2 - Lucien, stop hitting on the newcomer!

Dean blinked and turned to his fishing equipment, getting up quickly from his chair. "Damn it-", he grunted, struggling and pulling on it to try and get it out of the water. Well, at least he had gotten distracted by his grim thoughts!

"Already buttering me up about my way to do things? My, you'll go far in this business." Crowley grinned at him. "Very well. That means you are interested in viewing and signing this internship contract, maybe?" He slid a folder with papers in it, thinly and neatly written by hand. "As you probably observed, I do prefer writing my papers myself. It makes it more personal."

Dean got actually very hyped about that big fish he had in his arms - still trying to slap his face as he held it - and he thanked Bobby for the praises, all happy and confused as he shouted to Castiel, "HEY CAS! LOOK AT THIS MONSTER!", waving the fish around like a trophy.

"And I'll be waiting for you", Crowley answered, taking back the copy he was being offered. "It's a paid internship, by the way. You will have to give me your bank coordinates, if you want your paycheck." He smirked at him. "And tell your father not to harass me over having infos on how you are doing at work. I am not a babysitter."

Chuck laughed, and probably answered back something on the lines of, "I don't know, but we sure as hell better try!" Well, the losers had to cook, so it was understandable everyone wanted to win!
Dean agreed, and decided to put the fish in a bucket far away from the water - that way, even if it fell out, it would have been difficult for it to flee. He quickly put some bait back on his hook and threw it back in the water.

Crowley chuckled at Hanakael's apparent uneasiness. "He did. Twice, actually. I told him to gently mind his goddamn business, and to let me do my job in peace." He observed the younger man. "Don't mind it. I won't value your work over how annoying and nosy your relatives are. Just do your job at your best, and if you are valuable, you'll be kept around."

Dean puffed his chest, all proud of himself. "I know, right? And it's the biggest one out of all those we fished", he said, still adorably giddy over that victory of his!
Chuck laughed kindly. "Alrigjt, alright. You got lucky, but next time, it's going to be me and Cas winning and you doing the cooking!"

Crowley kept his smirk on, but his eyes were cold as he said, "You do that. Or his files will end up in my fireplace, and he'll have to find himself another lawyer." He got up from his chair, getting back his jacket as well. "Let's go, now. It's time to close the office." He glanced at Hanakael. "You need a lift?"

Dean smiled happily, looking at both their fathers in expectation.
"Well, if you'd like, sure", Cjuck answered with a smile, looking over at Bobby. "You need a break from your studies sometimes - and passing some time together would be nice, no?"

"Public transportation?" Crowley seemed horrified byby the mere concept. "Well, I can't force you to accept." He guided him out of the office and closed it. Then turned, and fished a copy of the keys from his pocket, and another folder of neatly pressed papers from his bag. "A copy of my agenda. So you will know when and why I'll be out of the office - and that's my private cellphone number. If you know you will be late, you'll let me know. Understood?"

Dean accepted the bottle and smirked back at Bobby. "Uuuh, I'm scared already", he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He elbowed Castiel. "This will be fun. He knows so many terrible stories we will really be too afraid to get out in the woods tonight!"
Chuck laughed, but he shifted uncomfortably in his place. "Just... don't exaggerate, Rob", he said with a smile. "I really wouldn't want for me to have to keep everything for tomorrow morning!"

Crowley smiled at him. "Have a nice weekend, Hana. Be on time next week", he warned him softly, then walking off to the street, where his driver was waiting for him.

Dean knew each and every story Bobby could crack out, and rolled his eyes at a good couple of them. Even though there were a couple that always managed to pull a shiver out of him. When the evening finally died down and the time to go to bed came, he was laughing with Castiel. "-he always starts with the guy with two left hands! It's his favourite", he smiled.

Dean snickered, finding Castiel's sudden worry almost cute. "Maybe it was the Wendigo", he said, getting off his shirt as well. The air was sticky - they were in the woods after all! "Or, maybe it was the crazy murderer with the chainsaw and the hook", he whispered, poking him in his side.

"Ok, ok, calm down now! Besides, no one else could fit in this tent, it's too small, and they'd get scared of my snoring", Dean laughed, feigning surrender when he found himself... pinned under Castiel's half-naked body. He lost himself in his eyes for a very, very long time. Then he coughed a bit, embarrassed, averting his gaze.

Dean hid his flushed face in his bag, fishing out a pair of comfortable pants for the night. "Yes, it was", he answered honestly, turning around to smile at him. "I... really want us to do this again, you know. Make this a thing", he added, changing his pants. Well, what? He did sleep shirtless, basically all the time. He tried to find a comfortable position on his own bedroll, turning towards Castiel.

Dean's smile got a bit softer, and just slightly shy. "Sure. That'd be nice - but, no bars maybe, what about that. Light weight", he joked, bumping his fist against Castiel's shoulder gently. "We could go to the cinema, or bowling if you like that. Maybe come camping on our own! I'll learn some horror stories myself, so you won't miss my dad", he grinned then.

Dean laughed, but it was a kind, harmless sound. He wasn't making fun of Castiel. How could he, now that he knew for sure that, once upon a time, all those monsters that lurked in the dark were real? "Hey, don't worry. If you get a nightmare, I give you permission to wake me up. What about that? We'll talk about stupid stuff until you manage to calm down and get back to sleep." He smiled, and then noticed how his friend was shivering. "You cold?", he asked, frowning slightly.

Dean's expression shifted, getting a bit on the awkward side. He looked away for a couple of seconds, seeming uncertain about something. "Do you think you would feel better if we, uh... shifted closer, or something? I mean", he quickly added, before the situation got too embarrassing, "the warmth would spread more quickly, and, uh, we would get hot sooner-" God, he had made it worse now.