Two Worlds V

XXII

Cas...

Jack and I stood in the airport, him playing on his phone and me putting my hands in the pockets of Vince's jacket. I looked around, getting on my toes slightly.

"Don't worry, Cas, he's fine." Jack said.

"How do you know that? They could've caught him at security for all we know." I said kept looking around.

"Highly doubt it," He said, "Even if he did get caught, I'm sure it'd hit the news. He used the alias of a fucking model."

I sighed and shook my head slightly, rolling on my feet, "Well, the flight got into port almost 20 minutes ago, so where the hell is he?"

"Probably hiding from you."

"Shut up." I hit his arm slightly and he smiled. I crossed my arms and then looked to the gate and watched as people stepped out.

Then there he was. The son of a bitch. Vincent had on sunglasses on and a red bandana tied around his neck as he got his passport checked. He looked around slightly then took it back, getting a bag off the floor and walking. He started walking to us.

"Son of a bitch," I said quietly as he took off the bandana and threw it to Jack, making him lose concentration from his phone. Jack caught it and looked at him with me as he stepped in front of us.

"Hey," Vincent said.

I did the one thing my fist wanted me to do and punched him as hard as I could across the face, sending him to the floor. People backed away and looked from him to me.

"You son of a bitch!" I said angrily. I didn't actually know what to feel at that moment.

"Okay," He turned to his back and started getting up, "I deserved that." I punched him in the gut and he heeled over slightly, "That too." I went to kick him in the jewels and he caught my foot and pushed me back, "Maybe not that, okay? Just calm down."

"Calm down?" I asked angrily, "You just up and left out of nowhere and you expect me to just calm down?"

"Okay, yeah, you're pissed,"

"Of course I'm pissed! What the hell, man?" I asked, "I thought something happened to you!"

"Cas," Jack said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I looked at him and he nodded to the door. I huffed and nodded.

"Do I have to while she's psychotic?" Vincent asked, and I just grabbed his hand and he stumbled along with us.

We walked with Vince to the car parking and we walked to the Dart and Mustang. Vince lit a cigarette and shook off his lighter, putting it back in his pocket.

"Can I have my jacket back?" He asked as he blew out smoke.

"No," I said, "Not until you tell me why you left."

"Maybe because I'm a grown man, it's my home country and you don't control me." He said, "Give me my jacket." He put his cigarette back in his mouth and held out his hand. I took off the jacket and gave it back to him. He slipped it on and fixed the collar, "We going to the bunker or what?"

"I guess so," I said, and got in the Dart. He got in the Mustang and Jack got in the Dart with me.

"You okay?" Jack asked.

"I'm fine," I told him, pulling out of the parking lot and leaning back. I held my hand on the wheel and rubbed my forehead with the other.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yes, Jack, I am." I said, and fixed the rearview mirror to look back to Vince. He had the sunglasses back on and had blown cigarette smoke out the window.