A/N: New story because this idea's been around my head for a while, and have wanted to do an FBI!au thing for a while. Naturally it's destiel but I may add more pairings along the way. I try and make my fics better as they go and so I'm trying to keep this one paced. Please let me know what you think/what you'd like to see/any other thoughts. This will be updated randomly as I'll probably focus on my other two active fics.
They had the place surrounded. The hostage was being kept in the basement of the surburban house. Dean, Benny and Jo were going in to keep the situation from going nuclear and to get the hostages out and subdue the captors with force if necessary. It was Jo's first real case out in the field that wasn't just pen pushing and paperwork and she was clearly eager to impress. The DSS handle cases ranging from theft, rape, assault and murder. This particular case had proven itself to be a sloppy trail of breadcrumbs from a first time captor.
"Benny, I'm taking point, you follow and Jo you keep the door covered. No one gets in or out until we say so, including you, understand? We're getting this guy out, alive." Dean instructed quietly and Jo and Benny both nodded. Dean's radio hissed at him and he grabbed it and listened to the voice on the other side.
"Unit A approaching house, un-sub is armed and extremely dangerous, I repeat extremely dangerous. Watch yourself agents." The voice, their over-seeing agent, Bobby warned them.
"Got it." Dean informed the radio and then returned it to his pocket. Now in full on mission mode the team slowly neared the house, Dean in front, Benny covering his flank and Jo following them up.
They entered the house and Dean motioned to Benny who nodded and they both proceeded into the first door on the left, into the living area where they could engage the captor. The both entered at the same time.
"DSS, drop the weapon." Dean commanded in his military tone.
"Sir, drop the weapon." Benny enforced.
"Your place is surrounded, come quietly and we can make this easier for you but first you must put down the weapon. We're not gonna' try anything." Dean reasoned, confident from experience in the field. The captor looked torn as he glanced down at the hostage, who's head he'd pressed a gun to.
This was it, Dean noticed. This was the moment, the moment in which the primal fight or flight instinct could kick in. This split second was crucial and both he and Benny knew better than to make any sudden movements or loud noises as it could trigger an adrenaline rush and a blitz attack. Besides he appeared to be on the verge of coming quietly, not making any demands or monologues, this guy wasn't cut out for this. It was going to just be an easy step-by-step transition to get him from the one in control to get him to submit as long as they kept to the plan.
Unfortunately, it didn't go to plan. Jo burst into the room and fired at the un-sub. Inexperience with fire-arms naturally lead to a miss but more importantly, the captor freaked. Benny, closest to the door saw what would happen at the same time as Dean, however Dean couldn't get there quick enough. Throwing himself in front of Jo, Benny took a shot to the torso and what seemed like hundreds more shots sounded around the room. Everyone but the captor was on the ground.
The hostage screamed despite his duct tape gag, Jo screamed as well. Dean's mind completely cleared into action now.
"Jo, get him out, now!" Dean bellowed. He took his gun and emptied a clip into the ceiling, leaving silence in his wake.
Taking a look at the offender he was barely twenty, still just a kid. He was wide-eyed and apparently near-hyperventilation as he held his gun out stretched, shaking dramatically, growing more angry by the second. Jo and Benny were gone from the room but Dean had to focus on the hostage for now before he could worry about Benny.
He incredibly slowly, and with his hands raised, got to his feet, leaving his empty gun on the floor. He really didnt want to shoot this guy anyway, he looked way too young.
"You said- You said, you lied! You lied to me!" In his fury caused by Jo's apparent treachery he turned his weapon to the victim. Dean dropped to the ground, grabbed Benny's abandoned gun and fired twice into the captors chest and he hit the ground instantly. Dean grabbed the victim and untied him, quickly helping him from the house.
As he left the house medics appeared from nowhere and everywhere to take the hostage and get him medical attention. He saw Benny getting put into an ambulace but his friend gave him a weak thumbs up to which he sighed deeply but nodded in return, he owed him one. Bobby came into his line of vision, a solemn expression on his face.
"What the hell happened?!" He fumed at an exhausted Dean. He caught sight of Jo standing a couple of metres away, looking ready to jump in but Dean took the fall.
"I made a bad call, fired early, he freaked, Benny took a hit and then I shot him again twice and took him out."
"Do you have any idea of the collaterol that could come outta' this ya' damn idjit?! I thought you were less of a god damn fool than your Daddy, boy! Forget it, go get cleaned up. I want a report on my desk by tomorrow morning." Bobby marched away, going to address a crowd of reporters who were barely being held back by strained policemen. Jo walked over, looking ashamed of herself as she let her hair fall in front of her face as a barrier between her and the hell Dean would unleash.
"Thanks," She said quietly.
"What the hell were you thinking, huh? You think you've got something to prove because it's your first case? You could've got yourself killed! Or Benny! Count yourself lucky he's got half a brain to get you out of the way, too bad he hasn't got the other half or he wouldn't have got himself shot! You let me know if he's okay and then I want your gun handed in tomorrow, your on file duty forever, starting now. Now go find Ash." And with that Dean stormed away, not wanting any response.
As he left he got swarmed by reporters and his Chief asked him to give a press statement but he refused and eventually managed to get around them. He stomped the entire three blocks to his baby, an Impala Chevy. As he got in and slammed the door he let his head rest against the wheel as he reassessed his 'talk' with Jo. Maybe he was too harsh on her. Taking off his flat jacket and removing his gun holder from his leg, he allowed himself three punches to the dashboard before promptly apologising to his baby and starting the car.
When he got back to his apartment on 9th he dumped his keys and jacket at the door and kicked off his shoes. It was gone ten and he expected Sam to already be in bed but was surprised to find his 12 year old brother sat up glued to the news.
"Sam?" Sam started at his brother's voice but before Dean could reprimand him for ignoring his bedtime Sam ran to him and hugged his brother with all of his might. It took Dean aback a little and after a second he processed things and lifted his little brother up into his arms.
"What's this about, man?" Dean asked, Sam's head on his shoulder.
"You said this was a big one, a big case, Dean. The people on the news are talking about it but I couldn't see you, and, and Arnold Moore said because you were a cop you were gonna' get shot and I said for him to shut up because he doesn't know my brother, but then you didn't come back for ages and I couldn't see you on the tv and-" Sam's voice waned with his distress as he clearly attempted not to cry in front of his brother and Dean rubbed a reassuring hand up and down his back.
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down. One, I'm not a cop. Two, who cares what 'Arnold Moore' says, he sounds he's off Thomas the Tank Engine." Sam sniffed a laugh and Dean carried on his big brother routine, he fell into it well.
"I'm good at what I do, no one's getting shot. You know why I'm not getting shot, because I've gotta' make you breakfast in the morning, man." Sam laughed again, a little louder this time.
"And God forbid this little man doesn't get his lucky charms, huh?" Dean said and began tickling his brother who squirmed and laughed loudly and Dean smiled.
"Everything's fine, and its always gonna' be fine, okay? Besides, you need anyone you can always call Uncle Bobby as well, you know that." Sam nodded and Dean sighed.
"Look at me," Sam did as he was told.
"See any holes?" Dean said comically and Sam snorted and nodded. Dean mocked being shocked and apalled but he knew the game.
"Where?!" He said in mock-horror. Sam leaned over and pointed into his ear.
"There's a hole in there, I can see straight through." Sam chortled and Dean laughed too before ticklin his brother again.
"A wise guy, eh?" He said in his not-so-perfected Boston accent as he hoisted Sam over his shoulder, at which Sam let out a happily startled yelp and Dean carried him into his bedroom. When in his room he dumped his brother onto his bed and Sam laughed away with a huge smile on his face, Dean's favourite.
"Time for bed, way past in fact. Come on, get under the covers." Dean said with a kind authority. He'd never had to use much disipline with Sam because his brother respected him so much, he was a star kid and didn't cause much trouble. Dean still worried about him though. He tucked his brother in and then went to bed himself, exhausted. Had he known what was to greet him the next morning, he might not have been so eager getting to work.
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"Is Mommy going to be okay?" He asked again. Castiel sighed with an easy smile.
"Of course she is, you Mother is always fine, she's just seeing the doctor to help her get better again, to stop her from being poorly." He said calmly as he took the plates out of the living room and into the kitchen, placing them in the sink.
"You know it's far too late for you to still be up." Castiel noted and the child waved away his thought, eyes saucers at the sight on the television. Castiel frowned at the news. A special ops team had, had to help a captured man escape a house at gunpoint. Not exactly suitable tv for a nine year old. He took the remote and turned off the television. The child frowned up at him as he yawned yet again, depsite his attempts not to.
"Uncle Castiel!" He protested but after a second the boy spoke again.
"Do you think the good guys beat the baddies?" Castiel honestly pondered the question for a moment, wondering what sort of person it would take to go into such a situation but had some strange feeling in his mind that somehow, everything was fine.
"I'm sure they did, Samandriel. Now, it's time for you to go to bed."
"Do I have to? Can't I see Mom?" Castiel sighed again at his nephew. His sister, Anna, was in a mental institution after another psychotic break, leaving Castiel as the next of kin to take care of her nine year old son Samandriel. As far as he knew, his Mother was simply a little ill. Sometimes that's all she'd seem to be as she could often appear completely ordinary and healthy, but unfortunately these things bury themselves and reappear when they please, not when best suited.
"You're going to see Uncle Gabriel tomorrow, remember?" Castiel said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He saw his nephews shoulders slump slightly.
"What? I thought you enjoyed staying with Uncle Gabriel." Castiel said sadly.
"Oh, I do. He's fun and gives me candy."
"Far too much." Castiel noted disapprovingly, unintentionally drawing a smirk from his nephew.
"I just wondered if I could stay with you tomorrow, please?" He added hopefully and Castiel could see how Samandriel had his hands behind his back, hiding his crossed fingers.
"I'm sorry, Samandriel, I wish I could but I have to work tomorrow." He said apologetically and the nine year old pouted as his hands landed in his lap and he looked heart breakingly forlorn.
"On saturday, I'll take you somewhere, anywhere you'd like to go, would you like that?" His nephew perked up instantly.
"Really?" He gasped and Castiel laughed.
"Of course, if that's what you wish to do. After all you have been very good."
"Yes, yes, yes please, yes!" The boy clapped his hands together in delight and Castiel smiled down at him.
"Then that's what we'll do. Now, it's time for you to be in bed." And with that he carried his nephew to his bed, tucked him in and returned to the living room and turned the television back on.
"-of my best agents was hit but he's expected to make a full recovery and the perpetrator has been subdued." An older man with a gruff voice and a beard informed them. Castiel shook his head, that poor man. He turned the television off and went to bed, unaware of the real danger he was going to be in from now to the forseeable future.
A/N: I hope this is okay for you guys and things will develop soon. I'll try and get the first chapters out as quickly as I can but any suggestions always help me write and will definitely make me write more quickly so please review for me even just for a little message, it all helps. Hope anyone enjoyed. Updates soon. Thanks for reading! Izzie.