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Chapter 1.
It’s a quite night for a patrol Dean thinks to himself as he settles into his seat with his bag of warm but well-earned yummies in his lap. The sounds of cars passing, the breeze making Baby move slightly, hearing the ocean break against the sea wall are all soothing to him. Living in California has its perks Dean thinks to himself. Nive weather almost all year round, he can weat shorts (in the comfort of his own home pf course) and he gets to see Sammy almosy every day. Since Dean transfered from Lawrence police department his work load as definitely increased but the payoff is worth it in his book. It's only a couple times a week that Dean volunteers to take some graveyard shifts. People always need time off to go to family functions and Dean always needs the extra money that comes with the hours. Thank god Sammy asked to do a ride along tonight for his school paper or Dean would already be a sleep by now. Not that Sam is really helping at the moment Dean thinks and flicks a glance at this brother. With pulling extra shifts to help pay for Sam’s education Dean was feeling a little worn out but hey, what could he do about it? Dean’s not about to let Sam get buried in student debt just to finish school at Stanford. Just half a year left and then the bar exam and then Sammy will be free. He’s already had a few intern positions offered but hasn’t made a decision yet. A snore from the passenger side of his car pulls him from his thoughts. So much for the ride along. Sam is passed out with his head against the window, mouth open & a little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. If this was an anime he would have a snot bubble going in and out of his nose. He doesn’t look very comfortable but there’s nothing Dean can do about it right now and its’s not like Sam rides in the Impala very often anymore. Now that he has that weird hybrid, good for Mother Earth thingy that gets plugged into the garage at night. Dean couldn’t resist messing with his moose of a brother. It’s not often that his 6”4’ baby brother lets his guard down around Dean long enough to fall asleep. Something about childhood trauma of Dean pranking Sam whenever he fell asleep. Dean remembers nothing of these pranks Sam speaks of. Putting down the donut (He’s a cop okay and it’s like 2 am! Leave his comfort food alone.) on a napkin in the seat next to him Dean is about to wipe his powder sugar / sticky fingers all over Sammy’s face when his radio crackles to life. Sam jerks awake with a small shout as Dean laughs and reaches for his radio with his clean hand.
“Unit 27. Come in 27.”
“Unit 27 over.”
“Unit 27. We have a 211S in progress. Repeat 211S in progress. Address is 1790 South Free Will Blvd. Single perp. Large black truck out front. No plates given. Backup is in route.”
“211S in progress. 10/4. Over & out.”
Dean cranked up the Impala & put his light on the dashboard before pulling out of Heavenly Delights, the 24 hour donut shop they had been parked at. Tonight he was supposed to only be on traffic patrol but the address for the robbery given was literally his next door neighbor. As Dean tears out of the parking lot he knows he’ll get a text from Gabriel later asking why he left suddenly. Gabriel being the owner of Heavenly Delights and his neighbor currently being robbed and he knows he’ll see Gabe later tonight again. When Dean is on graveyard patrols he usually spends a couple hours at Heavenly Delights for donuts, coffee and good ole gossip but don’t tell anyone that or his macho reputation around the station would go down the shitter. Not really because have you seen Dean? Smoking hot according to Gabe so there’s that going for him. Short Sandy blonde hair, soulful green eyes and a splatter of freckles across his face and cheeks Dean has often teased about looking like an all American boy. Didn't help that at 6'1 he's got a nice body to match his face. Sam wipes the sleep from his eyes & fumbles to gather his books out of the way. Dean grabs his donut before it gets squished by his moose of a baby brother.
“What’s going on Dean? That’s not our house is it?” Sammy asks while shoving his laptop and books into his backpack. Pouting slightly because he fell asleep before he could see Gabe, Sam makes sure that everything of his is tucked away into his backpack and tucks his long brown hair behind his ears. He knows that whenever they get to where the robbery is Dean is going to kick him out quick fast & in a hurry so he doesn’t want to forget anything important in the Impala. Knowing Dean, if he found something of Sam’s that he needed for class Dean would just hold it hostage like he’s done with everything else of Sam’s. He loves his brother, Sam reminds himself. He really does.
“We’ve got a robbery in progress with a silent alarm Sammy. I’m going to need you to get into the house and stay there until I get you. Please. Suspect is unarmed as of now but you know that could change. And no, it’s my new neighbor’s house.” Dean shoots a slight glare at Sam. He knows the kid will listen but still. After all the years of taking care of Sam old habits die hard.
Sam rolls his eyes. Every time he does a ride along Dean give the same speech. Stay in the car Sam. Stay out of the way Sammy. Stay down Sammy. Don’t speak to anyone who isn’t Dean. Sam’s going to be a lawyer, he’s not stupid. He would never get in Dean’s way while he is on the job. Not like Sam doesn’t understand when his brother switches from being his asshole brother & into an asshole cop. Dean takes a hard right onto their street & sees the perp’s truck. Turning off the police light Dean parks in his driveway and shoves Sam toward the front door. Dean ducks inside with Sam to peak through his kitchen windows. The windows of his kitchen helped sell him on the little two story house. He was more of an apartment kind of guy but once he stepped foot in the kitchen he was gone. Huge bay windows that face the back & side yard let in a lot of natural light & will keep the lower level of the house nice and cool during spring and fall. But now they have an alternative use. Being used to spy the robber stumbling around Gabe’s bottom floor. The guy wasn’t using a flashlight to attract attention but he just so happened to get the police’s attention. Thank god Dean talked Gabe into installing a new silent alarm last week when he learned that Gabe’s brother was going to be moving in with him. There was something about the Gabe Novak that brought out Dean’s protective side. Maybe it’s because Gabe is so tiny compared to Dean. Or maybe it’s because Sam and Gabe have been dancing around each other for a couple months & Dean wants to make it easier for Sam to be happy. He’s not sure at the moment but when his usual partner Benny pulls into his driveway as well Dean puts his head back in the game. Upholstering his gun from his right hip, he waits for Benny to step into his house. With a silent nod to Sam, Dean & Benny split up. Dean in the back & Benny in the front. Trying to be as silent as possible Dean hops his low fence and lands in Gabe’s back yard. Turning the safety off of his gun, Dean slinked up the steps of Gabe’s patio deck to the back door. He knows that Gabe keeps his spare key under the potted plan to the left of the door. Slipping it out of its hiding place, Dean carefully unlocks the back door and stealthy slips into the dining room. Keeping the perp in his eyesight as the male (because that’s what all perps are to Dean at first) slowly sinks onto the couch in the living room and lays his head on the back with a sigh. Dean walks around Gabe’s dining table until he is free of obstacles and in line with the perp. Slowly counting to 10 Dean flicks on the living room light & and yells, “FREEZE!”
The perp’s head pops up and his eyes open. Dean sucks in a breath as a shiver rolls down his spine. The man’s eyes are so blue Dean swears that the ocean in his eyes. Fringed by dark lashes and slight laugh lines at the corner is all Dean is able to take in before all hell breaks loose.