#ifyoucatchacriminal: neal

[qapsiel]

@ifyoucatchacriminal liked the starter call (still accepting)

                         CASTIEL IMITATES THE OTHER PATRONS AND SIPS ON HIS CHAMPAGNE. It's not particularly tasty, but the bubbles leave a prickling feeling on his tongue. To play his part as an undercover FBI agent, who is also undercover at a private party and art show, he had to put on a different kind of suit (a tuxedo, as Dean had explained) and doff the trench coat. He feels ridiculously naked without it. At least he doesn't look like a penguin like Sam and Dean, who have assumed the roles of waiters to get onto this private property and this event. Trying to appear very normal, Castiel strolls over to where Neal Caffrey is leaning against the bar. "Has the private collector shown up already?"

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@ifyoucatchacriminal liked for a starter with Neal & Leila

"Two questions, and I promise they're related. One, do I look like a stressed out college student during Finals Week? Two, would you like to get your hands on a Matisse and Renoir?"

[qapsiel]

@ifyoucatchacriminal ;; Brooklyn99 starters (still accepting) Neal said: "You should make me your campaign manager. I was born for politics! I have great hair and I love lying."

                          CASTIEL WONDERS WHY HE SHOULD DO A CAMPAIGN. He's not particularly interested in politics since he doesn't actually care about countries, anyway. He's an angel; borders are just silly things humans drew on a map because they cannot fathom the size of their own planet because their brains are too tiny. "It's true, you're very good at lying," he says eventually because that's the safest thing to address. He squints. "And your hair is, indeed, great... very luxurious."

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                                CAFFREY AND THE SHAPESHIFTER DART OUT OF THE ROOM. Close bystanders are confused, but the whole event happens quickly and civilized enough to not startle them too badly, so Castiel tries to follow their example so he wouldn't attract unwanted attention. It's bad enough that one civilian is endangered right now. 

                                 As soon as he's through the door, he dashes after them and down the hallway. He can hear Caffrey grunt something about FBI. When he rounds the corner, he sees them on the floor, struggling to get the upper hand. Caffrey's fingers come away with a whole stripe of gooey skin as the shapeshifter tries to change form. "Quick, get up!" Castiel barks, blocked from reaching the monster. He doesn't have a silver knife because any form of blade was forbidden at this event, but smiting should do the trick. "Let him go, I got it!"

No one has ever reacted to a casual handshake the way this man is. Neal watches the way he drops his hand and darts away, immediately following the man and hoping that the 'agent' is behind him. Though Neal isn't actually an FBI agent, he knows enough about pursuing a suspect now that he's been working with Peter for as long as he has.

He follows the man as fast as he can, unsure what he's going to do if he catches him, hoping for the agent to catch up. He breaks into a run when they exit the ballroom, chasing the man down. He can catch him, he thinks, maybe tackle him and sit on him until someone more qualified catches up. The agent has partners, Neal had seen them.

He sees the suspect turn a corner and pushes himself, flinging himself around the corner and then into the suspect, following him to the ground. "Stay still," he grunts. "FBI."

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                             CASTIEL DOES NOT KNOW WHAT FASHIONABLY LATE MEANS, but he doesn't ask, merely nods. He drinks the last of his champagne and then puts the glass on the bar. Now that his hands aren't occupied with a beverage anymore, they return to their stiff posture, which leads Dean to subtly knock into him on his way through the crowd, handing out more drinks. Castiel scowls at his back for a second before he forces himself to act cool and casual as he leans against the bar. (It absolutely doesn't look cool or casual.) "When you find our target, I want you to show him this coin," Castiel says, pulling a silver dollar out of his pocket. "He needs to touch it with his bare skin."

The feeling of doing something naughty, of breaking Peter's carefully constructed rules, leaves Neal with a curl of delight in his stomach. He is absolutely not supposed to be at this party, watching for a private collector with FBI agents who aren't Peter. Who aren't even real agents. Neal loves breaking the law, knowing that he's doing something he shouldn't. He's been so good lately, hasn't he earned this?

He's been people watching the entire time, looking for their guy. He hasn't seen him yet, but Neal knows that he will. When the 'agent' approaches him, he shakes his head, lifting his own glass of champagne to his lips. Not yet, but he could be fashionably late. I'm watching."