Heeding the silent cues, Sebastian shuffled into the kitchen and set the bags down carefully. James— then they didn’t know. Straightening his shirt self-consciously he washed his hands harshly to get the blood off. Likely they’d already noticed, but there wasn’t any need to rouse any deeper suspicion. Slinking to the doorway, he hovered there before leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms as he watched the stranges with a bit of suspicion- although he did try to look as harmless as possible. Sebastian had just never been very good at that. Not like Jim was.
So he stood there, stock still in a position that would totally be casual except for his unnatural stillness. The boyfriend comment had brought ‘warm fuzzy feelings’, but Sebastian knew exactly how much Jim really meant that. So he stood, and he watched to make sure his boss was safe.
Jim grabbed a pad of paper and pen from the sofa’s end table, quickly writing down the information the tall one wanted. He folded the paper into a neat square, tucking it into the angel’s trench coat pocket before removing his hands completely. “Well, I suppose you’ll be off then?” Jim tilted his head, eyes sweeping over the three once more before his mouth perked into a pleasant smile. “I wrote my number just in case you need anything while you’re staying in London.”
Dean become uncomfortable at the presence of the new man, suddenly wanting to get out of there quickly. He nudged Sam, watching Richard intently as he placed the number in Cas’s pocket, a small frown crossing his face at the seemingly unnecessary close contact.
“Yeah, think that’s it.” Dean offered a small, rather strained smile and nudged Sam again, trying to make his eagerness to get out of there apparent. “Thanks for the help, we’ll look into things.”
Sam watched, mouth slightly agape as their strange host tucked the slip of paper into the angel’s pocket. Though, as his brother nudged him, he glared down at the shorter Winchester and elbowed him back.
“Stop it,” Sam hissed to his brother as he elbowed him again as shifted towards the door. “You’ve been a great help, thank you. And if you need any help with-,” his eyes flicked over to the stilled man in the kitchen doorway. He wasn’t exactly sure how much the two of them had talked bout thing, “with dealing with things, let us know.” Sam muttered as he scribbled his name and number down on the pad of paper by the couch.
As the man put the paper in his front pocket, he stared at him for a brief moment, and turned towards the Winchesters, giving them a stare of equal length.
With a short nod, he put a quick pat to the pocket the paper was put in, as if to make sure it would stay there. If he were honest about it, he wasn’t too fond of using pockets, didn’t use the outside pockets for almost anything, only the inside one for his angel sword. He glanced back over to ‘James’ and ‘Richard’, as his thanks, and another nod to agree with the brother’s.
With nothing to say, Sebastian stared at the strangers, well aware he’d probably be in for a punishment or at least a …lecture from Jim later because of how un-harmless he was acting with his threatening gaze and posture. Hell, though, he was fucking protective of Jim, now more than ever, now that he had the man back. Didn’t matter if Jim could probably take care of himself better than Sebastian could, now. He’d still do what he could, and that including scaring potential threats.
A soft snort escaped him at the words exchanged, and a small smile tugged his lips up crookedly as the strangers danced around the topic. That was entertaining at least.
Jim plucked the paper from the tall man’s fingers; the three stood some what awkwardly, nodding towards the two other men as they shuffled out of the apartment. He grabbed Sebastian’s hand, pulling him towards the door, nodding and exchanging pleasantries with the tall one while the awkward angel and angry brother glared at him. Jim leaned against Sebastian, playing the over-affectionate boyfriend. “Don’t be strangers! Come back anytime.” He flickered his gaze to the angel, his grin turning a smidgen darker. “For anything.”
The door slammed closed due to the short brother; Jim’s grin dropped. “Sebastian. You were quite rude to our guests.” The hand around the sniper’s arm tightened. “You and I will have a nice chat about your lack of manners.”
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