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The name Castiel Novak has a reputation.
This name is known around backstreets and alleyways. In sketchy convenience stores and bars. Around tattoo parlors and prison. In and out of mouths and ears. Even the occasional high school pothead knows not to mess with him. Anyone who is involved in his type of business knows the name Castiel Novak.
The actual being who belongs to that name isn't as intimidating as the rumors hold. He isn't as murderous as the word on the street says. He isn't the shoot-first-ask-questions-later kind of guy people think he is. Castiel Novak actually just got mixed up with the wrong kind of people but you'll never hear him deny the rumors, no, he likes that whole demeanor that his name creates. He just knows not to fuck up the rules. The rules his so-called friends created, the rules he created, the rules that must be followed at all costs, or else someone might end up dead and Castiel doesn't want that to be him. So he lets the stupid druggies believe what they hear - hell, sometimes he's so fucked up he starts to believe it himself.
The name Dean Winchester also has a reputation.
This name is mostly known around the stations and the bosses. Around criminals and convicts. The name is familiar with the mouths of cops and their fellow colleagues.
The reputation with the name Dean Winchester is pretty much lived up to by the man who owns it. Dean Winchester is a pretty decent guy, he’s loyal and smart. He’s hard and quick. He’s also a bit of a softie around those whom he loves. Dean is pretty okay with the way his life is right now. He just received a promotion in his station, he is now the chief of police. Dean has been dating his girlfriend, Lisa, for 2 years now (she is waiting for him to propose, he is just taking his sweet time with this whole commitment part). His brother, Sammy, is now a full-on big-time lawyer with a baby girl on the way with his wife Jessica. But even with all the good in his life, he isn’t fully happy. He wants more, he wants a little edge to his square little apple pie life. He just doesn't know where to look, or where to go.