Okay… So… This is my first fic for THIS account…
I have another one, been active since 2012… Got this extra one, because you know how the story goes… You write for a certain amount of time, you get very locked down in what genre and style you write in…
Figured it could be cool to see how many of my 'followers' who would find me a second time… And if I dare to write in other genres than on my original account…
It will be fun to see…
"Officer down! I repeat; Officer Down!" Dean shouted into his radio as he frantically scooted behind one of the dumpsters.
Ever since he was little, he had dreamt of being a firefighter, or an EMT, or a policeman… Or just the general task of helping, and possibly saving people…
In high school, he had been captain and quarterback of the school's football team. He had been on the track-team and he had been active in general. He enjoyed staying fit, enjoyed pushing his body past what he thought was the limit…
He had graduated with okay grades, not nearly as good as his little brother's, but okay enough… But his physical abilities were spoken of near and far in the right communities… That kid can go all the way… Can go International if he wants to… I bet you the top five teams in the country will be fighting over that quarterback in a few years…
But he had never dreamt of becoming something big, he had never wanted to become a star… So when graduation had passed, he spent a few years in the marine, then he enrolled in the police academy. His mind set on becoming a police officer…
He graduated from the academy with top grades, and even better memories…
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Now, why the hell didn't he try out Pro Football?
His heart was beating a mile a minute, the air around him smelled of gunpowder and he was hiding behind a dumpster. Praying the hell out of the possibility to stay alive…
His left hand was clamped down on his left thigh. Blood was oozing out of a hole in his black uniform pants. He did his best to slow down the flow. He pressed down on the entry wound, but he couldn't do the same with the exit wound just yet… There was still a highly dangerous man in the alley, a highly dangerous and apparently armed man…
The gun had come out of no-where…
His aim had been scary good…
Dean would probably joke about the armed crazy guy not being anything human, for the rest of his life… Because no human could draw a gun that fast, and hit? Could they?
There's nothing else he could be, Dean…
Right… He couldn't be anything else… Because that would be crazy…
Dean had his back pressed against the side wall of the dumpster, he had managed to crawl behind it after he had been shot. As far as he knew, he was the only one hit… One thing he did know, without a doubt, was that he would like to keep it that way…
He scanned the area near the squad car, he could see officer Riley's boots on the other side. That meant that Walter Riley would be squatting down behind their car… Which probably meant he was unharmed… Well… At least not dead.
Dean dared a look around the corner. He saw a white man, between 25 and 35, 5'7" if he had to guess. The man was weaving around with the revolver he tore out of from his jacket a minute earlier.
Dean sat back against the dumpster as his vision started greying, and tunneling. He knew he would pass out.
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Castiel Novak had just started his shift at the hospital when they got a call about a lot of incoming. He head rumors about a bomb, then about a mad man with a gun…
Either way… A lot of injured people would be rushed through the doors at the hospital, and he would probably have to put in extra hours, just to make the hospital go around…
He went to grab a cup of coffee in the cafeteria before it all started. It sure would become a hell of a rodeo today…
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"White male, 29 years, GSW to left thigh. Been in and out of consciousness on the way over here"
Castiel's eyes fell on the blue shirt with the NYPD emblem on.
"O.R. 2…"
"No, no… Nononono… I don't need surgery!"
Castiel hadn't even noticed that the young man on the stretcher was awake, before he spoke up. Truth be told, he hadn't looked at the man's face at all…
Stunning green eyes, filled with pain, locked on his. Perfect lips drawn tight in an attempt to keep from screaming… Even his voice was so beautiful it practically hurt!
If this was how police officers looked nowadays he really needed to go down to the station and see if any of them played for his team…
"Oh yeah, Mr. …Winchester. We need to stop that leg of yours from bleeding."
"Can't you just give me a shot of some kind of local anesthetic and stitch me up?"
Castiel shook his head, "No, we need to do this right. Give you the best treatment we can…"
"What if I'm all right with just being stitched up?"
"Mr. Winchester. Your leg is severely injured, we need to do more than 'just stitch it up' for it to heal properly…"
He could see the officer taking the words in over himself, as he fought against the pain.
Okay, saw someone wishing for a Cop!Dean Nurse!Cas fic… It might have become a Doc!Cas fic though…
Hope you liked it!