#also if anyone hurts deacon and luca i will throw hands

[solesommerso]

☆-September Project 28-☆

day 28~ panic

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victor tan x jim street

hurt/comfort

warnings: mentions of crime scenes, anxiety

a/n: this is from a wip I haven’t touched in so long and I can’t tell if I hate or love it

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Don't be such a cry baby, you're in swat, shouldn't you be use to this shit!" The detective snaps in Tans face as he stands looking at a woman's disfigured body on the pavement, Victor has panic strike in his chest at the cops tone and he stumbles a step backwards.

"Don't talk to him like that!" Tans shocked to see Street step directly in front of his as Tan reaches a hand to wipe his face.

"It's unprofessional to cry at a crime scene, this isn't rookie days." The taller man grunts with his arms crossing over his chest.

"That doesn't mean anything, this is a horrible situation and people are allowed to feel things about it. Not everyone's a heartless monster like you." Tan looks to see the rest of the team standing cautiously around them as Streets chest puffs out.

"Also this is our crime scene now so you shouldn't even be here. You are no longer a part of this investigation and can leave." Streets tone falls formal as Hondo lets a small smile slip onto his face that he's quick to cover up.

"Why- I - fine. Don't come crawling to me when you need help though." The guy huffs.

"I'd never dream of working with someone so cold." The detective is scurrying away from the scene and Street turns around quickly.

"Are you okay?" Streets voice is so much softer than Tans ever heard that he's actually taken back- what takes him back more is the careful hands that are cradling his face. Street brushes the tears away with a furrow of worry on his forehead.

"Come on, they can wrap up without us, you should sit." Street’s urging Victor over to the back door Black Betty without even sparing a glance to Hondo or anyone else, just tugging on Tans shirt to keep him pressed to Streets side.

"That guy is wrong, it's okay to have feelings and especially when it's about something so gross. Never let them get to your head." Tan almost feels like a little kid as he sits on the tailgate of Black Betty and waits for Street to return from the inside that he's digging around.

"Eat and drink." He appears with a water bottle and small bag of freeze dried apples that are Tans favorite. Victor knows Street doesn't like them so he wonders a bit why he even has them.

"I need you to tell me you understand, nothing that man said was okay." Tan turns to look at Streets serious face when Street places a hand on his shoulder.

"I understand. And thank you, for defending me and the food." Street just smiles.

"Always. I'm gonna go check something with some of the patrol cops but I'll be back, don't go anywhere." Tans more than shocked when Street leans and kisses Tans forehead before bouncing away to the crime scene.

"Y'all saw that right?" The team approaches with a very confused nod.

"Definitely saw that. Huh. Don't think I've ever seen the kid that vulnerable." Hondo scratches at the back of his head while the team nods along.

"And he gave you snacks- I've never gotten snacks." Luca complains and Tan looks down to the un-opened bottle and small bag.

"He doesn't even like these, I'm the only one that does." Tan laughs a small bit at the apple bag as he turns it over in his hand a few times.

"Okay the patrol people got nothing from knocking on peoples door and- didn't I tell you to eat and drink?" Street completely stops the ramble he was preparing to give Hondo and instead takes the water bottle to crack it open and peel the bag open then hand it back to Tan.

"Street-." Tan goes to protest that he isn't hungry but Streets brow quirks up a moment so he just places a piece of apple in his mouth.

"Why does Tan get snacks but not us?" Luca groans and Street just climbs into the back of the truck.

He throws Chris a pack of Oreos, Hondo MnM's, Luca cheez It's and Deacon a honey bun. All with a bottle of water.

"Snacks for you all but Tan especially because he needs it more." Street sits himself next to Tan while bumping his shoulder to make Tan put more food in his mouth.

"Why do you have these? Where do you even keep these?" Chris marvels at the pack of cookies.

"I have them because you guys might get hungry and I don't want you to not have food. I keep them in my backpack which is usually in my locker but I forgot to take it off when we got into the truck so- snacks." Street smiles up at the teams now soft faces.

"You don't need to do that Street, we all eat on shift." Street shrugs to Deacon.

"Yeah but you're family so I want you to be well fed." Streets too busy opening his own bottle of water to notice the wide eyed looks the teams sharing. Family, that's the first time Street has actually said that.

"You're sweet." Victor can't even catch himself before saying it.

"Wha- wow- no way- no- I'm not sweet- I don't do sweet-." Street tries to defend himself but all the team starts to chuckle a little bit.

"You kissed Tans forehead." Chris points out and Street gaps at her.

"That means nothing!" Chris shakes her head with a laugh.

"Yeah okay Street. Totally hardcore forehead kisses." Streets mouth falls open at Lucas bright red face.

"I am hardcore asshole even if I give forehand kisses!" Tan stifles back his grin at how offended Street sounds.

"Sure Street, sure.” Victor leans to return the forehead kiss, only chuckling when Streets cheeks turn rosy red.

[alidravana]

Heat Rising (Ch.2 of 6)

Rating: M

Word Count: 2,171

Fandom:  9-1-1 / S.W.A.T 2017 (TV)

Pairing: Evan ‘Buck” Buckley/Jim Street

Summary: AKA 5 + 1 Ways that the 20-David Squad Found Out that Jim was Dating a Firefighter and the One Time He Wasn’t

Heat Rising can also be read on A03 as well.

*****

Buck sent another concerned look in Jim's direction, as his boyfriend glanced down at his cell and rapidly typed out another response, sighing as he tucked his phone back into his jeans.  

Buck had suggested that they go out for ice cream and a stroll along the beach since it had been a gorgeous day and because he thought it sounded like a really romantic idea.  But Jim had been distant the entire time, heavily distracted by his phone, and barely contributing to their conversation.  Buck had tried to take his hand twice and he didn't even notice, and that hurt more than he would like to admit.

"Is everything okay, Jim?" Buck asked tentatively.  He was trying to not get ahead of himself, knowing that it could be work issues, but still couldn’t help but feel a twinge of worry, that it was the start of Jim leaving.  But he wanted to give Jim a chance to explain.  Buck tossed his half eaten ice cream into the garbage, not feeling like his stomach could handle eating anything else.  He wrapped his arms around himself, shifting his weight uneasily, while he waited for Jim’s answer.

"What?" Jim said distractedly, confused at Buck's question.  Looking up from his own dripping cone, he glanced over at Buck, picking up on his boyfriend’s distress as soon as he saw him.   "Oh crap," he said, thinking back to how their date had been going so far.  Tossing his cone in the garbage, Jim shrugged off his leather jacket to throw it around his boyfriend's broad shoulders.  He then grabbed Buck's hand and pulled him over to a nearby bench. 

"I'm sorry Buck, I've been an awful date," Jim replied, as his phone pinged again with another notification.

"Is it work?" Buck asked, waving his free hand in the direction of his phone. 

"Kind of," Jim replied honestly.  "Now, this might sound ridiculous, but every year SWAT has a paintball tournament.  And it's a pretty big deal." He explained, rolling his eyes over the trash talk that was currently going on at HQ.  "Since Luca is still in Germany, Hondo put me in charge of our team, but now Deacon can't make it and team leads are running their own team.  I'm down two members and I can't find anyone to fill in."  Jim pulled out his phone to read his latest message, shaking his head.  "And all these messages that are coming in are officers saying they can't help us out."

Buck nodded in understanding, knowing how competitive the LAPD can be.  Reaching an arm around Jim, Buck pulled his boyfriend in closer.  "Next time, just tell me, okay?  I'd rather listen to you complaining than be worried about what is going on." Buck said honestly.  He loved learning more about the man he loved, even if it involved complaining about his teammates.

Jim let out a sigh, snuggling into his boyfriend's warmth.  "Thanks babe," Jim said, allowing himself to relax in Buck's arms.  "I'll make it up to you," he promised, thinking of all the ways he knew how to put a smile on Buck's face.  

The two of them sat in silence for a while, enjoying each others’ presence and the beautiful weather.  Then Buck turned towards Jim, unable to wait any longer.  "Your place or mine?" he asked, and Jim knew that he had been forgiven.

XXXXX

Jim’s phone rang and he was tempted to ignore it, tired off all the rejections that he had been receiving for the last couple of days.  Squinting down at the caller id and realizing that it was Buck, he promptly clicked on the answer call button.  “Hey babe, what’s up?” Jim said freely into the phone, being the only one in the kitchen at the moment.

“Hey, are you still looking for two members for your paintball tournament?” Buck asked, jumping right to the heart of the matter, since both him and Jim were still at work and you never knew when a call would come in.

“Yeah, at this point I think we might have to pull out,” Jim said, frustrated at not being able to compete.  The tournament was this evening and no one had stepped forward for their team yet.

“Well, what do you think about Eddie and I helping you guys out?  I know we’re not SWAT, but I completed SEAL training and Eddie was in the army, so we have some experience,” Buck suggested, having spoken to Eddie about it earlier on in the day.

Jim mulled Buck’s suggestion over.  He felt that Hondo would be really disappointed if 20-David didn’t even put in an appearance, but also didn’t want to be mercilessly teased if they lost horribly either.  Crossing his fingers that Buck and Eddie had more skills than what he was picturing in his head, he replied in the affirmative.  “Let’s give it a shot,” Jim said, hoping that he wasn’t going to regret this decision.  “See you here at six?  You might have to ring for me at the front.”  Buck hadn’t visited him yet at work, as Jim was still mostly in the closet at work.

“Awesome!” Buck replied eagerly, looking forward to helping out his partner.  “I gotta head out now, love you,” Buck said, hanging up quickly as a call in the background came in for 118 for a medical request.  Hoping into the truck, he nodded at Eddie.  “We’re on for paintball,” he said, grinning when Eddie reached over for a fist bump.

XXXXX

As the clock slowly approached 6PM, Buck and Eddie slid out in a hurry to head over to the SWAT headquarters.  Buck was starting to feel nervous about his idea, worried about his own ability to keep up with Jim and his team, and concerned about somehow saying something wrong and accidentally outing Jim.  The drive was over quicker than he had expected, and Buck could tell that Eddie was waiting for him to decide when to go in.  

“So you haven’t been here yet?” Eddie questioned Buck, picking up on his nervousness.

Buck shook his head.  “Jim still isn’t out yet at work,” he commented, glancing over at Eddie to make sure he understood the implications.

“But you’ve met some of his team, right?” Eddie asked, concerned about Buck.

“Just Chris so far.  She’s great, I think you will like her,” Buck said with a grin, remembering how Jim had told him that Christopher thought it was awesome that his best friend and Buck’s best friend had the same name.  “We should probably head in,” Buck said, reaching into the back to grab his duffle bag and reluctantly opening the door.  “Let’s show them that firefighters can kick some butt too,” he added with a grin.

As Jim had cautioned, there was some confusion why there were two firefighters at the front desk looking for the SWAT paintball tournament.  But Jim quickly arrived at the front with a gentle smile for Buck and a hand shake for Eddie.  ‘Thanks man,” Jim said, clasping Eddie’s hand.  “Glad you and Buck could make it.  Let’s go get you two geared up.”

XXXXX

“Damn, you two clean up pretty well,” Chris said, glancing up and down the two firefighters.  Everyone was wearing plain SWAT t-shirts with their team names across the back, along with some basic body protection.  She passed a paintball gun to Eddie and then to Buck.  Everyone also had thigh holsters, with a small side arm, similar to what they would normally wear in the field.  Chris exchanged a look with Jim, she could tell that he was affected by seeing Buck in similar gear as well; just something about those thigh holsters that upped sex appeal.

“Hey, who are these guys?” Tan asked, racing into the room.  He hadn’t expected Street to actually be able to put a team together, so he had made plans with Bonnie only to have to come racing back into work.  He had made it just in time, motioning for Street to help him clip the last couple of buckles.  

Chris glanced over at Jim and sensing that he wasn’t sure what to say, decided she would go ahead with the introductions.  “This is Eddie and Buck,” Chris said, pointing each man out, Buck giving a small wave, and then introducing Tan.  “They’re firefighters but they swear they know the end of a gun from the trigger,” she added with a small laugh, patting Eddie on the shoulder.  

Eddie nodded, grinning at Chris’s teasing as well.  “I think two tours in Afghanistan helped out as well,” Eddie quipped, looking at Buck and rolling his eyes in response.  

Tan glanced back and forth at the men, completely confused at how they ended up with two firefighters on their team.  Shrugging, he headed out after Chris, just hoping that they wouldn’t end in last place.

XXXXX

“Cheers!” Jim said, after the waitress had returned with another round of beers, and everyone clinked their beer mugs.  That had turned out much better than he thought it would.  They managed to come second for sharpshooting and came in fourth overall.  Considering two of their team had never ran with them before, that was pretty amazing.  

They were all crammed into a small booth near the back of the bar, Tan having invited Bonnie along in the celebrations.  Jim gave a little sideways look at Chris, as she and Eddie seemed to be sitting rather close together, but then just shrugged. His own shoulder was brushing against his boyfriend's, so he wasn't going to say anything. 

“Okay, okay, I have to know,” Tan said, after gulping down more beer, Bonnie’s hand in his.  “Now Eddie, I understand, but Buck - Buck where did you learn to shoot like that?”

Buck blushed, slightly embarrassed at the attention.  “After high school, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do, so I travelled and did a bunch of odd jobs.  I tried out for SEAL training since you didn’t have to enlist, and made it through,” Buck explained with a small shrug.  “I didn’t stick with it though, it didn’t feel like a good fit for me.”

Bonnie was nodding along, listening attentively.  “So, how do you guys all know each other?” She asked, motioning to the group, knowing that Tan was curious about this as well.  She could tell by the way the other four were conversing that they were relatively known to each other.

Buck smiled, starting to tell her about the community centre that him and Jim volunteered at together when he was interrupted by Jim.  

“Buck’s my boyfriend."  

Jim had hesitated at first, not sure if he was fully ready for this step. It had been one thing to tell Chris, after all they were fellow bi-disasters.  But generally, people seem to be more accepting of bisexual women, not so much men.  And then there's the whole super masculinity of their profession that factored in as well.  But the more he thought about it, the more he knew he was ready.  So not even thinking about how he was going to say it or when, Jim just interrupted Buck mid-sentence and blurted out that Buck was his boyfriend.  And now everyone was staring at him awkwardly, while he turned as bright as a tomato, shocked at his own bluntness.

But then Buck placed his arm around Jim's shoulders, and Jim was at the receiving end of not just Buck's gorgeous grin, but matching ones on Chris, Bonnie and Eddie, and everything seemed alright again.  Tan had choked slightly on his beer, not expecting Jim to say that at all, but once he stopped coughing, he motioned for the waitress to bring a round of shots.

"To Street, may we never have to hear about your online dating disasters again!" Tan toasted with a grin, clapping Jim on the back and shaking Buck's hand.  The rest of the group followed suit, with Jim shaking his head in exasperation.  

"Okay, so I've shared my fair share of embarrassing dates -" Buck started to say when Tan interrupted him.

"Has he told you about the pool incident-"

"I didn't know she was married!" Jim said, blushing again.  ‘And wait, how did you know about that one?  I told Chris in confidence!” He glared at Chris who was stifling a chuckle on the other side of Eddie.

"Buck, here, take a look," Chris said, handing Buck her phone.  "I took some screenshots of Jim's online dating profile before I got my hands on them." She explained, dodging Jim's grabbing hands to show Buck.

Jim just sighed and sat back as everyone around the table shared their opinions and teasing on his past online dating experience.  It's not exactly what he was expecting when he started to come out to his team, but it definitely could have been worse.  And now he was going to have to bug Chim and Maddie for more embarrassing stories at the next Buckley poker night.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Folsom Prison Blues- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,389

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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The next morning, the body was gone and Sam and Dean were out in the courtyard doing whatever it is they do. They better have been getting some work done. Because on your end, you were getting nothing done.

You needed to talk to them to see what they knew to understand how to help because right now, all this feels like is a death trap. You were expected to escape soon and if you couldn’t do that, then you didn’t know what was going to happen.

You were also in the courtyard, watching over them. You rolled your eyes when you saw Dean was playing cards with another inmate. You saw the stack of cigarettes next to Dean and you sighed. Dean didn’t even smoke. You caught the eye of Sam and he walked over to you, trying not to put any attention on him.

“Did you find anything?” You asked, looking at him.

“Yeah but I would really feel better if Dean was here.” He said lowly.

“Then go get him.” You said, looking at Sam. He nodded and left you, walking over to Dean. You saw them whisper arguing and then Dean’s eyes landed on you. He smirked softly and he nodded, gathering his cigarettes and walking over to you with his brother.

“Dean, you don’t even smoke.” You said, looking at him like he was crazy.

“Are you kidding me? This is the currency of the realm. Who knows when these will come I handy.” Dean said with a chuckle, putting them away.

“Please tell me you two found something. Henriksen came to Deaton’s office while I was there. Look, he suspects I am missing from the girls’ ward and there is only a matter of time before he digs into something that will get him hurt.” You said, ready to get out of here.

“Why couldn’t I be the cop?” Dean asked, checking you out. At any other time, you would be blushing like a schoolgirl but you were stressed out as fuck and you were only going to feel better when you were back in Baby and on the road again.

“Dean Winchester do not make me cuff you.” You threatened.

“Why did I find that hot?” He asked, winking at you. You were ready to throw his head but Sam interrupted you.

“Look, I got a lead of Moody.”

“So do we. He paid a little visit last night.” Dean said, being serious.

“What?” Sam asked, looking at you. You nodded but let Dean tell the story.

“Yeah, the clock stopped, the flickering lights and the cold spots. I mean, he did everything but yell boo.”

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“He walked right by me. Lucas, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. I mean, based on how the man was screaming, he didn’t deserve to go out like that. But, what did you find out on Moody?” Dean said.

“I think we might know where his remains are. Blood in his old cell.” Sam said, looking around to see if anyone was listening in. They weren’t. The only reason other cops weren’t on their shoulders were because Deacon was also out here and he was making sure you three got the chance to talk.

“Wait, blood? I thought it was a heart attack.” Dean asked.

“When I opened that cell, I didn’t see any blood.” You said.

“Yeah, I’m sure the dead body wasn’t a distraction either. Look, it was a heart attack but only after the guards beat the shit out him. I mean, apparently, there was so much blood, they had trouble mopping it out.” Sam said.

“Great, how are we going to get in?” Dean asked.

“I mean, I have the keys but I’m not sure Deacon can be my bodyguard forever here. I’m the newbie, people won’t let me on my own.” You said with a sigh.

“I have a plan.” Sam said suddenly.

“That’s the Sammy I know. Come on, man, you're like Clint Eastwood from Escape From Alcatraz.” Dean said with a smile.

“The problem is, even if we do find something, how are we going to burn it? We don’t have any accelerant.” You pointed out.

“It’s a good thing I'm like James Garner from The Great Escape,” Dean said, standing up and holding out two big handfuls of his cigarettes. “Hey fellas! Who’s ready to deal?” You sighed and hoped that he knew what he was doing.

“Just get it done. Okay?” You said, walking away from them. You hoped that Sam’s plan wasn’t going to land you in even more trouble than you were already in.

You knew of the plan and you hoped that this would work. You didn’t need to be caught for anything. You still had a lot to look forward in life. It was lunch time and Sam and Dean were doing their part while you were with Deacon, filling him in on everything.

“Okay, we gave them more than enough time for this. We should go.” You said, walking out of Deacon’s office with him.

“Did you guys find anything else?” Deacon asked. Good thing no one was here. Everyone was in the cafeteria.

“Yeah, Moody was beaten in his old cell. They say that there was so much blood, they had trouble getting it all out. If there are no bones to bury, then blood will be a reason to keep him here. Sam offered to go in there. All we need to do is help him get into the kitchen without letting anyone see.” You said, walking.

“Good, this is good. Then this will all be over?” He asked.

“That’s the hope.”

“Hope? You don’t think it will work?”

“Deacon, look, I can sense these kinds of things, to sugarcoat it. Trust me when I say that hopefully, it will work and we will be out of here in no time.” You said with a sigh, getting closer to the cafeteria. When you got closer to the door, you heard the commotion come from inside and you knew that your part was up.

You busted inside to see Dean and the very large prisoner, fighting. You looked at Sam who was waiting for the right moment. You nodded to him and got your act on, walking over to the two with Deacon and few other guards. You didn’t want to get your hands dirty so you let the guards, which was multiple ones, pull them apart.

You walked over to Dean, feeling as you could pay him back for putting you in jail, and grabbed his jaw in your hand, making him look at you.

“Wow, if we waited any longer, you might as well be dead. What a shame that would be.” You said, smirking slightly at him.

“You waited long enough.” Dean said. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked over to see Deacon there and he nodded at you. You let Dean’s jaw go and stepped back, watching what was about to happen.

You jumped slightly when Deacon shoved his baton in Dean’s stomach, making him double over in pain. Deacon grabbed the back of Dean’s head, his fingers grabbed at his hair and pulled it up.

“Do yourself a favor. Don't. Talk,” Deacon said to Dean, keeping eye contact even though he was talking to the guards now. “Take them both up to the infirmary.” The guards nodded and when Deacon let go of Dean, they took him and the large prisoner to the infirmary.

The guards took away the large prisoner and Dean. You sighed and watched after him until you couldn’t see him anymore.

“Was that necessary?” You asked Deacon when the drama died down.

“I need to sell it, right?” He asked, walking out of the cafeteria. You sighed and looked around, not seeing Sam. You just hoped nothing was wrong on his end.

“Wait, Deacon!” You rushed out of the cafeteria and stopped Deacon from going anywhere. “Can I check up on Sam? Dean should be fine in the infirmary.”

“Fine. Remember, you gotta sell it.” You nodded and walked away from him and to the cells where you found the dead prison inmate. You found Sam there just as he torched the room.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked as you walked to him. He relaxed when he saw it was you and nodded.

“Yeah, it should be fine now. What happened with Dean?”

“Got sent to the infirmary. He’s fine though.” You said with a sigh.

“So, Dean’s been talking to me…” Sam trailed off.

“About what? Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine but he’s going to kill me if he knew I told you but you kind of scare him in that.” You busted out laughing at the thought of Dean being scared of something.

“Dean said that? Oh man, is that rich.” You laughed, wiping away the fake tears.

“Now go easy on him. You’re not really an authority type person, you know?”

“Hmm, maybe I should keep this and put it to good use. You think Deacon would let me keep the handcuffs?” You asked Sam, a smirk on your face.

“Okay, too much information.” Sam said shaking his head and leaving the hallway as the flames died down in the cell.

Another day, another death. The man that Dean was with, died last night and you knew that something supernatural must have happened. You didn’t get it, Sam burned the blood and it should be all over, right?

You, Sam, and Dean were in the yard outside, talking while the other inmates either smoked, gambled their cigarettes away or played some basketball.

“I don’t get it, Dean, Sam burned the blood. I was there.” You said.

“That’s because it wasn’t Moody. It was a nurse, well, it looked like a nurse.” Dean said.

“Wait, so this is the ghost of someone who worked here?” Sam asked. You looked over at Deacon who was eyeing you three while talking to another cop.

“I don’t know, I guess.” Dean said with a shrug.

“You know what, Dean, at this point, "I don't know" isn't working for me. See, uh, I thought we were done. I called Deacon. It's happening. We're getting out tonight.” Sam said.

“I hate to say it, Dean, but I’m with Sam on this one. We have to get out tonight.” You said lowly.

“Then we have to do quick research then.” Dean said with a shrug.

“How? I mean, maybe you haven’t noticed, we’re in jail.” Sam said, emphasizing on the word jail.

“I would ask Deacon but he hasn’t been here long enough to know who worked here before. Do you know someone who has been here that long?” You asked either brother.

“I do. Come on, I know where he is.” Sam said, walking away. You sighed and looked at Dean, stupid enough to follow this plan.

You had to get out tonight.

You made sure that no one was suspicious when you, Sam and Dean walked out of the courtyard and into the cafeteria where only one person was there, mopping the floor. You’ve heard Sam talk about him and only knew his name was Randall.

“Hey, Randall, you got a minute?” Sam asked. When Randal nodded, Sam continued. “You’ve been here a while, so you know about the nurses, right?”

“Ah, you want to know about the nurse? Now that’s a story to tell.” Randall said.

“Yeah.” You said.

“Why is she here?” You forgot momentarily that everyone besides Sam and Dean knew of you as the new cop and not a pretend one.

“She’s here to help, believe it or not.” Dean said. Randall looked at you and you gave him a small smile before holding your hands out.

“I’m not here to hurt you or ridicule you. Trust me, I’m just like you and these two.” You said, actually telling the truth but you knew he didn’t believe you fully.

“Alright, fine, why do you want to know?” Randall asked.

“Well, we got our reasons. But, uh... we'll make it worth your while,” Dean said, holding out a pack of cigarettes. Randall looked at them and he grabbed them, making it known he was going to talk.

“So, this nurse, she would have white hair and one screwed up eye. Is any of this ringing a bell?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, I remember her.”

“You remember her name?” You asked.

“No, that’s still kind of fuzzy.” Randall said, looking at the cigarettes and then at Dean. You and Sam smiled in amusement, waiting for Dean to give them up.

“Dean, give it to him.” You whispered, hitting his shoulder lightly.

“I earned these.” Dean whispered argued. You and Sam gave him this ‘wtf’ look and Dean rolled his eyes. He handed Randall another pack and Randall smiled, ready to talk again.

“Glockner. Nurse Glockner. Nasty old bitch worked here in the '70s.”

“You knew her?” You asked.

“I met her once when I had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through the other side of my arm. At least I got out of there alive.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I've heard these stories. I don't know if they were true. Cons love to talk, but we're all liars,” Randall said, only getting started. “But the stories were of guys that went up to the infirmary with a cold. Next thing you know, they're in a body bag. A whole rash of heart attacks: young guys and old guys.”

“Heart attacks?” You asked.

“Yeah. Story was Glockner had it out for cons and she did this, uh, Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic. Anyway, that was the rumor but nobody ever proved anything.” Randall said with a shrug.

“Whatever happened to her?” You asked.

“I have no clue. I finished my time and left. The next time I landed back in here, she was gone.” You looked at Sam and Dean with a nod, knowing you wouldn’t get any more information out of them. Okay, so, you knew who was doing it but where was she buried. You had a clue about who to ask but you didn’t know how to contact her without it looking suspicious.

After all, she thought you were arrested.

The Queens:

@maddieburcham1@ginamsmith  @mogaruke @whit85-blog @inlovewithbja @spn67-sister @kdfrqqg @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @roxyspearing @supercalifragilistic26 @mishamigose @cobrakai1967@essie1876 @wishedworld @crispychrissy @laqueus-ludovicus@nostalgic-uncertainty @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel@potterhead1265 @starswirlblitz @untitled39887 @ta-n-ja @deans-fallen-angel-boy @scarletluvscas @notnaturalanahi @tahbehonest@stay-in–place @dreaminofdean @posiemax @donnaintx@mikey1822 @alexandriajanae4 @li-ssu @just-another-winchester @obsessivecompulsivespn@emoryhemsworth @newtospnfandom @mizzezm @goldenolaf25  @jessikared97 @wh1sp3r1ng-impala @charliebradbury1104  @queen-of-moons-peace-out-bitches @becs-bunker

The Dean Beans:

@akshi8278 @mega-mrs-dean-winchester @winchesterandpie @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester@carribear31 @tacklesackles @oreosatmidnight @not-naturalfangirl @missselinakitty @iam-a-cutiepie  @kristendansmith@milo-winchester-4ever @jensenackesl @codyshany316@pheonyxstorm @helllonearth @juniorhuntersam @pouterpufftrain@ruprecht0420 @shut-ur-face-and-get-in-the-car @carriemichelle2012 @aubreystilinski

Series Rewrite Junkies:

@helllonearth @amyisabellal@deanwnchstr @caseykitten6 @quixoticcat @supernaturalblogging@notmoose45 @crowleysminion @mina22 @tahbehonest@hadleymcallister2177 @destielsangels @spnhybrid @oreosatmidnight @valerieshubin @seninjakitey@flyonlittlewinchester @aubreystilinski @rocketqueeens  @emilygracespellins @earthtokace

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