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A Destiel AU

Chapter Twelve: The Apartment

It looked about as rundown as he would have expected a place like it to be.  Dean took the steps three at a time, landing quiet as a cat on each one.  Cas’s dress shoes pinched his toes as he tried to follow suit.

The reality of the absolute insanity they were in the middle of began to sink it.  Cas fought it off the best he could, but a sense of dread began to sink into his body.  Something wasn’t right about this.

Surely a man who kidnapped the president’s son would have some sort of security measure.

Cas clenched his hands into fists.  The bruises beginning to bloom on his knuckles protested the movement.  Clearly, something about the way he’d punched his brother had been in poor form.

He suddenly wished he’d taken Meg up on that offer for karate lessons.

Dean flicked the safety off on his handgun as the two men emerged on to a landing that looked, to Castiel, completely identical to all of the others they’d passed so far.  The grimy window only let in a fraction of the sunlight from outside, and the dull grey curtain fluttered halfheartedly in the breeze squeezing through the sides of the window.

Cas swallowed.  Dean swiveled to face him.

“You can wait outside.  Run if there’s trouble.”

He could only shake his head.  Jack was trapped in this situation because he’d been too afraid to demand what was best for the child he wanted to care for.  If Jack could hold himself together, so could he.

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