Tell me, what makes you so special.

[Based off THIS by soldier_ofgod. Just trying my hand at it, because you know I love a good cop AU. Not binding on any other canon muses.]

“You can’t run away from your problems...there’s no place that far.” –Unknown

There was a reason why Dean didn’t like talking about his problems with his partner, and it wasn’t just because he was a self-righteous son of a bitch. Well, it was mostly because he was a self-righteous son of a bitch, but there was also the fact that he knew that no how much Dean explained, how much he tried to give the man context, Cas was never going to get it. Dean was pretty sure the guy had never so much given a girl the wrong kind of look, let alone gotten anywhere close to the life that Dean had had. As far as Dean was concerned? Cas’s life had been picture perfect, and he had all this faith to get him through the day when the demons came knocking on his door.

Dean? Dean had a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue and Penthouse TV. Not exactly an inspirational ideal.

His keys clattered against the side table near the door as he made his way into the apartment, bag of groceries in his hand, tucked in with the file of the latest murder in the case, dealt by the guy who seemed to see himself as the bringer of the Apocalypse. “The Hand of Lilith,” he was calling himself, and while mostly Dean thought the guy was a whackjob, he had to admit, the motivations were a bit interesting on this one. It wasn’t your run of the mill whackjob, and after a string of cases that had been nothing but ordinary whackjobs? He was game for both the challenge and the distraction. This guy was aiming to kill fifty-nine more people, though—and Dean knew in his gut that he had to catch him before he did.

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