Chapter Text
For DeanCasPie
Word of the day: angel
Tag to 12x08 Lotus
"You, Halo." He calls at Cas, chin slightly up and brow frowned in disgust. His body language screams for superiority. He measures the angel from head to toe, "Did you sense I'm lying?"
What a douchebag, Dean can't help but thinking. Everything in this man is so hideous. His fancy suit and his hair and the way he's talking to them like they are just a bunch of ignorant kids. Like they should be grateful. Or afraid.
Cas gives him a deadly glare. "My name is Castiel," he grits out.
Arthur Ketch holds it. Dean can't figure it out if the bastard has balls or he's just stupid.
"And... No." Castiel finishes reluctantly. "But the truth can be..." He gives Dean a small nod, "Situational."
Dean nods back. He doesn't need Cas to tell him that they should not trust this man. But it is, actually, reassuring to know that they are on the same page.
"Oh." The man's face shifts in a sudden expression of dark amusement. "Oh, I do enjoy an angel!" He laughs.
The slightly hoarse, ugly sound and Ketch' hungry eyes, crawling up his angel's face, that’s what makes Dean’s anger finally burst out. “What are you saying, asshole?”
The british man's cold, mercury gaze sets down on the elder Winchester. "You really should know better." He coos. “Though I think there are more efficient ways to - how to say - handle your meat.”
Dean lowers his voice. “And how about you mind your own business, huh?”
“We have much to offer, Mr Winchester.” The edges of Ketch’ mouth curl up into a smirk. “Knowledge, technology. But.. “ He makes a pause. It's clearly meant to be dramatic. “I can’t say I’m not excited to play with your toys.”
Castiel's hand lays on Dean's shoulder just a moment before it's too late. Perfect timing. As always.