7
Cas entered The Razor’s Edge, a dive if ever he had seen one, and made his way through the gloomy, smoke-filled atmosphere to the bar. His eyes darted briefly to the terminal, the one he presumed his brother had used to send his message, and then returned to the bar, and the server on the other side of it.
“I’m looking for someone,” Cas said when he reached the bar. “I think he might be a regular here.”
“You’re after Niki Dragunov,” the server said, a look of startled recognition on his face, before he he could be asked. “You’re his brother, right.”
Cas nodded and said, “That obvious is it?” It had been quite a few years since he was last somewhere his brother was known well enough for the similarity in their looks to be noted, let alone remarked upon. He had forgotten what it felt l
