Hi again! It's my third fic for SPN fandom!
If it wasn't because my mother dragged my into a place with no internet connection and left me waiting alone for two hours there today, maybe I wouldn't type this fic yet, due to my laziness. With only iPhone in my hand and most of the puzzle games had already been completed and no way to disturb my friends, I decided to finally use the text editor application that I have downloaded months ago for the first time to type this fic, LOL.
I apologize in advance for any mistakes that you find, I will return later to re-check this fic after my eyes get enough rest. XD
Soo, please bear with me and enjoy my newest fic!
Crossing the Opposite Side
Chapter I
Castiel Novak was a homicide detective worked for New York Police Department, a first-class investigator who had gained a reputation by solving 53 cases since he joined the rank three years ago. Investigation was his specialization, thus making him one of the most trusted detectives in the department.
His good reputation was what had landed him in hard cases most of the times. Some of the cases were even having mafia involvement somehow, whether it was a murder or attack of a mafia henchman, or the otherwise. He was quite familiar with almost all of the mafia families in New York because of that.
There was a high pile of files of the mafia families in the dark haired detective's office, gathered by his agents since his first case that involved a mafia organization two years ago. He had memorized all the family members and the important henchmen, along with their positions, like an obsessed fan girl who had memorized all the names of the stars in her favorite movies.
From all the mafia families that he had investigated, there was one that suspiciously clears of any charge for over ten years, which was a weird thing for underworld organization who dealt mostly with illegal businesses. Although it was doubtlessly suspicious, the Winchester family was basically untouched by police as long as they weren't committing any crime. Unknown to other people in the precinct, he continued his investigation in discreet, reviewing the Winchester files that had been gathered by his agents whenever he had time between his caseload.
It was just Castiel's poor luck, that when his department received a call from a local bar at 10.40 p.m., informing about a bloody fight between two customers, he was the only detective from homicide department that was still stuck in the precinct, reviewing his latest case alone in the office.
By the time he arrived at the location, the police were in the middle of securing the place to prevent the valuable witnesses from leaving. One of the poor bastards who were involved in the fight had already been taken to the hospital to attend his wounds, while the other one with minor injury were sitting in one of the bar stools with his back facing the detective, answering questions from a police officer. The bar owner and several waitresses had stood behind the bar, listening to them.
"Listen, dude! How many times do I have to explain this? I have told you everything that happened!" the blond haired man in business suit, their suspect, growled impatiently.
Sighing, Castiel decided to step in quickly before the seemingly hot-headed man starting another fight. "Thank you, Sir. I will take care of this from here," he told the police officer.
The officer quickly saluted him and stepped back, while the fuming man slowly turned toward him. Castiel's eyes widened in shock when he finally saw the blond man's face.
In front of him sat a man whose face had been familiar to him. A man whose face was on several surveillance photos and videos gathered by his agents, along with the other members of a mafia family. The man in front of him was none other than Dean Winchester, the mafia prince from Winchester family.
The blond haired stared back at Castiel in confusion for a split second, before quirking his lips up in an amused smile. "See something you like?" he teased the speechless detective.
Castiel glared at him, quickly composing himself and flashed out his badge. "I'm Detective Castiel Novak, from New York Police Department," he introduced himself coldly, deciding to ignore the other man's remark completely. "I'm here to ask you questions regarding the fight."
The blond haired man grinned at him. "Well, just ask then. I'll answer all of your questions as best as I can."
About half an hour later, Castiel concluded that the answers from the suspect were matching the explanation from the witnesses. The fight started because the mafia prince stepped in when the other suspect, in a drunken state, advancing on a poor waitress. All the people in the bar stood for him, telling the police to release him because he had done the right thing. Not finding any evidence to convict him, the mafia prince was freed of charge.
Once he had been informed that he was free to go, the mafia prince grinned smugly at the police officer who had arrested him earlier, before walking towards the detective.
"So, Cas," the mafia prince called him in such familiarity that made the smaller man frowned at him.
"Castiel," the detective corrected him firmly.
The blond haired man just grinned at him. "Castiel is mouthful," he commented nonchalantly, annoying the detective further. "By the way, Cas, I just realized that you didn't ask for my name yet."
The dark haired man raised an eyebrow, eyeing the proffered hand. He then returned the gesture slowly, letting the other man grabbed his hand for a handshake.
Smiling charmingly, the taller man introduced himself. "My name is Dean-"
"I know your name," Castiel cut him coldly, pulling out his hand from the other man's grasp. "Your name is Dean Winchester."
Ignoring the shocked expression on Dean's face, the detective turned and walked away from the blond haired man, his trench coat swirling behind him.
The coffee shop near NYPD headquarter was full that afternoon. Castiel regretted coming there as soon as he saw the long queue of people waiting for their turn to order at the cashier. He just contemplated to go back to office and told Gabriel, his detective partner, to go buy his coffee himself, when someone called his name. Loudly.
Caught by surprise, he quickly turned around and saw the mafia prince who he had just met a week ago, sitting on one of the two-person tables in the corner. The blond haired man grinned at him, gesturing for the detective to sit on the chair across from him. The dark haired man sighed deeply, before walking towards him.
"May I help you?" Castiel asked in neutral tone, hiding his suspicion and wariness well enough. After disclosing the fact that he knew the about the other man on their meeting last week, the detective realized that he had made a grave mistake. The mafia family now knew that he had investigated them. He had prepared himself for the day when the Winchester would confront him; he just didn't expect it to be this soon.
Dean just eyed him amusedly. "Come on, Cas. Don't be so formal. Sit, I know you are tired after working a whole day."
Castiel pulled the empty chair then sat stiffly, eyeing the the other man back all the while. "So you have followed me all this time?"
The other man had the nerve to look confused. "Following you? No!" he replied quickly. "I just thought that since this coffee shop is near your base, I will be able to meet you here." Chuckling slightly, he continued, "It took longer time than I thought. I have started to think that maybe I should just wait for you in front of the precinct."
Castiel glared at him, starting to get impatient. "What do you want, Winchester?" he asked curtly. "Just get to the point. I don't have enough time for your game."
The blond haired man seemed taked aback by his hostility. "Whoa there. Relax, Cas!" he raised both of his hands in front of him in an attempt to calm the detective down. "I just want to know about you. Is it wrong?"
The dark haired man really wanted to answer yes, but decided against it. Instead, he intensified his glare and asked, "Oh? So what is it that you want to know about me?"
Dean seemed to be satisfied by his reply. He suddenly leaned forward, smiling in a way that made the detective started to feel uncomfortable. "Well, for starter, just call me Dean." When there was no reply from Castiel, the blond haired man continued. "Let's see. How about you tell me your favorite activity on your free times first?"
"It's none of your business."
"Your favorite hang out places?"
"It's none of your business."
The blond haired man didn't give up easily. "Your phone number?"
"What makes you think I would give my phone number to you?" Castiel retorted, deciding that he had enough.
Before Dean could answer him, his phone rang. Castiel quickly pulled his cell phone out from his trench coat pocket then looked at the caller name, before accepting the call. "Yes, Gabriel?"
"Caaassyyy, where is my coffee? I barely able to open my eyes now!" the voice from the other end of the receiver whined, making the dark haired detective rolled his eyes. "By the way, Ash told me that he has gotten the information that you want. You better come back quickly!"
Castiel contemplated to tell his partner about Dean Winchester, but after one glance at the blond haired man who had been staring at him intently, he decided that it wasn't a wise thing to do at this time. "Fine. Please tell Ash that I will be there shortly," he answered quickly, then ended the call before Gabriel could whine further.
"Call from work?" Dean asked him once he had pocketed his cell phone again.
"Yes," Castiel replied shortly, looking at the queue that had only three people left now. "If you don't have anything important to say, I will go order my coffee now," he told the mafia heir before standing up and going to join the queue.
Dean stood up from his chair as well and followed him from behind, much to the detective confusion. When the detective turned his head around to look at him questioningly, the blond haired man just smiled innocently. "What? I want to order coffee too."
The dark haired man knew better than to confront the mafia heir when they were standing in the queue. Slightly peeved, he turned to look ahead again, deciding to say nothing.
When it was Castiel's turn to order, he told the cashier quickly. "Two black coffees."
"Make it three," Dean piped up, stepping beside him and handing the money for three black coffees to the cashier.
Castiel stared at him in surprise. "Why are you paying for my order?"
The mafia prince just shrugged. "Just think of this as my token of apology for monopolizing your time and making you late to come back to your work."
"You don't have to do this, Mr. Winchester."
"Dean," the other man corrected him. "And Cas, it's not a big deal, okay?"
Before the detective could speak again, the cashier informed them. "Your order is ready, Sirs."
Sighing, Castiel decided to let the matter go. He muttered "Thank you" to Dean and took his order from the counter, one cup on each hand.
The blond haired man grinned widely at him and replied "You're welcome" before taking his own coffee and then following the detective walked out of the coffee shop.
Once they were outside, Dean called him, "Cas, wait!"
The dark haired man stopped and turned to face him. "Yes, Dean?" he asked impatiently, only to yelp a second later when the taller man suddenly crowded his space and slipped his free hand into the detective's trench coat pocket. He blushed furiously when the other man's hand accidentally touched his thigh.
When Dean stepped back, Castiel could see that his cell phone was on his hand. "What do you think you are doing? Give me back my cell phone!"
"Give me a moment, Cas," the blond haired man replied nonchalantly.
With both of his hands were occupied, the detective could only stare in horror when Dean pressed some numbers on his cell phone. "W-what are you doing?" His question was answered a moment later, when a ringtone suddenly played from inside of the other man's pocket.
Grinning victoriously, Dean pulled out his own cell phone and then flashed the screen to the dark haired man. "Got your number!" he told him smugly, before stepping forward to return the detective's cell phone back into his pocket.
Castiel stared at him with dumbfounded look on his face.
"I will call you soon, Cas!" The mafia prince winked at him and then walked away, leaving the bewildered detective behind.
To Be Continued
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