from her. She left through the back screen doors, casually as if she knew this was bound to happen. Dean stood there, sad that a woman with incredible pair of breasts, just left him because of a-

He cringed as he heard it again and found himself hating that very sound. Dean took long and annoyed strides towards the front door.

He opened the door and found his awkward neighbor, startled as if he opened the door too fast.

I applaude your patience, you son of a bitch.

"What is it?" Dean asked calmly.

"I've buried a body in your backyard."

Dean widened his eyes. "...What?" Mr. Novak was about to repeat himself but Dean put his hand up. "Stop. I heard. Just... What the hell, man?"

He ran inside his house again and rushed through the living room and open kitchen to enter into the back screen door, violently. He stepped onto the slightly wet grass, from his sprinklers earlier, on his bare feet. Dean headed towards a lump of freshly dug up mud and dirt that made his stomach turn. "Holy... He was serious."

"Of course I was," came his neighbour from beside him. Dean jumped at Castiel's deep and serious voice. He hadn't noticed the man when he followed him all throughout his house and into his yard. He swallowed and stared back at the grave.

"Oh. And welcome to the neighborhood, Mr. Winchester."

Dean looked up at him shaking his head incredulously. "Yeah, thanks. This is absolutely the perfect time to say that."

Castiel Novak looked at him, tilting his head and thought of it. "Is that a sarcasm?"

"Oh my god. Yes, Novak." Dean crouched down, his ankles being tickled by the grass as he shook his head and rubbed a palm over his freckled face. "God... Why would you do this?"

"God did not do this. Though it is part of his perfect plan."

Dean looked up at his standing neighbor with furrowed brows then he softened them and stood up again. "Your religious."

"Yes." Castiel nodded.

"Ah. Is that why you killed this guy? Because he was unholy or something?"