I'm so sorry everyone for the late update. It was really difficult for me to write this chapter on account of me having no idea how law enforcement works. Please forgive my inaccuracy.
I didn't bother to turn the siren on, there wasn't really any point of it, It wasn't exactly an emergency, but it never hurt to turn on the lights.
Charlie and I sat in a dry silence for the trip to Rufus's. I was still hurt by my brother's bigotry, even though that isn't like him at all, and for some reason I could tell he actually was sorry, for once.
We pulled up to Rufus's bar, I parallel parked next to a beautiful looking classic car. It was glimmering black, the chrome was somewhat rusted, but it gave her character.
I was never much of a car guy, but damn was there something about that one.
As Charlie was getting out, I turned off the ignition, and nearly screamed at her to get back in.
Instead of making a scene I lashed out and grabbed her arm, jerking her so harshly back into the car, she bumped her head and nearly punched me.
Her eyes were wide with absolute disbelief at my behavior, and she looked like she was literally going to kill me.
"Charlie." I harshly whispered, suddenly realizing the connection I had with the vehicle, and the driver.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" She hissed back.
"That's him." I responded. She rolled her eyes and looked in the direction I pointed.
There on the porch, sat John Winchester.
She let out a small gasp of realization.
"What does it matter if he recognizes you?" She assumed that's why I was being so antsy.
"No, Charlie!" I called to her as she tried to leave the car again, this time pulling her entirely back into the front seat, and leaning forward to slam the door behind her.
She gave me those wide, hyper-judgemental eyes again.
She didn't even have to say the words this time. Her eyes said enough of 'What the fuck.'
"Look, okay I gotta tell you something."
"Is this really the time?" She groaned, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yes!" I barked.
"I found them." I said after a few moments silence.
Charlie's head snapped toward me, her face crooked in confusion. "Who?"
"The kids… his kids." She sat up, her face visibly lightened.
"That's great! Where?" She then looked to see if they were seated next to John. As if I'd just made the discovery.
"No, Charlie…" I held her bicep in my hand. She looked at me, eyebrows furrowed in unspoken question.
"They…they're… At my house…"
She recoiled, not as if I'd hit her, but as if she just noticed a nasty looking bug and was slowly backing away.
"Let me…let me explain." I blurted, and did just that, to my best ability.
"I found them at the motel, right?"
She nodded, numbly.
"And so, I…I found out that he abused them…John…he beats his oldest son, Dean. And Dean is…he's just…he reminds me so much of myself…he…I had to get them out of there and I….Oh god Charlie I don't know if I'm doing the right thing anymore but I can't see them go back to that motherfucker."
"So…they're at your house?" I nodded.
"Wait, how do you know this Dean kid isn't just playing you? You know using the rumors against you, making you feel bad, and right now they're robbing you of all your doilies and dvds."
"I saw…his…he's got knife wounds for fucks sake.. bruises and chunks of skin missing…In the worst spots too. He stabbed him in his thigh. Right near his fucking femoral artery…Charlie he could've died."
But Charlie didn't look the least bit concerned, instead, a giant smirk graced her sunshine face.
"What?" I nearly yelled.
"How in the world do you know all this, Castiel?" She teased and suddenly I realized the fault in my story telling. The part where Dean sat half nude on my floor and we kind of made out.
"Ch-charlie…I-it's my job!" I quickly tried to hide the blush in my cheeks, and the feeling in my gut at the memory of that kiss.
"O my god, Cassie pants!" She was giggling now. "You're boning the Winchester kid!"
"I am NOT!" I argued, because, that much was true, not that it didn't mean I thought about it as he rest his beautiful face right near my d-.
"You liar." Charlie teased, having gently shoved my shoulder, but I had been so distracted, I actually jerked forward, honking the horn and making Mr. Winchester himself jerk up from his drunken half-sleep and shout at us. I'm not sure what he said but it wasn't appropriate for the 8 year old twin sisters walking to the bus stop.
"Fuck." I muttered. I turned to Charlie, who was looking like she wanted to apologize, but was still grinning like an idiot.
"Look…I…I was going to charge him for a third DUI offense…put him in for a little jail time, just to get Dean and Sam out of here…"
"Yes.."
"So…I… I'm gonna need you to stay here."
"What?" She snapped. "Are you crazy?"
"Probably." I called as I slammed the door and trotted up the sidewalk to the bar.
"Fukin' gomar kindl." The drunken Winchester slurred at me.
I don't know what that meant, but whatever he was trying to say, wouldn't really have affected me likewise.
"Excuse me, sir?" I said, crouching down next to him.
"Huh?" He said, swinging his heavy head to glare at me.
"Look, now I don't want to cause any trouble…" I then took a glance at Charlie, who was internally caught between getting out of the car, and getting out of the car and strangling me.
Because at this point she realized when I'd shut the door on her earlier, I'd set the childproof lock. She couldn't get out, even though she wanted to. And she was going to kill me.
I stared back at the piece of shit excuse of a father beneath me.
The stench of whiskey on him, the grease in his hair and the dirt all over himself and his torn clothes.
"but you need to get your fat fucking ass off the fucking curb." I snarled, and it took him a minute to register I'd just insulted him.
When it did he spat in my face and tried to punch me.
I swerved out of his arm length with ease, considering he moved at turtle speed anyway.
"Put your hands behind your back you piece of horseshit." I snarled. "You are under arrest for public drunkenness." And I was hoping to hell he'd do something more for me to feel more comfortable charging him with assault of an officer.
"In't fuckin doin nuton azz bot." He answered. I snorted. What in the hell was he trying to say? Ass hole? The fuck is an ass..butt?
He garbled another skewed profanity, throwing another punch. I caught his fist, as his other came around and stabbed me in the side.
Good. Keep fighting, you bastard.
I wasn't bothered by his blow, but instead it only fueled me further, slipping out my handcuffs and roughly cranking them onto his fat wrists.
He continued to shout and kick in realization that he was being fucking arrested.
I forced him to stand, holding his cuffed wrists and left shoulder as I steadied him.
He might have been drunk, but he threw his weight around like an enraged bull.
I grunted and forced him against our car, Charlie watching in horror all the while.
He rambled on, struggling and shifting as I attempted to give him a pat down search. I felt a lump in his back pocket, it was probably only his keys, but you could never be too sure.
I reached down and he snarled as I reached into his pocket, fishing out a pair of car keys, and what looked to be a switchblade.
I grinned, showing the prize to Charlie, who was absolutely fuming.
"This regulation size, Mr. Winchester?" I asked, stuffing it into my pocket for later inspection.
The keys, I placed in my breast pocket.
"Duck your head." I ordered, opening the back door and shoving him into the car.
As I reached down to tuck his head, he punched his skull forward, knocking into my nose.
I winced as that dull throbbing, broken feeling set into my nose almost immediately.
He tried to get up then, to run, I'm guessing. But I grabbed his shoulder, and shoved him back into the seat, slamming the door in his disgusting face.
I wiped my face, finding blood dripping from my nose.
I climbed into the front, Charlie grabbing my hand and squeezing it, not for reassurance, instead to say, "If he didn't break your nose, I'm going to."
"You can add assault of an officer to your charges, Mr. Winchester." I said, glancing at his malice-filled face in the rearview mirror.
He muttered something unintelligible.
I just smiled at him.
Got you now, assbutt.