Based off of this post. For Coffee. — 1.6k AU.
"Hey, Novak?" Chief Henrickson raps his knuckles on the door frame of Castiel’soffice and leans his weight against the open door.
Castiellooks up at him, eyes bleary. It’s just nearing 3am and he’s had nothing butpaperwork to do for the last several hours. It’s been a long, tedious night.
got a call. Apartment building on 9th and West had the fire alarm pulled. Isn’t
that your place?"
probably just some stoned asshat thinking they’re funny, but we gotta send
someone. You wanna check it out?"
stands, his muscles sore from being in the same position too long, and rolls
his shoulders and neck. “Yes,” he says, “I’ll go.”
nods. Castiel gathers his coat and keys, and heads for his squad car.
fire department is already on the premises when Castiel arrives. When he
doesn’t see any smoke or visible flames, he relaxes in his seat and pulls into
the nearest parking spot.
first person to meet him on the scene is Benny, one of the firefighters at the
neighboring station. His mouth is pulled into a grim line, and he shakes his
head when Castiel asks for details.
alarm, it looks like," Benny explains. "Some punk playing truth or
dare. Mills got here just before you did, she’s giving him a warning now."
nods, grateful it’s not something more. “What can I do?” He asks,
because he drove out here, he might as well help.
an eye on the tenants, will ya? A bunch of ‘em are still spooked."
scowls at Benny’s knowing smile. Of all the jobs he’d be more than happy to do,
‘keeping an eye on the tenants’ isn’t one of them. They’re going to be looking
for comfort, and Castiel has never been very good at that sort of thing. He’s
better suited for writing speeding tickets and attending to noise violations.
look at me like that, Novak. You asked, now be gone with you, brother."
sighs and heads off in the direction Benny shoves him.
group of tenants is small, and only a handful of them are worried. The rest are
frowning and yawning, shuffling on their feet, and grumbling about the cold.
Castiel assures them they’ll be allowed back inside soon as he makes his way
through the crowd.
his eyes land on the naked back of a man in nothing but a pair of navy blue
boxer briefs, Castiel frowns. He reaches out a hand and lets it rest gently on the
man’s shoulder, “Sir.”
the man turns around, Castiel finds himself blinking at his green-eyed, freckle
faced next door neighbor, the one he’s harbored a small crush on since the man
moved in six weeks ago. They’ve never actually spoken to one another, but
they’ve passed in the hall a few times, and he’s always been met with a wide
smile and a wink that makes it difficult for Castiel to breathe.
stomach twists itself into a squirming, messy knot.