Nightshift 60: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[toxicspiderman]

[from here]

S.T was navigating by a fingertip on the wall and the slight breeze of a functioning HVAC system. The halls were dark again. Completely empty, too. He was out early. And he was still thinking.

Something so fallible, he'd said. So that talk about a device had been true? Freaky. Maybe he really wasn't human. Replaced by a machine

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[poorexample]

[From here.]

More specifically, Castiel wanted to go through the front door and try to head down the road toward Doyleton. He'd been there last night, but had only gotten a glimpse of the town after dark before morning had caught up with him. He realized that the chances of making his way down there without Gabriel around to take him in a matter of seconds were slim, but...

Well, if anyone might be capable of it, he and Dean would. That was what he tried to tell himself, anyway. They weren't the worst team.

Of course, Dean as he was now wasn't exactly used to him, but Castiel's hope was that he could compensate for that. He started to lead them toward the main hallway. "Can I assume that you're just as capable of picking a lock now as you were when I met you?" Which was technically in Dean's future, but Castiel wasn't going to get caught up in the logistics. It seemed that that had only confused Dean when he'd brought it up in the past.

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Dean was right behind Castiel. Well, when he said "right behind", he really just meant close enough to see him in the dark but far enough away to keep some personal space AKA the thing Castiel didn't seem to understand the meaning of if he left him to doing his own thing.

He shot the angel a look. "You even got to ask? I'm not suddenly gonna go rusty."

He got maybe he hasn't gone on a real hunt for awhile and it killed him to think of the Impala and her arsenal just...off somewhere, but it was pretty much like riding a bicycle, the whole gig thing. Lock-pick a door, kick it down, know where to shank a ghoul if one came knocking. Did make him wonder how much Castiel knew or just how close he'd been dogging him in the future. Must've been something, the whole introductions thing. Dean couldn't see Future Him being any more open to angels and Heaven than he'd been a month ago.

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Castiel had only been double-checking, as it would be pointless to take them to a door that they couldn't get through, but he simply nodded in reply to Dean as he kept walking. Perhaps he could even learn a few more things about how to get the lock open when he watched Dean work. Orihara had taught him some already, but he had to admit he wasn't that interested in continuing lessons with the young man. He couldn't rely on Dean to always be around to take care of it, though, and so he realized he might have to work with Orihara again at some point.

He could think more about that later. For now, Dean was here, and so getting outside would hopefully be a simple matter.

No longer having any reason to hesitate, Castiel took a left as they reached the end of the hall.

[To here.]