Feb 13, 2017
V: Vices & Virtues @angelwithoutleave @thebadsalvatore
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V: Vices & Virtues @angelwithoutleave @thebadsalvatore
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Vices & Virtues | Dean, Castiel & Damon
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Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the relatively run down motel. Some of the letters in the sign twitching on and off. Virginia at its finest. He went out to get some beer for his partner (well, not really partner--so much as, know it all criminal profiler that got assigned to him, with a stick up his ass) and him. Having to continually stay in shit holes every night, undercover, he needed a few drinks if he was going to put up with this baby in a trench coat. Let alone, get any sleep.
So, Dean was a little bitter about the guy being shoved on to his case. He was the best damn bounty hunter in the state. He didn't need anyone's help. It was practically a punishment for not making progress, yet. Yet, being the keyword. He'd get the damn guy. So what, if this Damon Salvatore was a special case (that happened to be giving Dean some difficulty finding)? They were all the same to Dean. What could be so different about him, anyway?
He unlocked the door to the room and slid the 6 pack onto the mini table by the window. "Want a drink?" He offered genuinely to his "partner", despite his bitterness. Maybe he'd be tolerable with some alcohol under his belt. Dean gave him one anyway, setting his on the nightstand between the beds after taking a quick drink from it. He pulled his shirts off and threw them on the bottom edge of the bed. Then his boots. He reluctantly climbed into bed, scrolling through his phone aimlessly as he began to drink himself to sleep. "What's the word, Cas? Any updates?" He pried, barley intrigued.
"The more I drink, the more I think about you."