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Morgan's Hardware - Monday, 07/13

Morgan stared at his phone.

...he was just about done with Reid's room, the angel had his room, and he knew that Murphy's Law should require that his phone ring since he'd gotten zero sleep last night.

"Yeah, you just try it."

Of course, the lack of a case to fly off on didn't help him with all the reports and paperwork and--crap, he had to call Ino today to let her know he had her design done. Ugh, it was going to be a long day.

Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
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"That's right. BAU. Behavioral Analysis Unit. What we do is, we use the clues available to us, and our knowledge of the unknown subjects we're looking for on a case, to figure out what they're thinking so we can stop them."

He let that settle for a moment before giving Castiel a faint smile.

"And I can tell you, a lot about a person gets shaped by the way they were brought up. And when they're a teenager, that's when you really get an idea of who they are and what makes them tick."

Castiel frowned. "I don't follow."

Gideon might have run away two years ago, but his words would never leave any of the agents who'd worked under him.

Our best weapon is an accurate profile.

By extension, he'd learned that that didn't just go for the unsubs. Knowing your team mates, knowing who could take what, knowing what someone would do under pressure...

"You've got a guy who's important enough that they had you pull him out of Perdition," Morgan said slowly, "and now you've been sent here, to where he's eighteen years old. You get to see this guy as a kid, what's down underneath everything else, how he ticks, how he works, what's important to him. A lot of it's solidifying now, at this age. And if his family is here? That's even more information.

"Knowing what you're dealing with when it comes to the bad guys is important, but knowing what you're dealing with when it comes to the people you have to work with? That's essential."

"So you believe I may be here to . . . get to know my charge better."

Dean, for all his varied secrets, had a tendency to wear himself on his sleeve. Still, perhaps there was something to Morgan's words.

"I would postulate in return, however, that observing an individual under the most trying of circumstances might also give this invaluable insight into their being. I'm not certain what you think I might observe here that I did not learn while freeing the man from Hell or working with him in the months since."

"They're two different things," he said, because this was his business.

"And stress works in a whole lot of different ways. If you've got an unsub in a position with a hostage and you stress him one way, he gives himself away. You stress him the other way, he kills the hostage and you've got another body on your hands.

"People are complex. Every little action, reaction; every little piece of the puzzle adds something new to a profile. What might mean one thing to someone could mean something to someone else."

It was a bit gruesome but again, this was his business.

"A quick, direct slice to an artery might mean he needs the job done quick, or that he's a trained butcher, or that he was just slicing what got in his way. The way you tell is from all the interlocking pieces around it."

Castiel nodded, now listening carefully, thinking of how he'd misread Uriel, blinded by his friendship with his fellow angel, until he had put the pieces together on the breaking of the devil's trap.

"You have a point," he acknowledged. "What is an 'unsub'?"

"Short for unknown subject. It's what we call the criminal when we don't know who we're looking for. We try not to give them names because that limits your perception. As long as we don't know what we think we should be looking for, we'll keep looking at everything."

"If you're looking for a demon, you may miss the corrupted angel next to you," Castiel rephrased to himself. "And you use the information you gather to track suspects?"

"Exactly," he agreed to the first part with a slow nod, glad the angel was starting to go with it, if only a little.

"Track, find, bag, catch. Sometimes we use it to get them to tell us where they are, sometimes we use it to find them where they're hiding. All depends on the unsub. Strategy's different depending on what you're dealing with.

"Most importantly, we do our best to keep as many bodies off the ground as possible."

Castiel tilted his head and smiled slightly. "And you wonder, Derek Morgan, why God has not stepped in here on Earth."

He did, during the dark hours when the bodies were stacking up and it felt like they were grasping in the dark. And he had back when his life had been pretty damn crappy growing up.

For the moment, though, Morgan laughed and reached out to try and pat the angel lightly on the shoulder.

"I'm taking that as a compliment."

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Castiel nodded. "As you should. You have given me some things to think about. There aren't many men who can say that."

Derek wanted to blow it off, pretend like he wasn't as pleased about it as he was, but he couldn't help it. He spread his hands across the counter and gave a small smile.

"A friend of mine once told me that everything happens for a reason."

He tilted his head and the smile got a little wider.

"I figure I'm just doing my part."

Hopefully, Garcia would be proud of him... though he couldn't think of how to actually explain this whole thing to her. Or if he even could.

"That friend of yours is quite wise. I might add the usual 'mysterious ways' adage to that." Castiel nodded one more time to Morgan. "I'll leave you to your work. I trust you would be able to find the church should you have need of me?"

He nodded.

"And you know your way here and to the house now."

"I do."

A rustle of coat, a faint flapping of wings, and Castiel was gone.

And, yes, he'd probably be making a habit of that sort of entrance and exit.

Which was good because Morgan thought it was pretty damn cool.

"Angels" he muttered before turning around to get going on his paperwork.

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