This next chapter is written in Castiel's POV, also we get to learn more about Cas's background!
Also a disclaimer that I know nothing about police work and everything written was taken from what I know of police from Dexter and Psych so if anything is wrong or needs correcting please tell me because I don't actually know how police station's run.
I left Dean and Sam alone in my house, and I was on my way to jail their father in an attempt to keep them, what, safe?
Dean was a legal adult, and he could very well lose his job, and education because of truancy.
Unless he decided to drop out. Which, I could see him leaning toward already.
But what about Sam? Could he really adopt him after practically kidnapping him?
And what if John pressed charges against Dean?
These questions, along with at least a dozen others flashed across the peripheral of my conscience as I drove to the police station.
"Morning Castiel." Greeted a comely young woman known as Charlie Bradbury, she was a good friend of mine, and perhaps the only person besides myself (and maybe now Dean) that I could relate to.
"Hey Charlie." I said, treating myself to a mug of cheap coffee provided by the Township. I added three cream, and three sugars. Charlie watched with amused scrutiny and a slight wince growing on her upper lip.
"Don't say it." I smiled faintly, as she almost always made a good-natured remark about either a) that was going to be the death of me or b) how I look so much more like the coffee-black type.
But instead she just shook her head and tightened her lips together, a promise to not saying a word.
"So, how about those missing boys..?" I asked after a few seconds of stirring my tepid beverage. She let out a muffled sound, making me look up from the swirling contents of the chipped porcelain mug.
She held a hair scrunchy between her teeth as she pulled her vibrant red locks into a tight bun. She knotted the tie and spoke, "I heard that their dad's a real psycho." She twirled her finger around in a circle parallel her temple, to demonstrate.
"Yes but…what about the kids?" I asked rather anxiously.
She raised a brow, but then realization flushed over her face and she almost looked s if she wanted to apologize, but decided against it.
She thought it was personal for me because of my past.
Good.
I felt guilty for lying, but I couldn't tell her yet. Possibly not even at all, I should at least concur with Dean first.
"Nobody's seen anything," She concluded, shuffling a stack of papers in a manila envelope and placing them in a small aluminum basket on her desk.
"Right." I nodded, taking a sip of the coffee.
"You find anything at that motel?" She asked, although she knew the answer, well, the fake one I was going to give her anyway.
My gut twisted with remorse as I answered a terse, "Nothing."
She nodded slowly and turned back to her paperwork.
I clocked myself in and went to my small desk where I would fill out a faux police report about my investigation at the motel.
After I had finished, I placed it in Gabriel's, our Lieutenant's, mailbox. He would go over it and give it to the Captain, Michael. They were all rather tolerable, Although sometimes I wondered how Gabriel had managed to even make the force let alone Lieutenant.
Michael could be a bit overbearing but he was just doing his job. It was Crowley I worried about. He was the Chief of Police, and though I'd only met with him personally a handful of times, I knew exactly why he got the job.
He looked at you like you were dirt between his toes, and he spoke to you like you were even worse.
He had chocolate brown hair and a fair amount of stubble to match. He was portly, however, not hardly unattractive. He had a heavy Scottish accent and the most impeccable black suits with his ties being the only piece of clothing that seemed to change. It wasn't like he was the king of hell, but he wasn't exactly a peach.
He wanted things to get done and get done right. But from what I'd been told, he had a soft spot for me, considering my background he still insisted on accepting me. He said I had 'spunk.' And he grinned. He may have sniffed me too, I can't be sure.
But I wouldn't, and didn't let it bother me. He was pleasant enough for the short amount of time we spent together over the years.
I sat back at my desk, my eyes wandering toward the now empty desk cross from me. Our Sergeant, Zachariah, had recently retired. I sighed, thankful he was finally gone.
He was a total prick. Always bossing me around and flirting with Charlie like some perverted creep.Good riddance. I thought.
Besides Charlie and me, there were three other Patrol Officers.
There was Chuck, a generally nice, yet jumpy writer-type who tended to keep to himself.
Next there was Balthazar, the kinky European mutt who has more sexual innuendos than motivation to work.
And finally we have our rookie Samandriel. He was timid but sweet.
I remembered suddenly Gabriel's request to personally deliver reports to him. I stood and retrieved the folder, and walked briskly over to the up-scaled cubicle Gabe had the pleasure of occupying.
He was sitting back in his chair, feet on the desk, a doughnut crammed in his mouth.
"Eyh lih' bo." He muffled and I blinked my lack of recognition.
He chewed and swallowed before he spoke again.
"Hey lil bro!" He repeated.
Oh right, I forgot to mention the fact that I was related to everyone in the station besides Chuck, Charlie, and Crowley.
Michael, Gabriel, Balthazar and Samandriel were my brothers. In that order. Me being after Gabe but before Balthazar.
We had two sisters, Naomi was the oldest, and Ana was older than me but younger than Gabe.
Zachariah was our uncle, who married a dark-skinned woman and had two boys, Raphael and the younger Uriel. We all loathed that side of the family in general.
Our parents are Amelia and James Novak. They're devout Christians who named all their children after angels. It runs in the family, considering our cousins.
Although we all look a bit different, Michael and I get our hair from our dad. But everyone says I look just like dad, especially when he was my age.
That always hurt.
Samandriel and Gabe had blonde hair when they were younger, like mom, but it faded to a mellow brown when they got older. And both Nomi and Ana liked to dye their naturally brown hair red tones.
Mom would have thought it rash, but she wasn't around anymore to vocalize it.
Neither was my father.
He disappeared when I was only eleven, which I think is what pushed us all to become cops. Because we didn't want anyone else to go through what we did.
We wanted to help people.
Mom remarried when I was fifteen. His name was Metatron. He was also named after an angel, but I think a more fitting name for him would have been Lucifer.
He was a disgusting pig of a man who stole from me things I'll never forget nor forgive.
He loomed over my family like a black cloud and I hated him for it.
He died the night of my eighteenth birthday when he tried to abuse me.
It was ruled self-defense.
But I found he had already beaten my mother so badly she didn't live long enough for them to even begin to try to revive her. She expired in my arms and I can remember the look in her eyes as she said...
"Hey…Cassie?" Gabriel's voice brought me back, and by the look he gave me, my face was pale and I accutely aware of the sweat on my brow.
"Hi..sorry." I coughed to cover up my momentary...or however long, black out.
"Yeah." He said, taking another bite of his doughnut.
"Gabe?" I asked deliberately, trying not to pester him.
"I already told you, bro, your chances are good if you quit pestering me." He sighed, flipping through the report almost idly.
"Got anything you'd like me to do..?" I trailed off.
He rolled his eyes and just as he was about to answer the phone rang.
He answered it, and nodded slowly. "Yes, thanks Becky."
It sounded as if the dispatch girl was going to continue but he hung up before she could even try.
He raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Sounds like we got some drunken assholes left over from last night."
"What's going on?" I asked, glad to get my mind away from my family and the runaways in my home.
"Sounds like two older men stinkin' up the place down by Rufus's Pub. Said they'd been there since four and he can't take it anymore." Gabe jerked toward Charlie and winked. "You two go check it out, yes?"
"Gabe," I sighed.
"I know she's gay but that's just cause she's never boned my little brother!" He said almost-too-loud.
I gritted my teeth and he rolled his eyes "Whatever man, just trying to get you laid."
"Yes and a lesbian is definitely going to work out." I pulled my coat on and grabbed my keys.
"Better than another man." He said quietly under his wasn't a jibe at who I was, or what I preferred, he was rather accepting when I came out, as were most of my family, we had to stick together for the most part. But his remark was more of an excuse to lash out at me. And whenever he did this he dug deep.
I whirled around so fast my coat had trouble keeping up, my fists balled into his collar and I watched fear cross those whiskey-colored eyes for just a second.
"What did you fucking say?" I snarled into his face, spitting the words with malicious intent.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, fear gone and replaced with a mild fright. He took it too far and he knew it.
"You're a fucking dick." I growled, shoving him backward before stalking off to the door, Charlie, who had evidently been listening this whole time, followed me like a scolded puppy.
"Castiel..I'm so-" He called after me, but I didn't want to hear it.
I stepped through the door, and made my way into the car, Charlie hesitated before climbing in next to me.
"Do you w-"
"Just stop." I hissed. She did, and I hated myself for being so harsh. "Shit, Charlie it's not.."
"No..It's okay." She placed hand on my shoulder.
"Did you hear any of.." I trailed off, she smiled brokenly.
"I heard enough."
I nodded and she reached over, hugging me timidly.
"You wanna go roust some scumbags?" She asked rather cheerily considering the context.
"Hell yes." I said, feeling better knowing I'd be ridding the community of some jerks, and when I returned I could blackmail Gabe into letting me charge John Winchester, despite his missing children, he was still a nuisance and he needed to be put away.