Chapter 1
The Meeting
After a long day on the job Dean decided to grab a beer at the dive bar on his way home from the hospital. McLellan's, he had never been in the place before. The place seemed unusually quiet being 10 on a Friday night, the few patrons staying in their designated booths Dean sat on the leather toped metal stool and started rubbing his temples processing the day. The leather jacket he had on was hot so he draped it across his green duffle bag at his feet. The bartender had been watching him shed the article with an impish smirk taking in his muscular arms and the way his dark gray t-shirt fit across his chest.
"What can I get you Darling?" came a gruff voice. Dean looked up and was slightly taken aback by the Scottish male bartender. That preceded to look him up and down with an odd expression on his face, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up to his elbow black vest unbuttoned the and gray tie it was a relaxed formal look.
"Darling?" Dean said the confusion on the bartender's face was replaced with amusement
"This fine establishment happens to be a gay bar." The bartender paused to let that sink in. As Dean realized he also became extremely awkward "My name is Crowley; I won't bite in less you want me to?" Crowley said with another grin. The silence from Dean continued as he started forming an exit strategy. "So are you going to tell me your name or do I have to call you Squirrel."
"The name is Dean and I'm not… I will take a beer though." After everything today through at him, a beer was a beer even if the situation was not what he had intended.
"You can't blame a girl for trying, nice to meet you Dean." Crowley said and went to fetch the beer.
Moments later there was a scream from outside without thinking Dean was on his feet and out the door in a flash fallowed by the other patrons. Upon seeing two rednecks fleeing the scene of the teenager on the side walk a knife wound in his gut, four of the onlookers gave chase. Dean jumped in to action pointing to one of the other bystanders
"You call 911" as he removed his shirt in a fluid motion and used it to slow the bleeding his muscles flexed as he applied pressure. Being a nurse he was use to high stress situations and took charge barking orders and keeping the teen from moving or worsening his condition. Soon the police arrived and the ambulance by this point Deans navy shirt was black with blood but the pressure he was applying was keeping the teen from bleeding out he maintained his pressure and reassuring the boy all the way to the hospital where the doctors took over one of the other nurses commented on how he had finished his shift in the ER less than an hour ago.
Now shirtless carless and so tired Dean sat in the waiting room closed his eyes and rubbed his temples again. He could hear footsteps then a smooth voice asked.
"Are you the one that saved the boy?" Dean slowly raised his head the man standing in front of him had black slakes a white dress shirt a navy tie and a tan trench coat heart shaped lips tightened in to a line then Dean looked in to his eyes knitted together in a focused way and blue as the sky and just as deep so deep that he lost himself in them for a moment before shaking his head in a quick nod of approval. He thought to himself "I must be more dead on my feet then I thought spacing out like that?"
"I'm Detective Castiel can you tell me what you witnessed tonight." As Dean explained what he witnessed in as much detail as he could muster, the detective was having a hard time not letting his eyes wander over the shirtless nurse examining his tattoo, arms, sculpted chest and abs. After hearing the name of the bar Castiel's eyes seemed to smolder in their sockets. After Dean was done explaining he expected the detective to go away but he sat down next to him.
"So I'm guessing that you left your car at the bar?" Cas asked
"Yeah I did why?" Dean looked at him watched as the detective stared forward not looking at anything unparticular and licked his lower lip.
"Would you like a ride?"
"Sure…" at this point Cas stood and extended his hand.
"We had better get going then."
"Okay." Dean stood without excepting the hand.
Dean had an odd feeling the whole drive, the detective was quiet then when they got to the bar Castiel handed him his card
"Call me if you think of anything else or even if you don't."
"Okay thanks" Dean was too drained from his long day to realize that the detective was obviously hitting on him climbed in to his impala and finished the drive home fell in to bed then it hit him.
"shit!" not wanting to think about it he rolled over and passed out.
Castiel finished his report and went home to sleep.
COMING SOON CHAPTER 2 "ONLY DREAMING"
