[ He's pretty sure hiding it in his brain is the safest place on the planet. If someone goes poking around in his mind while he's midway through perusing the archives, serves 'em right for not minding their own goddamn business and staying out of his head.

Cough cough, Castiel.

They round the block, and they enter one of those massive insane skyscraper lobbies that Dean took fifty years to get used to. Head toward the elevator. ]

Workin' two jobs. Doing autobody nine to five, pulling shifts at that bar to de-drunk people for nights. I'm doin' good. Hell, doing better than hustling pool ever got me.

[ Not as awesome as those permanent credit cards Charlie hooked them up with, but... You know. ]