The backpack in his hand, the trench coat loosely hanging around his shoulders, the guns tucked in his jeans - yes, Castiel was ready for the job.
He climbed into his new Lucid Air (which he never liked; it didn't stop smelling like industry) and started the car. He missed his Lincoln Continental, but the old, golden car got some major damages in a crash and couldn't be repaired. That was when Michael finally managed to convince him of a company car.
The ride wasn't long, the radio was turned off and Castiel enjoyed the silence. It always helped him focus.

The stone building came in sight and Castiel parked, pulling out his CIA ID (which wasn't even a fake one, since his organisation was able to hack the world's safest systems) so he could pass.
The young (and definitely not straight) guards at the entrance looked at him with a weird expression on their faces and one of them (they must have been 20 or something! Almost babys!) asked: "The FBI's also there - some international crisis going on, or why are y'a all here?"
Inside Castiel got a little nervous but on the outside he put on a charming smile and answered calmly: "If I told you, I'd have to kill you. And you look way too pretty to die." He winked at the boy who blushed deeply and walked away, further to the building.

Once inside, Castiel fastly took the guards out and went into an elevator which should led him directly to the presidents' office floor.

But the lift stopped one floor below his destination and Castiel jumped to the side, hiding in the corner next to the door, ready to attack whoever stepped into the elevator.

His eyes went wide when he recognised the person.

"What in heavens name are you doing here, Hunter!? This is my Job!"