Silent Communication

Chapter 2

Dean's POV

The man he was watching reeked of drugs, even from where Dean stood. He blended in with the shadows as he followed the stout man who wobbled back and forth with how much alcohol he had consumed at the bar.

Despite being a stout man who was a little bit too drunk, he was the target. He had many enemies, especially from other cartels. The man was a dead man walking. Dean scoffed at how stupid the man was. For Christ's sake, the man had many debts that needed to be paid, yet he never did. He was a loud man that literally made it his job to piss off the big, important people in his line of illegal work.

Earlier, at the bar, the man had been very rowdy and handsy with a lot of women and men alike. Not being able to take the hint that he wasn't supposed to touch the women that worked there, he had been very roughly and not without a fight, thrown out of the bar and outside onto his ass.

As he had stalked the man throughout the streets, Dean Winchester, also known as the Elusive Knight, heard the unpleasant man mutter to himself at how it was the women's fault that he got kicked out of the place, how the "world was shitty place to begin with," and how his life was "very unfair."

Dean had to force himself to not kill the bastard right then and there. It wasn't his style and it would have been very sloppy work. No, there was a reason that people called him the Elusive Knight. He never made a mistake. People went to him because he was clean and efficient. Of course they never saw him face to face.

The Elusive Knight was smarter than that. He usually got the jobs by Craigslist. With a dummy account and an alias, he searched for the key words in the titles on the personal section. He would then open the ad and read between the lines, finding the information that he needed, like the man's name, a little bit of info, and where the money would be dropped off once the task was done. It always worked. After he completed the job, he pinned a black-dyed lilac onto the right breast.

When the person was found, usually a day to 3 days later, the news would cover it as "Another Elusive Knight Assassination." And then he would slip to the pickup place, get his reward, and would slip out of sight before anyone would notice. Even the people trying to catch who he was by placing cameras and humans nearby to watch wouldn't even know he had been there. It was Dean's trait. A gift that he had been born with.

Dean was waiting until the grizzly man was at his apartment to make his move. For weeks, he would study and research his target. The Elusive Knight wasn't an idiot. He made sure he knew as much about his assignment as he could before planning and striking. He had to: one wrong move and he would be toast and exposed, which was the last thing that a person such as himself wanted.

So, without hesitation, Dean knew that this man got kicked out of bars every other night and usually ranted as he wobbled home, barely conscious by the time he reached his destination. He also knew that the man liked to shed his clothes in his path to his bed without even cleaning himself up. The man would sloppily and hazardly inject himself with a substance, toss and turn a couple of times before settling into an unsettling sleep. By the time the man woke up in the morning, his sheets would be a mess on the floor, him along with them.

Dean knew exactly what he was going to do and when he was going to do it, just as he knew when and how he was going to kill the motherfucker. Dean slipped into the shadows as the man looked behind him, as if he felt he was being followed, before shaking it off and entering his home. Dean slide towards the house. Just as he knew the man would, the guy left a trail of clothes leading to his messy bed. Dean made it inside as quietly and expertly as a cat hunting a mouse, turning the corner just in time to the man to throw the syringe down on the ground, right along with his underwear.

The Elusive Knight watched as the man tossed and turned for a good ten minutes before falling asleep. That's when Dean made his move. As quickly and quietly as he could, he dropped to the floor, making sure to steer clear of the soiled syringe in search of an older one that the man had shoved beneath the bed. Shinning a light under the bed, he found it, carefully picked it up with his latex gloves and swiftly got back onto his feet.

Making quick work, Dean opened a bottle of liquid poison that was very lethal and lowered the syringe into it, pulling up the syringe part, getting the whole thing filled before setting the bottle down again, screwing the lid back on. Turning back toward his target, he jammed the needle into the man's pudgy neck and pushing down on the flat top, inserting the poison into his bloodstream. Knowing that it would take about an hour before the man was dead, Dean was done with his work. In and out.

That's just how he worked. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a black-dyed lilac and pinned it to the man's right breast, letting his client know that he had finished the job. With that, Dean slipped out of the house and into the night. Pick up was two days after the body was found, right outside a coffee shop. It was to be put in a to-go bag from the shop and dropped into the trashcan right next to the door.

Dean passed a window with TV's stacked on top of each other. He was going to continue past them, but a man on the screen caught his eyes and made him stop right in his tracks. Like he always did when he saw the man. He had a feral look on his face and a smirk set in his lips. It was a video of one of his many recordings of the victims he raped and killed.

The picture of the man was paused and a news woman was saying something about the man, a grim look on her face as she explained what happened yet again. Though the video was paused on the screen, Dean knew exactly what were to come next if it were played.

"Stay tuned for the next episode in the series, "Friendly Neighborhood Rapist!"

The caption read; "Wanted: Castiel Novak."

A/N: Well, I already love all y'all who have commented, read and voted on my story so far! This is just a bonus chapter before I start updating like once a week.

Thank you all for tumour support and I hope you will continue to show that support as I continue this story.