The man in front of Officer Castiel Novak was drunk. Castiel was used to getting drunks come into his station, spitting curses, writhing in the hands of his colleagues and placing punches on the officers that let their flailing hands go.
But Castiel was dealing with a new drunk.
"No need for an X-ray, Officer." Slurred the man. He had happily walked out of the bar where he and another man called Crowley (who was the other kind of drunk, Castiel could see Officer Milton struggling with him. However, he was certain that she would handle him efficiently.) had been having a bar brawl over who owned something or the other.
Castiel couldn't really see how the man in front of him could be in a fight like the one a worried man called... Chuck? Had called in on. He had forest-green eyes and big lips. If he didn't had a nosebleed and blood on his knuckles from where Crowley had evidently suffered a few hits, he would look innocent.
Ah, apart from that.
"I'll strip right here." the man grinded his hips back into Castiel's, causing him to flush and almost drop the tawny-haired man's hands.
Castiel saw Milton give him a smirk, out of the corner of his eye. He gave her a scathing look back, ignoring how she raised her eyebrows even higher at his red cheeks.
"I'll get you, Dean!" Crowley roared and knocked Milton back, face ruddy with exertion and beer. In three seconds, Milton had him pinned to the car, arm behind his back and handcuffs locked on his wrists.
"Please, sir," Castiel gave a single look over at Milton, before directing his words at the man rubbing his hips against Castiel's crotch, "Cease and desist all grinding"
That was definitely a laugh coming from Officer Milton. And definitely someone who would be getting their own coffee when they got back to the station.
The next day, as Castiel opened the cell door for Dean Winchester, as he had later identified himself, Dean winked and waved as he walked past Castiel and towards the massive broad-shouldered man who had showed up ten minutes before to bail him out.
(And Castiel did not blush. At all.)
Later, when one of the cleaning staff had cleared up Dean's cell, a piece of paper had been dropped on his desk, as he was eating a pot of SuperNoodle by Milton, who said that the cleaning lady had found it on the bed.
Castiel opened it up to find a spider scrawl of 'Dean Winchester' followed by a number and a another paragraph of writing consisting of 'If you want, we could continue last night's activities? ;)'
Officer Milton laughed as he shooed her away from his desk, scrabbling in his pockets for his phone.
Okay, the story that I have been doing for the past month is still going, I just wrote this because Christmas yay. Now to initiate my process of having a shit sleeping schedule, and panicking about it the morning of school at one am, hunched over my laptop.
I mean c'mon, its going to happen, you know it.
Have a great day kids, and I'll update the high school thing in the next few days. Promise.
Fez.
