The Bodyguard (is the Omega)

20.

Castiel supposed Krushnic was what some people thought of as handsome. Castiel had certainly thought so once upon a time. He had been drawn to the man as soon as he had entered the FBI academy. Krushnic, a year ahead of Castiel in the course had been assigned as his guide. He seemed to have found Castiel, the first omega to be accepted for training, fascinating. And he stuck up for Castiel when the other alphas underestimated him. Castiel had never experienced so much attention from someone he so admired. Krushnic had a formidable reputation as a cunning fighter. It had been an ardent crush that had ended terribly.

It was a shock seeing Krushnic again so many years later. Castiel remembered how inky black Krushnic's hair was, now it was a little peppered and over styled with gel. His eyes were still the same electrifying blue, his accent had faded and if Castiel had not known of his part Russian heritage and childhood travelling through Europe, he would have fallen for the soft American vowels. That was Krushnic though, always reinventing himself, hiding one thing or another.

Sam was the only one who had seen through the buddy act. "You won't know his true face till you're better than him at something and to be honest Novak you're probably better at everything."

Castiel had not understood what Sam was trying to tell him until it was too late.

Krushnic watched Castiel like he was analysing every expression, savouring the surprise and dismay. Castiel schooled his features into something more blank, smearing on a fake smile.

"Been a long time. Heard you're quite in demand with the in-crowd. Who are you covering tonight?"

"Oh some rock star," Krushnic said. "Doubt you know him, you were always more into the classical stuff if I remember your mixed tapes right. His music gives me a headache and he wants me out of his hair while he parties. It's an easy evening of drinking and catching up with an old friend for me I guess. Tough gig but someone's gotta do it."

"Is he doing drugs?" Castiel asked point blank.

Krushnic smirked. "You asking me as a freelancer or a public servant?"

"I'm asking you whether your client is disrespecting my client's hospitality." Castiel said sternly. It was his job to make sure nothing illegal went on during one of Dean's events.

"Oh like Dean Winchester is so clean and wholesome," Krushnic laughed, pointing his chin in Dean's direction. "Look at him, singer, model, actor, philanthropist. He's just too good to be true. He's got to have some filthy little secret. Don't we all, Castiel? Does the alpha like to be tied up? Dress like a girl? I bet he'd look stunning in red lipstick. You fuck him yet?"

Castiel shot Krushnic a cold look. "Confidentiality is a most valued quality in a bodyguard. Perhaps second only to professional boundaries."

Krushnic gave Castiel a crooked smile. "He must have been delicious. Maybe I'll find out for myself, cause here he comes."

Castiel looked up and with rising dread saw Dean cutting through the crowd towards them. He was staring at Krushnic and Castiel with a look of astonishment.

"Nice seeing you, I'm sure you're busy, I won't keep you." Castiel tried to turn away and head Dean off but Krushnic stubbornly stood his ground and beamed at Dean as he backtracked towards them.

"Who's your friend Cas?" Dean was giving Krushnic an equally bright smile.

"He's a former classmate, from my FBI days. He's working security tonight for a guest."

"Oh, does he know Sam?" Dean asked, casually.

"Not very well, but I do know of your brother," Krushnic was looking at Dean from head to toe, long lashes dipping appreciatively. "I hope he's well."