The Bodyguard (is the Omega)

12.

The limo hit traffic about a mile out from the venue. There was a festive atmosphere in the air. People were lined up around the block waiting to get into the club. Crowley's eyes started sparkling as they moved slowly through the onlookers. This was his element and he appeared to have forgotten that he had been sulking for days after Dean blew up at him for keeping secrets. They bickered like an unhappily married couple, but Crowley didn't quit and Dean didn't fire him.

All Sam could say about it when Castiel asked him was that Crowley was so righteously an evil bastard, he was one of the best people they've ever worked with. You could trust him to be underhanded, opportunistic and sly. That was trust of a kind.

"They fucking love you," Crowley stared out the window at the surging crowds. "Look at them Dean, do you feel the electricity, the excitement? Like when we used to go do the small venues, the country towns and karaoke bars. A performer has to perform live or he may as well be dead!"

"You faked my signature on some life insurance policies too man?" Dean said with a smirk.

"Castiel is my man on the inside, he'll be assassinating you in your sleep," Crowley whispered maliciously. "The whole hot bodyguard thing is just a ruse."

"Nah," Dean bantered back. "If that was the plan, Cas would have jumped into bed with me by now. Unless he's just very bad at the seduction part."

"Need a job done, do it your fucking self," Crowley blew Dean a kiss.

"Kiss my ass, Crowley."

"Gladly," Crowley said. "How hard you want it."

"You know I always want it hard," Dean gave Castiel a wink in the rearview mirror. Castiel quickly looked out the window, eyes scanning the crowds. "Don't think you got the juice, Crowley."

"They are always like this before a show," Charlie turned the corner smoothly, breaking to avoid a fan who had stepped out in front of the limo. Castiel glanced in the mirror again, he saw Dean flinch when someone threw themselves against Dean's window, slapping the glass and trying to see through the dark tint.

"Keep the car moving," Castiel steadied the wheel. Charlie nodded and applied more gas.

There was a red carpet rolled out at the front of the club and press waiting there. Castiel frowned when he spotted staff brining out bottles of alcohol to sell to the people waiting outside. Intoxication was only going to make Castiel's job harder. Security at least kept people back. Castiel got out of the car alone. He opened the backdoor of the limo and pulled Crowley out first. The crowd booed when they saw it wasn't Dean coming out.

"Let him have his moment in the sun," Castiel said, he could see Dean breathing deeply in his seat. "You okay?"

"Yeah, they're a lively bunch," Dean admitted.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered. Stay behind Ketch, all the bulking up on egg white omelettes are finally good for something."

That got a smile out of Dean. "Alright Cas, here goes."

Dean when he stepped out of the limo was all beaming smiles. He waved confidently, strolling forward like he was taking a walk on a sunny beach. The crowd went crazy for him, chanting his name, waving their signs. Ketch walked ahead of Dean, using his size and smarmy smile to intimidate people. Castiel's eyes had already picked out his targets. A group of omegas who were a little intoxicated. A handful of betas egging each other on. It was the lone alpha in the Alpha Allies t-shirt who leapt foward and threw his bottle at the car though. The glass smashed with a crisp sound. Castiel caught the alpha by the throat and body barrelled him into the side of the limo, knee sinking into the man's soft middle. Castiel tossed him aside and straightened his tie, following Dean through the door.