Chapter 8: In his mind, all those 'maybe-s just pile up into a whole lot of body count.
Warning: Cursing, inappropriate language use.
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Castiel knows that Balthazaar was just trying to look out after him. Which Castiel would like to say he does not need but he appreciates it, albeit grudgingly.
He really need to finish this but if he wishes so he could stop here and had a late lunch. The deadline is not until 6 o'clocks.
Dean sighs and stares at the digital alarm clock on his desk, some fancy bullshit clock. He is more of a fan of ol' skool everything including a clock he would prefer the big round clock with all the number on his wall. Well, if Sam hears him now. He would give him one of his bitch face and told him that he needs to get into the 21st century like everyone else but he is not here so screw him and his bitch face. The fancy digital clock stares at him. Dean sighs since Sammy gave it to him when he gets his first job. Well. He guess, he did not hate it too much. Dean stares at the clock now, 2.40 pm. Dean brow furrow, that can't be right the clock must have broken because some time must have passed since he last glance at the clock. He pulls out his cell. The same number stares back at him on the screen. Seriously, is it him or time just move extremely slow today. He tries to go back to his case file and after 10 minutes he decided that it is a lost cause. He needs to take a break. He can't focus anyway and he won't get any work done at this rate. maybe he is hungry he hadn't eaten lunch yet.
Dean pulls the first drawer in his desk where he keeps important stuff, inside were his badge and keys. Dean snatches the keys, specifically impala's keys and at the last moment his badge too. Just in case. he got call in suddenly like that one time. Dean snickers. Right. More like every time and he rather not take any chances. In case, some idiot moron thought. Hey, it Tuesday. I'm going to go iced people without reason or 'hey i got nothing to do I'm gonna go rob a bank and held a lot of people hostage probably kill some just to pass the boredom'. Or it would just be his luck some psycho going to go and slaughtering innocent people rampage and dumping body left and right.
Then they will need to call him in because no one else wants the job. The more he thought about it the more depressing it got and in his mind all those 'maybe-s just pile up into a whole lot of body count.
God. He really needs to get a new job. He is counting imaginary pile of dead body in his head. That can't be healthy.
NOTE- To avoid confusion.
Conversation:
Dean: "Hey"
Jo: "Hey."
Dean press the intercom and waits for Jo to answer.
"Hey. Jo. Heading out to lunch. Wanna go with me".
"Hey, stud. You don't know how badly I wanted to but-"
"You can't," Dean finish the sentence for her knowing exactly how the conversation would go just by hearing the tone of her voice. They know each other for really a long time, in fact years.
"Hey, what's up?" Dean asks feeling concern because Jo's tone right now, wasn't one of the 'I am so swarmed with work. I have to starve myself, kind of voice'.
"It is... just crazy down here. You know. This guy. Well. He was resisting arrest and he pointed a gun at me and well Garth shoots him. You know. He shoots him on the leg and now this guy saying that he wanted to press charges. turn out that he has money and hiring some douche bag ass lawyer that said that he should sue us and ask for compensation money from the state for 'police brutality'.
"The fuck. That bullshit". Dean says back seething in anger just at hearing about this fuckery from Jo.
"Yeah. I agreed". Jo says sounding wronged.
"But what suck is, the fact that the bastard indeed could do that because Garth did not give a warning before he shoot the guy."
"I mean how ridiculously fucking stupid reasoning, is that". Dean sighs.
"Yeah, what the fuck does they expect us to do but shoot in that situation."
"Well, apparently they expect us to say something like this probably. Hey, I know that you are pointing a gun at my partner but please don't shoot until I gave you a warning first . Like, Put your gun down or I'll shoot. Meanwhile, if you just happen to pull the trigger before that. Well. It is my partners funeral".
"They can't do that".
"That what I was thinking too. But no, apparently according to the bastard lawyer. His client is surprise. He had no intention of firing. Are you bull-shiting me? I saw the look in his eye, Dean, when he points the gun at me. I was 100 percent positive that he had full intent of shooting me".
"That is the shit thing about the system. The rich use their money to twist the law in their favors".
"I wish all lawyer just fucking rot in hell."
It was dead silent for a while.
"Oh god. Sorry, Dean. I forgot about Sam. Well, I actually mean all the rotten lawyers. Not, not the good one. Added hastily. Like Sam, especially Sam." Dean snorts.
"Yeah, I got it already. I understand you". Dean says for good measure.
"Well, glad we clear that up". Jo voice came from the other side thick with sarcasm.
"I'm balls deep in trouble and I certainly don't need wrath of overprotective sibling rains on me".
"You don't have balls, Joanna-beth. Dean reminded her teasingly.
"Well, imaginary then. The fact is still remains the same, 'imaginary' balls deep in trouble"."Same as the fact still remains that Garth could be in trouble with the higher up. They call him this morning so we are meeting the higher up this afternoon."
A pause.
"Well, in more or less another half an hour". From her voice alone, Dean could tell that she sounded down.
"Don't worry. It is just protocol. I don't think Garth in serious trouble. The most they'll give him a warning or something. If it is true what you're telling me. they can't held Garth accounted for his action is justify and if the bastard did follow up with his threat and take this to court, the decision would side with both of you."
"Yeah. Hope so". She says sounding more confident and Dean is glad because she needs it to face the higher up.
"Sorry about lunch".
"It's fine". "Relax and told the story like you just did to me. Leave no details out". "The two of you, will be okay". Dean reassure her.
He hears Jo takes a deep breath and laughs nervously. "Ha- ha. It is time to face the music. Wish us luck".
The conversation ended.
Dean sighs. Right, it just me then.
What happen sucks a lot but he is not worried. Garth is going to get a slap on his wrist, that's all. Victor Henricksen might be a hard-ass but he looks out after his own people. To him their safety come first. And if anyone say otherwise, Henricksen will back them up to the end of earth.
Dean wonders if Cas is having lunch right now. Then, the idea suddenly came to him. Maybe, he should drop by at Castiel workplace and ask him to lunch. It is not weird at all, friends having lunch together. Absolutely, not weird, that he is driving almost 30 minutes away to had lunch with his friend without calling headfirst.
