#the cop talk scene was funny at least (me n my brother kept Looking at each other)

[bobzora]

played more strikers today. loved the 1-2 punch of Awkward cop talk immediately followed up by the thieves following zenkichi and his daughter to a cemetery in a horrifically embarrassing scene to watch. at least we got the funny phantom thief fan scene with akane that was good.

[shadowwolfluna]

The firefighter and the cop

Chapter 2: Un secret

(This part will follow a bit on Chicago PD Season 1 Episode 10: At Least It’s Justice)

Chapter 1

It has been a few months that I slowly adapt to my new life in Chicago, and I kinda enjoy my life there. Everyone in firehouse 51 has called me -thanks to Hermann- Swiss, and again I like it. We were called as there was a car collision, the boys and I arrive at the scene and assess the situation. I see Atwater reassuring an elderly woman, I am next to Severide and we approach the vehicle where there was another driver in there.

“Old lady plows her boat through an intersection, and she’s the only one without a scratch.” My colleague commented, I shook my head and went into work mode. I look at the guy.

“Hey, sit tight we’re going to get you out of there.” Kelly explains, as I carefully observe the victim. I notice that he seemed a bit panic maybe, shaking my head I stood next to Kelly as he uses the spreader to open the door, one of the firefighters force open the door and I help to pull it out. I notice the guy moving out, and my colleague tries to tell him to sit down, but he punches him. I try to use my right leg to make him fall, but it fails and he ran away. Kelly called out to stop him, and I wanted to chase him but I know he’ll be too far away. I turn back around and I ask my coworker if he is okay, I soon hear Atwater and Burgess asking us to open the trunk, I grab a crowbar and use all my force to open it.

I gasp and took a step back. “What the…” I mumble in surprise, Burgess approach me and lead me away from whatever I saw. “You okay? I saw that you tried to stop him.” I nod my head at Kim, still wrapping my head about seeing a torso in the trunk of a car.

I only thought this could only happen in movies, Kim left as Kelly approach me and ask the same thing. “I’m fine, just had a feeling this guy might be up to something.” I reply not looking in front of Kelly, as he nods his head. “Don’t worry, Voight and his team will stop him.” I nod my head, staring at the car crash that now has a police sign and turns into a crime scene investigation.

We arrive back at Firehouse 51, Leslie and Gabby approach me. “Hey Swiss, you okay?” I slowly felt a bit frustrated, I can understand they worrying but I just want to forget it. “I’m fine, but please tell the guys not to ask me again if I am fine. I certainly do not want to remember it.”

Leslie nods her head and changes the subject quickly, normally I would explode in anger but I know they were worried and I prefer to stay calm and try to explain the situation. I hear someone calling out my name, turning around I see Kelly along with Erin and I see Voight there as well. “Swiss, they found someone, intelligence wants you and me to identify him.” I nod my head, before I can ask if I can come alone Voight speak up. “You can come with me, Erin will bring Kelly to PD.” I let out a small ‘okay’. I went to the lockers and get myself to change into my normal clothes, a black long-sleeve shirt with a red fake leather jacket and dark blue jeans. I wear a small pendant and left Firehouse 51.

“They told me about what happened, you okay?” I mentally rolled my eyes at Voight question, we were in the car going to the Police department. “For the love of, I am fine. Hank, it’s just...I don’t know...scary...I only thought that this could only happen in movies.” I glance out the window, feeling a bit awkward about my mini outburst. “Has this never happened in Geneva?” I let a small chuckle. “No, the only time I remember where. Police officers would arrest drunk drivers, I think murderers as well, but the swiss media has always covered it some. Except, I wasn’t technically there at the scene. So, I don’t know what to say.” I explain, and I kinda felt a bit frustrated not to know how I should felt, I felt a bit afraid but the feeling I feel the most is frustration. I feel it because I think it’s due I could have stop this guy, he murdered and chop off a person. Instead, I let him get away.

“Don’t worry, we’ll stop this guy. I understand you feel frustrated. But I ask you not to go on your own and be a cop, your a firefighter remember that I am glad that you are safe.” Hank said not even with anger but worry and I felt it kinda pull my heart, for the few months Hank and I met each other occasionally, but we haven’t officiated if we are dating or not. There were a few moments, I did ask myself if we are dating.

“I won’t, besides I don’t want to worry you, Hank.” He nods his head with a gentle smile and kept driving. “So, they kept calling you Swiss, why’s that?” I chuckle, as Hank is curious about the nickname. “Blame Hermann, he thought that since I am from Switzerland, it would be fun to nickname me Swiss. I like it.” I explain to Hank the story, with a small grin thankful that we change the subject.

“By the way, um Hank do you wish we see each other tonight or tomorrow evening? I don’t have a shift tomorrow.” I ask him curiously, while a bit nervous. Of course, we see each other a few times, but it would be with his teammates, and I kinda hope that he would notice that I wanted to say ‘date’.

I bit my lip nervously and look away, I didn’t notice Hank looking at me with a small smile. “Of course, I know a good place we can go to quietly.”

I exhale and made a wide grin, and without thinking, I said out loud. “Then it’s a date…”

I almost turn pale when I realize what I said, and before I can say anything Hank lets out a chuckle and smile at me. “Yeah, it’s a date.” I lost words, and I look out the window feeling myself blushing bright red.

We arrive at the Police Department, I walk side with Hank and I see a woman with grey hair talking on the phone. She nods at Hank and glances at me. I show her a small smile, she reminds me of a good friend of mine. She would not care what others think and would speak her mind, even some of my old firehouse in Geneva would like or hate her. I miss her though.

I follow Hank knowing he wants me and Kelly to identify the killer.

We were in the glass room, where Gabby’s brother Dawson I think is interrogating the ‘killer’. “It’s not him, the guy is more muscular and a bit taller.” Kelly nods his head, agreeing with me. Erin walks in and starts talking, about the guy who is not the killer, I notice Kelly checking out Erin. I sent him a smirk, where he hid his chuckles not wanting two police officers to know what is funny.

“Mind for you two to take a look at a couple of mugshots?” We both nod our heads, I then decide to ask Erin for the bathroom and mouth to Kelly ‘ask her’.

After being in the bathroom for ten minutes, I walk out and see both Kelly and Erin talking, when they notice me, Erin brings us to a room where they showed us pictures of prisoners.

I stop and recognize the suspected killer from one of the photographs. When Erin asks us, I point to the picture. “That guy.”

“That’s the guy we pulled out of the car.” Kelly added agreeing with me, a girl explains about the killer. Both Kelly and I slowly leave as the other officers are leaving to find him, but I noticed something in Kelly’s hand. I chuckle and shook my head. “What?” He notices my grin. “Your gonna try to ask Erin out are you?” Kelly lets out a small chuckle. “Nope, just going to try and bring back her stuff.” I smirk, as we walk down the stairs and see the woman talking with the other officers, not in the mood. “Who’s that?” Kelly looks at who I am referring to, and smile. “That’s Sergeant Trudy Platt, she’s...nice.”

“Then I should meet her another time, she reminds me of my friend.” We were both out of the district as Kelly looks at me as if I was crazy. “Woah, wait a sec, you have a friend in Switzerland that acts like THE Trudy Platt?” I let out a small laugh, while Kelly looks at me as if I grew two heads. “Yep, you know everyone in my old firehouse either tolerates or not liking her, but she considers me as a very close friend.” I explain, Kelly laugh. We both went our separate ways, I walk back to my apartment, which I thankfully found. It is not far from Firehouse 51, and I got a good price from the landlord.

The guys helped me with the move, and I manage to get my late brother’s car to come here a black 1969 Ford Mustang Fastback. My brother loves cars and motorcycles, he sadly passed away, and in his will, he gifts me his car. Even mentioning not to change anything in the car. The only thing he changed was the radio, as he comments about having music. I miss him.

My apartment has two bedrooms, a converge living/kitchen/dining area, along with a bathroom. I live on the fourth floor, I arrive there and set my jacket on the coat rack. Heaving out a small sight, and check the time.

I sent Hank an SMS informing the date and time.

To: Hank

From: (Y/N)

I’m back home safe and sound, I’ll see you tomorrow around eight. I hope everything is okay, catch that guy.

Can’t wait for our date.

😉

(Y/N)

I set the phone down, and I went to the bathroom wanting to leave out all of today’s stress.

(Timeskip to tomorrow)

I decide to wear a black dress that is up to my knees and let my hair down. I wear my pendant, which is the shape of a small teardrop decorated with blue and red small crystals. I put on my red lipstick, I told the others that tonight I won’t join them at Molly’s. I hear my phone vibrate, and check a new message from Hank.

To: (Y/N)

From: Hank

I’ll pick you up at your place, will be there in ten minutes.

Hank

I smile, and check myself out in the mirror, nodding my head, I grab my red fake leather jacket and my small purse. And wore small black heel shoes. I grab my phone and keys, locking my door.

When I got out of the door, I see Hank leaning in his SUV, and I almost caught my breath, he was wearing a white sleeve button-up shirt, with black pants with a black leather jacket. I walk towards Hank, as he seems frozen for a minute. “You look…” I smile and said confidently. “Sexy, shall we?” He nods his head, as he opens the passenger side, I slide in and thanking Hank.

We arrive on the other side of town, finding an interesting restaurant that looks a bit expensive. Feeling a bit self-conscious, I look at Hank. “Hank, how did you?” He smiles, and gets out of the car, and helps me out when he reaches the passenger side. “I know the owner, and he kinda owes me. Saved him and his family, and told me that I am welcome to come by.”

We approach the receptionist, she eyed me, and Hank and before she can comment I cut her off. “I’m sorry, but it’s not your place to say if I am too young to date someone like him.” Surprise, she then switches to a smile and apologizes. “I’m sorry, name?” She asks politely, Hank tells his name, and she brought us to a room that isn’t too crowded. “Enjoy your meal, and your date.” She said to us politely, I gave her a small smile, and she left. I glance at Hank, where he smiles at me. Looking into his eyes, it seems we were talking with each other.

“How do you like Chicago so far?” Hank asks, I smile at him. “I love it here, plus when I am off, I can drive off in my car and visit Papy and Mamie when I am off of shift.” I tell him, Hank chuckles. “Papy, Mamie, is it french or nicknames for your grandparents?” I nod my head.

“Yeah, while growing up, my mom’s family is partially swiss german, so my parents taught us that on my father’s side we say Papy and Mamie but for my mother’s side it would be Oma and Opa.”

A waiter came and smiles at Hank. “Evening Hank, I guess this is your date? It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hank here saved my family. Hank whatever you order, it’s on the house. No arguments, I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you.” I smile and find Hank attractive as he grins at the waiter/owner of the restaurant. Feeling my heart beat faster, he served us wine.

“Cheers, for our date...and hope we can continue more…” I said with a flirty smile, he smiles back. “Cheers. (Y/N), there is one thing you should promise.” I sip my wine and nod my head knowing where he is getting at.

“No one should know about this, Platt and Al have already figured it out. They won’t say anything, but I don’t want anyone to know we are dating. Do you promise?” I put my hand on top of his, and smile at him. “I promise Hank.” He smiles at me, and decide to give a small kiss on the back of my hand, sending me goosebumps and a shiver.

We start to order and enjoy our evening together, as I kept looking at Hank with a small smile…

(This isn’t the end of this chapter, I would continue, but like I mention this series would follow not all the episode, only a few. If you are interested in an episode I could write let me know.)

[raimaamjad]

Uzi

“Mohammad Usman Chaudhry, a 21-year-old Pakistani American, was fatally shot at 1435 N. Curson St. in Hollywood at 4 a.m. Tuesday, March 25.” Funny, that’s not how they identified his body after failing to notify us for twenty one days. They thought he was black. I’ve heard the phrase “manners maketh man.” I didn’t realize when it comes to identifying a body, hair texture could maketh man as well. Would we have known sooner if he was correctly labeled as Pakistani? Would it have been even longer? I think it depends on your bias of choice.

According to the LA times, “Officer Joseph Cruz and his partner were patrolling the street when they saw a dark figure by an apartment complex. The officers approached to investigate and encountered Chaudhry lying behind some bushes. As Cruz was questioning Chaudhry, he pulled out a folding knife and stabbed Cruz on the left hand. Cruz pulled out his gun and fired several rounds at Chaudhry. Los Angeles Fire Department paramedics pronounced Chaudhry dead at the scene at 4:21 a.m.”  Mohammad Usman Chaudhry was not a dark figure, he was a human being. He was somebody’s son, somebody’s brother. Mohammad Usman Chaudhry was my cousin. He was also the last person in the world to own a knife, let alone draw one upon an officer of the law. No one believed the bullshit for even a split second.

Usman came from a home that you would call, in my judgemental culture, “broken.” Growing up I always knew that in terms of the rest of my family, Usman’s was different. His parents did not sacrifice their entire lives for their children or place the pressures of their happiness on them. They found solace in their own pursuit of knowledge, studying what they desired and working the occupations that appealed to them. Their entire world was not their kids, and while in the United States would constitute that as healthy, in Pakistan it meant you were a failure of a  parent. If your child was not successful, you were not successful. If your child was not the only priority in your life, there is something definitely wrong with you. My aunt and uncle had three children: Umar, Usman, and Usma. When Umar was born, my aunt and uncle left the country to study abroad and left him under the care of my grandparents for six years. This is what was the first sign of the reckoning to come. When they returned, Usman refused to live with them. “That’s not my home, home is where I grew up.” Continuing to stay in my grandparents home instead, Umar had a new set of parents. He did not need my aunt and uncle to raise him because he’d already been raised by the same people who raised his father. You’d have thought they did a good enough job the first time around, but apparently not if their child was handing off his own to galavant the world instead. At least, that’s how society saw it.

And because their first shot at having a child was a failure, they set out to have a second. Enter, Usman. Usman was born a year after they returned to the states, and just in case they screwed up another kid they had a backup plan pop out nine months later. Her name was Usma. Not having their brother in the house definitely put a strain on their family, both internally and facing the judgement of society about what had gone wrong. Nonetheless, the siblings still kept in touch and tried to remain closer than ever. It was clear that Usman was unfortunately, not the brightest bulb in the room. This wasn’t his fault by any means, he was just born on the spectrum and diagnosed as an autistic from a young age on. His parents knew that nothing could be done and because of this “hindrance” he would never be the success they wanted him to be, so their hopes were drawn to their last and final child.

Usma and Usman did live in the same house, and because of this the pair were closer siblings than with Umar. Usma received the most attention, and the most pressure from their parents because she was their only chance at a future. One kid they didn’t screw up.

Because Usman was autistic, and would often wander from home. He built his sense of community with the homeless.  He’d disappear for days on end and no one would look for him. “He was an adult”, they would say. “He needs his space, we don't want to suffocate him.” Well I hate to break it to you, but your “space” got more than 6 feet of space between his corpse. He was autistic, and not ready to be out in the world alone. He didn’t need space, he needed someone to protect him. We were all deeply upset when we found out about his death, but the grief could not overtake the comments that came with it.

“Maybe if they’d raised him right this wouldn’t have happened”

“If they’d paid better attention to him, maybe he wouldn’t have been murdered like this.”

“It’s because of his hair and his dark skin. His parents should have straightened it and not let him go out into the sun so much, they wouldn’t have thought he was black then. ”

My parents especially would say the most, that Usman’s parents basically killed them with their neglect. I wanted to tell them that they tried their best like all parents, like they do. But I didn’t. I wanted to tell them that no, it wasn’t their fault, they made mistakes but my aunt and uncle didn’t kill their son. But I didn’t. I wanted to tell them that they didn’t hold that gun up to him and pull the trigger, that someone else was behind the shot. I wanted to tell them that being black wasn’t a reason to die. But, I didn’t.

And I still don’t know why I didn’t. What was I scared about? Scared to have my own thoughts? Scared of l guilt for “talking back” to my elders because I didn’t share the same view points? As time went on so did the fight to bring justice to Usman’s name. My uncle and aunt would lead multiple protests against the LAPD  and although my family knew Usman was innocent, no one but his parents and Usma would go to clear Usman’s name. They were too scared of making a ruckus in public. Just like I was too scared to make a ruckus in my own home.

I asked if I could go to the protests for Usman’s justice. Of course, that was completely out of the question.

“Are you out of your mind? You’re too young to know what you’re doing going to a protest.”

Fifteen years old is apparently not enough time for the brain to form an opinion.

“What will people say?”

And just what will they say? That an innocent man was murdered and his family is there to support him? Why are we worried about what people have to say when our family member was murdered in cold blood? Why should we be scared to make noise when we know we’ve been wronged? Why was I too scared to speak against my family’s opinions, even when I knew THEY were being wrong? Was there even a difference between them and me if I let it happen?

Well, LA Times, let me give you a run down of what really happened. “Officer Joseph Cruz and his partner were patrolling the street when they saw a dark figure by an apartment complex. As if that statement isn’t racist enough, don’t you worry it gets worse. The officers approached to investigate, and encountered Usman lying behind some bushes. Cruz had a history with Usman, and often harassed him and other homeless people, probably of color. Funny, considering his last name is Cruz. Cruz sent his partner to “investigate Chaudhry” on the database located in the police car. When out of his partner’s line of sight, Cruz pulled out his proceeded to shoot him. Usman was immediately dead. Cruz withdrew a folding knife from his pocket, and threw it next to Usman’s body. His partner lied and said that he was with Cruz the whole time, and Cruz shot Usman in self defense. He lied not to protect only Cruz’s name, but the name of every other murderous cop that has gotten away with taking an innocent life because their skin does not match the hues of the snow but the shade of earth. Los Angeles Fire Department paramedics pronounced Chaudhry dead at the scene at 4:21 a.m.”

The only people’s opinions we should have been worrying about were the Jury’s when it came to declaring a verdict on the civil rights trial that followed suit. The trial that revealed that Officer Cruz wasn’t just a stranger to Usman, but someone he frequently encountered on his check ups of LA. The trial that told us the only DNA found on the knife was Officer Cruz’s. The trial that told the world that Usman Chaudhry was wrongfully murdered by an abusive LAPD police officer who tried to slander his name.

Soon we were receiving calls of congratulations and apologies from everyone we know. Usman’s  name cleared and his trial gained fame highlighting the true corruption of the LAPD. Images of my aunt and uncle and cousin leading the masses that never doubted my cousin's innocence from the beginning stamped on the front page of every paper. People began asking why my family weren’t present in any of the protests. I wonder what they will say.

[jarpadandjensenaremyheroes]

A Bottle of Jack

A/n- This fic was written for @impalaimagining’s Cheesy Pickup Line Challenge. My prompt was “Roses are red, pickles are green. I like your legs and what’s in between.” It was also written for @ravengirl94’s 1.5k challenge. My prompt for her was “I’m too sober for this.” Both are bolded in the story. This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine alone. I hope y’all like it!

I'm also tagging a few extra people I think would like this. If you wish to not be tagged in things like this, it won't hurt my feelings if you tell me so.

Warnings: Swearing, smut adjacent (no explicit smut, but I would NOT consider it SFW) fluff, teensy bit of angst if you look at just the right time, switching POVs.

Word count: 3,034 (this one kind of got away from me)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

EDIT: 'Keep Reading' link inserted.

Y/N's POV

You, Dean, and Sam always went to some grungy bar scene to celebrate a successful hunt. More often than not, you ended up being the one who quit after 3 beers to make sure you all got back to whatever motel you were staying at safely. You thought tonight would be no different, so you sat up at the bar, watching Dean hustle some guys at pool and Sam hitting on one of the waitresses. She bore a striking resemblance to Jess, and you didn’t have the heart to tear him away so you could talk about your feelings.

Dean was a flirt. He flirted with anything that had long tan legs and a pair of boobs, which included you. But he never seemed to want to take things further. He kissed you once, when he was shit-face drunk. It was after a hunt gone bad, and you had gotten really hurt. A rougarou had sliced your stomach open and if it weren’t for Dean literally holding you together until Cas got there, you wouldn’t have made it. He pushed you away again after his lips left yours that night, and when he never brought it up the next morning, you figured he either didn’t remember or thought it was a mistake. So you left it alone.

Sam, on the other hand, he encouraged your emotions. He thought his brother cared for you, but was afraid of losing you like so many others he once loved. So he pushed you away to protect you and himself. He couldn’t bring himself to let his walls down and let you in. But Sam pushed you keep trying. You both deserve to be happy, and happy together, he said. You wanted to believe him, but sitting here watching Dean eye the girls standing around him, it was hard.

Sighing, you signaled the bartender for a refill. As she went to take the bottle away, you asked her if she could leave it.

“My boss ain’t here tonight, so I guess it’s alright. Just don’t start any trouble, or I’ll tell the cops you stole it when they show up for you.”

“Don’t worry, I just want to keep to myself tonight,” you informed her with a sad tone.

She gave you a curt nod as she walked away, clearly happy that she didn’t have to wait on you anymore.

You decided in that moment, sitting there watching Dean teach some bimbo to play pool, that you were going to get drunk. The motel was close enough you could just walk back. Chances are you’d have to walk back anyways. You usually did on the nights that both the brothers got lucky. But you didn’t want to think about Dean anymore, you just wanted to be numb.

You didn’t bother nursing the alcohol. You just kept pouring drink after drink. After a while, Sam came to let you know he was going home with the Jessica Moore look-alike.

“S’fine Sammy,” you slurred at him. “Haves fun.” You turned back to your bottle, looking at it with lidded eyes.

“Whoa…what the hell Y/N? You’re not driving, right?”

“I’s gonna walk. I know where’m going.”

“Okaaay… Just…just wait here for a second, okay?”

You wordlessly waved him off as you went back to drinking away all your emotions.

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Dean's POV

Sam walked over to me. “Do you have any idea what the fuck you’re doing to Y/N? She’s over there drinking herself into oblivion because you can’t be a man for two god damn minutes and tell her how you feel. Instead, you’re forcing her to watch while you get wasted and go home with some ditzy bitch! Man up and go tell her, now, or I’ll tell her for you, and I won’t stop her when she kicks your ass into next week for it, or worse; when she walks out on us because you’re too much of a coward to say something. Go fix this Dean!”

I looked at Sam like a deer in headlights.

“Dean don’t you dare tell me I haven’t tried to tell you about all this before. You don’t get to play dumb and act all innocent here. That poor woman is slowly killing herself, because she thinks you’re happy this way. I don’t know how much more of this she can take, or how much more I can take standing by and watching her do this to herself. She fucking loves you man, and you’re killing her. Please, at least get her back to the motel and let her sleep it off. Now, I’m going home with Allie over there, so fix this tonight while I’m not around. I’ll see you in the morning. Take care of her, Dean.” Sam’s voice dropped at the end, making him sound a little more threatening than he usually did.

I rubbed a hand down my face as I sighed. Sam was right; I was being an ass to Y/N because I was a coward. I was too afraid of losing her, but I would lose her anyways if things continued like this. She would walk right out of my life because I was hurting her. Sighing once again, I made my way over to Y/N at the bar, ignoring the protests of what’s-her-face over at the pool table.

Y/N just about fell off her barstool by the time I reached her. I shot a hand out to steady her on her feet, but she scowled and wrenched her arm away.

“Hey honey…how ya doing?”

She turned around and her face softened when she realized it was me.

“Hiya handsome. Buy me a drink?” she slurred as she stumbled against my chest. “I like your face. I wanna kiss it. Can I kiss your face Deano?”

I groaned. “I’m too sober for this.” I ran a hand down his face and collected myself for a moment. “Come on Y/N. Let’s go back to the motel. You need water and sleep.”

I took her by the arm but quickly changed tactics when she swayed around.  I placed my arm around her waist and led her out the door. As I helped her into the Impala, she leaned over and hurled onto the pavement. I jumped out of the way just in time to save my boots.

“Okay you make sure you get all that out now, sweetheart! There’s no puking in Baby!”

She sat back up after a minute. “Do you have any water?”

“We’ll get you some when we get to the motel.”

“I just wanna… I gotta…” She moved across the bench seat and placed her head on my shoulder. She hummed, “better,” and then shut her eyes.

A few minutes later, I was pulling Baby into the parking spot in front of Y/N’s motel room. Normally she shared with him and Sam, but every now and then they had the extra money to spring her a room of her own room.  As I helped her out of the car, she threw herself against my chest.

“You’re so pretty Dean. Got a pretty face. I just wanna smush it and kiss it. I gotta touch it.” She reached her hand out to stroke my face, but I caught her by the wrist.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Let’s just… Let’s get you inside and we’ll talk about it over some water. You need so much water…”

As I sat her down on one of the beds, she started giggling uncontrollably.

“What’s so damn funny?”

 She took a gasping breath, trying to control herself. “Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

I laughed so hard I almost fell over. “Cheesy pickup lines? Really Y/N? That’s my bid. Try all you want, but that’s not gonna work on me.”

“I was feeling a little off tonight, but you definitely turned me on.”

I just shook my head and sighed as I sat down next to her. She pulled me down to lie on the bed with her.

“Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids.”

Dean let out a groan.

“You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?”

I growled and screwed my eyes shut for a moment, willing my erection to go away. I opened my eyes when the sound of soft snoring drifted to my ears. She had passed out, thank Chuck.

I sent Sam a text message before I decided to take a cold shower.

Sam, she was too drunk for me to say anything tonight. She couldn’t even stand upright. I’m staying in her room for the night and will tell her first thing in the morning, so long as she is sober. I want this to be something she remembers. –D

I took a shower, finally calming myself enought to go lay with her, and checked my phone on the way to the bed..

You better. My threat still stands, Dean; I will if you don’t. And you won’t like that outcome.

I rolled my eyes, too tired to come up with some witty response. I pulled on a t-shirt and crawled into bed next to Y/N. Before I could even reach to turn of the lamp on the bedside table, she had rolled over and snuggled into my side with her head buried in my neck. I could smell the rosemary and mint shampoo she uses, and the rose scented body wash she loves so much. I ran my hand through her hair almost involuntarily, and she roused for a split second. She picked her head up and looked at me with unfocused eyes and a sparkling smile. She pushed her face back down into my neck, and I felt her inhale deeply.

So quiet I almost missed it, she murmured, “I love you Dean Winchester. Please don’t leave me.”

In that moment, my heart broke. She has lost so many people, and she thought she would lose me too. Pressing a kiss to her head, I softly whispered, “I’ll never leave you, Y/N. I love you too much to ever leave. I’ll always be here for you, I promise.”

I quickly fell asleep, listening to the even breathing from Y/N. I didn’t even think about how things would play out in the morning. I just knew I would tell her how I felt all this time. Even though I don’t deserve her, she deserved to know.

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Y/N's POV

You slowly came to your senses as you took stock of the scene around you. Sunlight was filtering in through the dingy curtains on the opposite side of the room. Your head was pounding and your throat burned. Between the taste in your mouth and your burning throat, you knew you had puked last night. But normally when you get that wasted, you don’t sleep that well. And you certainly don’t curl up under the covers of your bed. You don’t even make it to the bed half the time…

As you braced your hand under you to sit up, you froze. There was someone beneath you. Very cautiously, you turned your head to see who it was.

“Dean? What are you doing in my bed?! Oh my god I swear whatever it was I said last night, I’m sure I didn’t mean it. You know how I get when I’m drunk! I’m so sorry Dean. God I can never do anything right, I always screw everything up! And now I’ve gone and screwed up our friendship! Just say the word and I’ll pack my things and go. I’ll hotwire a car until I can get back to mine at the bunker. I don’t wanna-”

Dean pressed his lips to yours and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck as you melted into his chest once more. Finally he broke away, but didn’t take his hands off you. He kept you firmly planted against his body.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’ve been a fool, Y/N. I was too scared to say anything to you about my feelings, because I couldn’t handle it if you ran off, if I ruined this. I mean, you’re my brother’s best friend, and you’re what keeps us from falling apart, sometimes literally. I don’t know how to function without you, so I didn’t say anything. God, Y/N, I love you. I love you more than I can put into words. You are the best thing to ever walk into my life, and I’m never letting you walk out. I know you love me too, because you said it last night. You also said some other things, but if you don’t remember them I won’t dredge it up. I like drunk Y/N though. She’s hilarious and so adorable!”

As Dean snorted with laughter, memories came flooding back to you. You felt your face pale slightly.

“Did I really… Did I try pickup lines on you?” you asked in horror.

Dean could only nod his confirmation; he was laughing too hard and having trouble breathing. You whacked his chest.

“It’s not funny Dean! This is so embarrassing…” you sat up and faced away from Dean as you hung your head in your hands.

“It’s not embarrassing.” He sat up and pulled you between his legs, your back against his chest. He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder while his hands found their way under the hem of your tank top. “Do you have any idea the things you did to me last night? I had to take a cold shower before I could get anywhere near you again. And feel what you’ve done to me this morning already?” He grabbed your hips and pressed your ass against his already hard cock.

You let out an involuntary moan at the contact. Part of you was in shock, not really believing that Dean could want you this way. Another part of you was so in love with this man holding you. And yet another part of you was so hungover, you were bordering on still drunk.

“Dean… wait, please stop.” He immediately released you, almost like you had burned him. You knew how it must look, so before he could react the wrong way, you spun around to kneel between his legs and wrap your arms around his neck. You regretted the fast movement almost instantaneously.  You braced yourself against his chest as your head dropped to his shoulder with a rather loud groan.

“I want this. Please don’t take this the wrong way. I stink, I feel like I drank an entire bottle of Jack, and all I want is to shower and get greasy diner food to cure this hangover. Then we can have all the sex we want. But I want to enjoy it, and I certainly don’t want our first time to be interrupted by my churning stomach. So can I get cleaned up and we go get food?”

“God you’re perfect. Let’s get you in the shower and then we’ll go get Sammy and find some grub. And just for the record, you did drink a whole bottle of Jack.”

Since you were still so unsteady on your feet, Dean decided to shower with you. For ‘safety’ purposes, he said. As he was helping you wash your hair, you leaned against his body and felt his hardness pressed against your ass once more.

“Hey Dean?” you asked.

“Yeah baby?”

“Roses are red, pickles are green. I like your legs and what’s in between.” You said as you reached your hand back between your bodies and grabbed him as he let out a gasp.

Neither one of you could keep your hands off the other and, well, things happened anyways. Glorious things happened, and you were secretly glad you were so hungover.

You both were getting dressed when there was a knock on the door. You were more clothed than Dean at that point, so you went to answer it. You were wearing one of Dean’s t-shirt’s and a pair of your cute undies. You cracked the door and Sam stood there holding coffee.

“Hey Y/N. How’s the head? You were pretty far gone last night…” he cackled.

“I’m fine Sammy. Now give me my damn coffee!” you grumped as you snatched the outstretched cup from his hand.

“Hey have you seen Dean this morning? Baby is here, but I can’t find him.”

You smirked. Either he was playing dumb, or he honestly hadn’t taken note of your appearance. “Come in Sam.”

You swayed back into the room and Dean grabbed you around the waist as Sam closed the door. He looked at the two of you and grinned. “It’s about damn time!” he yelled. “Oh my god you two were driving me insane with the whining and the pining and the obliviousness! I seriously thought I was gonna rip all my hair out before this happened.”

Dean piped up, “well, if it wasn’t for Miss I’m-gonna-drink-the-whole-bar here, it may not have happened at all.”

You blushed in embarrassment as the boys laughed at you and you pushed Dean’s hands off you.

“Hey Sam, did you know that cheesy pickup lines work on your brother just as well as the bimbos he uses them on?”

They both froze. Dean stared at you with his mouth wide open, while Sam’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to discern if you were serious.

“You mean…”

“Yup,” you said, cutting Sam off while you yanked your shorts and Converse on.

Seconds later, he burst into laughter once again. His whole face scrunched up as he clutched at his stomach and pointed at Dean. “OH-oh my god dude. She bagged you with those pickup lines!”

“Shut up Sammy!” he said with a beet red face. “I thought you wanted to go find greasy diner food Y/N?”

You skipped over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I do. I just wanted to get back at you for teasing me first.”

“Oh sweetheart. You have no idea what you’ve started!” he called after you as you skipped out to the Impala, leaving him and the still laughing Sammy behind. Everything was finally right with you and Dean, and you didn’t really care what pranks he pulled on you. As long as you had him, nothing else mattered.

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Imagine being your boyfriend Jamie’s training officer for the day

(A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I know that the schedule says that a Rafael one should be coming up but unfortunately someone 😒😒 accidentally deleted the folder with all of my saves. I’m trying to salvage/ rewrite basically all 8 so I’m going to be posting out of order unless I can get them all back. Sorry about this but I’m still going to try and post two a week for you while I’m away) 

Imagine being your boyfriend Jamie’s training officer for the day

“Hey,” Sonny greeted for the first time that day as he walked up from you from the entrance of the squad-room, “Do you know what that meeting at 9 is about?”

“Well, good morning to you too,” You smirked as you took a sip of coffee.

“Sorry,” Sonny apologised half-heartedly as he took off his coat and sat down at his desk.

“Well?” You prompted.

“Good morning to you too, Y/N,” He calmed half-heartedly, a chuckle on his lips.

“Thank you,” You grinned triumphantly, “And yes I do,”

“Well?” He prompted, mocking you tastefully.

“It’s about the new officer training programme,” You informed, “You know the one where detectives from Specialised units takes on a uniform who wants to go into said unit for a day. It’s supposed to give the uniform a realistic taste of what the job is actually like and it’s also supposed to refresh the detective and remind them why they love what they do,”

“Seriously?” Sonny asked.

“I may have made up the last part about the detectives but the rest is true. Budget cuts mean we get to train uniforms as we are ‘experienced detectives’,” You clarified and corrected.

“How do you know this?” Sonny asked.

“The commissioner told me,” You shrugged, taking another sip of your coffee.

“I keep forgetting you date the Commissioners son,” He commented.

“I don’t brag,” You winked.

“Is he doing it?” Sonny inquired.

“Uh huh,” You confirmed, “He seems excited about it. ”

“Is it mandatory?” He asked.

“Not for them but for us…” You began.

“It’s mandatory?” He questioned, hopefully.

“Yep,” You confirmed.

“Great,” Sonny sighed sarcastically, leaning back in his chair and shifting through some paperwork on his desk, “Did he sign up for SVU?”

“No,” You explained, “I think he signed up for homicide or something and either way if he did he wouldn’t get me for the day,”

“Why not?” Sonny asked.

“My old unit asked if I could help them out because they’re in the middle of an operation and short staffed,” You responded, “And SVU had enough detectives to cover anyway with all the other boroughs units. And I couldn’t really say no, could I?”

“Hey, you never know it may be fun going back at the Gang unit,” He suggested.

“Said like someone who hasn’t ever worked in the Gang unit,” You teased, “But in all seriousness, I did learn to love working in that unit despite its shortcomings.”

“And it’s only for one day, right?” Sonny shrugged casually, oblivious to the truth.

“We have to do it at least three times,” You corrected.

You watched Sonny’s face fall.

“Think of it as helping the youth of the NYPD,” You joked lightly which made him laugh.

It was a couple of weeks after that when you actually had your first uniform shadow you for the day. You didn’t get any names so it was a surprise. You were hardly nervous. It wasn’t like it was your first day at a new unit and you had to work with new uniforms all the time. You weren’t nervous at all, you were excited to go back and see all your old colleagues and continue to see them with your several shadow days over the next few weeks.

The night before you finally remembered to ask Jamie what he eventually singed up for. He told you it was a homicide and then you were about to mention who you were going down to Brooklyn tomorrow instead of Manhattan and was about ask if he wanted you to pick up dinner tomorrow from your favourite Chinese place down there. But you were interrupted by Jamie’s older brother Danny coming over to use your bathroom as he was in the middle of a stakeout and hated using the facilities at his station. And then forgot again.

Jamie had to leave early the next morning so you didn’t see him, so when you remembered that morning you couldn’t ask. You actually remembered as you walked into the Gang unit the next day. You tapped on his name and out your phone up to your ear. He picked up unusually quickly and you heard him say hello. The problem was when you heard it twice. You spun around when you heard Jamie’s voice and saw him across the room, phone to his ear. You watched his face light up in confusion and shock when he caught your eye.

You hung up the phone and briskly walked down the corridor into the main squad-room to get an explanation. As soon as you stepped in you were greeted and taken away by your old captain. As you both exchanged felonies you locked eyes with Jamie again. He was watching you but then proceeded to engage in conversation with another uniform. His eyes stayed on you regardless.

“Are you excited to be back at Brooklyn South?” Your old captain asked enthusiastically as he released you from a hug.

“I’m excited to be shot at,” You joked.

“Thanks again for helping us out. Higher ups were busting my balls over not having enough detectives for this.” He thanked, with a smirk.

“Don’t mention it,” You chuckled, “Just another one of those programs they implement. They’ll probably scrap it in six months and come up with new ones.”

“It’s a pretty good idea though this time, right?” He questioned.

“Would be better if they made them go through all the units. The unit they choose may not be the right one for them. They might be surprised on what works for them,” You responded.

“Like you and SVU?” He asked.

“More like me and Gang,” You corrected, playfully.

“You were a natural here,” He complimented.

“Only because I didn’t know any other unit,” You chuckled.

“Ahh, you loved it here,” He grinned while gently pushing your shoulder, “Anyway since you are no longer an actual detective here and don’t have any actual cases. i thought you could do a ride along with your uni,”

“Sounds good,” You nodded before turning both you and him to the crowd of uniforms congregated around the briefing room, “So which one is mine?”

“I’m pretty sure you know you know him,” He smiled.

“Don’t do that to me, Captain,” You sighed, already knowing where he was going.

“You get Commissioners kid,” He teased, “Also known as your boyfriend,”

“Why you got to do me like that Cap?” You sighed.

“If he gets shot it will be much easier for me if it’s under your watch. Commissioner won’t mind as much,” He joked.

“It’s hardly appropriate,” You commented.

“You’re the most appropriate cop, I know. Not to mention the best. He’s less likely to get shot with you than any of my other guys,” He explained, “It’s not really going to be a problem is it?”

“No, I’ll take him,” You sighed, “But I’m not happy about it,”

“Trouble in paradise?” He teased.

“Might be after today,” You commented.

“How long have you been with him now?” He asked.

“Coming up to ten years,” You informed.

“Lucky man,” He nodded.

“I like to think so,” You grinned.

“Come on,” He prompted, “Briefings about to start,”

“Well, it’s not like it can start without you,” You reminded as you both headed over to the briefing room.

You walked right past Jamie without giving him a second glance. During the meeting, all the officers were sat down while all the detectives stood behind the captain. He talked for about five minutes. You felt Jamie’s gaze on you throughout but you didn’t look back at him. You kept on whispering to one of your old colleagues. Once he finished he began reading out the pairings. You learnt that while you all knew who had who. They didn’t. You waited until he read out your name and Jamies before you looked at him. You watched his face fall, you suspect he thought he had a day to come up with an excuse for what he did. You met him in the middle. He was about to say something.

“Meet me at the car,” You stated before walking away without saying another word.

Five minutes later you were leaning against your car door waiting for Jamie to turn up. Once he reached the car, he went to speak again. Which you didn’t respond to. You just got into the car, slamming the door behind you. He quickly followed suit.

“What are you doing here?” You both asked each other in unison.

You both probably would have found it funny if it was any other situation.

“Are you really questioning me, right now J?” You demand in disbelief, “You lied to my face yesterday,”

“I…” He began before stopping himself, he didn’t really have an excuse.

“You can’t make something up, can you?” You commented bitterly.

“I know you wouldn’t want me to try out for gangs,” He admitted.

“Damn right, I don’t,” You confirmed, “You know what I went through in this unit? No, you don’t because if I told you, you wouldn’t even want to be a cop anymore.”

“What are you doing here anyway?” He deflected.

“They asked me to help out because they don’t have enough detectives to cover the programme and you want to know why that is Jamie?” You explained before asking.

“Why, Y/N?” He complied but responding in the same forceful tone.

“Because the average tour at the Gang unit is six months,” You spat.

A silence fell over you both.

“Why Gangs, J?” You asked softly, “You always wanted to go into homicide, what changed?”

“I had to cover a crime scene on a Gang hit couple weeks ago. I got to talking with one of the detectives, he said they were short staffed and that I should try it out,” He explained.

“Was that Queens Gang unit?” You inquired.

He nodded.

“Course it was,” You huffed, you knew what the guys did there were like.

“Look Y/N…” He began.

“Why didn’t you just say?” You asked, “Why did you lie?”

“You never talked about your time in Gangs, not like you do SVU. I just assumed you didn’t like it that much,” He shrugged.

“I was put in the gang unit my very first day as a cop. I lived and breathed it for the first five years of my career. It’s where I went from rookie to uniform to detective. It’s what made me the cop I am today,” You began.

“So what’s the problem with me joining?” He asked.

“Jamie, I stuck around in Gangs because I didn’t know anything else. Thought it would be the only thing that I would be good at but it’s not. It’s one of those units like SVU. It changes you as a cop and more importantly as a person. I’ve never known anything else and that’s why I lasted so long. You’ve done the typical units your whole career. And you’re a great cop, Jamie. And I worry that a unit like this might change that part of you. Your one of the good ones, you care. Units like these make cops cynical and I’d hate to see that happen to you.” You explained.

“But they didn’t change you,” He pointed.

“I learned the hard way to separate cop me from the me in my life outside work.” You clarified.

“You’re different at work then you are home?” He inquired.

“Not by a lot but there are fundamental differences that help me cope with it all. Survive.” You responded.

“I never knew that,” Jamie confessed.

“You’ve never seen my work,” You reminded.

“I get to today,” He reminded.

“Jamie,” You began, “If you want to join the gang unit when you become a Detective. I’ll support you but just tell me what you’re doing and don’t spring it on me.”

“Thanks,” He smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You replied grinning as he leant in and kissed your cheek, “So are you ready to get your first taste of gang life?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” He smiled as you started the car and began to pull out of the station parking lot before commenting, “I’m excited to see you in cop mode.”

“Fair warning,” You smirked, “I get very bossy,”

“Even better,” He grinned, you could feel his gaze on you.

“Eyes on the street Reagan, that’s where the crimes happen” You warned, taking your eyes off him and focusing on the street, “The only crime that could ever possibly happen in this car is me murdering you because you aren’t listening,”

You explained to Jamie what was going to happen today, informing him that as you didn’t have any open gang cases, that you would be doing ride alongs. Which is what most newbie detectives in the Gang unit did for the first few months anyway. It was an essential part of the training as it familiarised trainees with the streets, So they know where the hotspots were, what territories each gang hand. It was essential to work the job but even more essential to survive it.

“You see anything, Reagan?” You questioned.

“No,” He answered honestly.

“Really?” You countered.

“Why should I see anything?” He asked.

“You tell me,” You stated.

“Y/N…” He began.

“You can call me Detective for today,” You interrupted.

“Alright, Detective” He nodded, understanding that this was hardly the time to be playful, “What should I be seeing?”

“The guy on the corner with the white shirt has two guns on him, tell me where they are,” You stated and then prompted.

‘How do you know that?” He asked, looking intently at them, from his position, the passenger seat of your parked car up the street, close enough if the guy turned around he would see your car.

“Just the way he is acting,” You shrugged.

He shot a confused look.

You sighed heavily, “His walk is off because he has one strapped to his ankle and he keeps straightening up because the second is tucked into his waistband, that enough explanation for you rook?”

“Sorry.” He apologised.

“Well, go on,” You ordered.

“What?” He asked.

“Go arrest him,” You sighed.

“Right,” He said quickly, immediately getting out of the car and complying with your request.

“Make sure you get the guns first,” You called after him to make sure he remembered.

After delivering your first collar back to the station and booking him. You spent the next couple hours driving around the neighbourhood identifying different areas and helping Jamie understand all the gang territories and the politics of it all. Who is feuding with who, who has alliances with who. All that stuff. Jamie was taking it well, it was a lot to learn and therefore it was very overwhelming. It would be for anyone. It was so much to take in that Jamie was forgetting all the basic stuff.

“Woah, did you see that?” You questioned, gesturing to the speeding driver ahead of you.

“Oh yeah,” Jamie agreed.

“Light em up, rook!” You prompted as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Really, it’s hardly gang related,” He commented.

“No matter what unit we’re in. Cops are here to enforce the law. We don’t get to choose what laws we enforce,” You reminded, “Light em up!”

He quickly compiled and as soon as the car pulled up, you told Jamie.

“You contact and I’ll watch your twenty,” You stated and he nodded in agreement.

It was a non-stop day throughout which really reflected what the job was really like. You could tell that Jamie was exhausted by the end of it all but you had a feeling that he enjoyed every single part of today. Despite all the things he learnt and saw as well. He seemed to enjoy himself and he picked up the little quirks to it easily and with practice he could be a very good detective for this unit.

Maybe you were wrong.

As you were driving back to the station at the end of the day, you were still technically in cop slash work mode but you were slightly more relaxed.

“So how was your first day?” You asked grinning.

“Eventful,” He breathed before breaking out into a smile.

“That was nothing,” You corrected, “You lucked out, That was a pretty quiet day.”

“That was your version of a quiet day?” He countered.

“In this unit, definitely,” You agreed, “You wouldn’t even believe what happened to me on the first day!”

“Why, what happened?” He asked.

“I shot someone.” You stated.

“On your first day?” He questioned, shocked.

You nodded.

“Damn,” He commented, “What happened to him?”

“He died,” You informed.

“Can’t believe I didn’t know this,” He said.

“Well, you were off at Harvard when it happened and I didn’t want to waste the little time we got to talk about something so horrible,” You confessed.

“But you still don’t talk about work much, even today.” He reminded.

“It’s a habit, I guess,” You shrugged, “I don’t really like talking about the stuff. I don’t like thinking about what I see on the job every day,”

“It’s not healthy to keep it all in though,” He persisted.

“I know but who would I talk too?” You sighed.

“You can always talk to me,” He stated reassuringly.

“I try but sometimes I just tell myself that it shouldn’t have to be your burden when it’s my choice to do this job.” You confessed.

“I’m happy to take on a couple of your burdens if it means that you are happier and that we can be more honest,” He reassured.

“Really?” You smiled.

“Really,” He confirmed, taking hold of your hand and kissing it.

Once you got back to your station, you had to wait for Jamie to get out and sign out. You also both had to fill out evaluations and reports back. You also had to wait for him to get changed. And like you had one before. You waited for Jamie by Jamie’s car which was parked up the street away from the station.

“Hey,” You smiled as soon as he saw him coming up to you.

He started jogging as soon as he made eye contact. He didn’t reply he just grabbed hold of you and kissed you, pushing you into the side of the car.

“Woah,” You chuckled as he pulled away, leaving you blushing profusely.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” He admitted with a smirk.

“Oh really?” You teased, biting your lip.

“Has anyone eve told you how attractive you are, detective?” He asked, licking his lips.

“Almost every perp I encounter,” You smirked.

He responded by kissing you again with even more force than the last time. Lifting you up slightly and then even more so you could wrap your legs around his waist,

“Jamie,” You warned, “We’re in public!”

“Just wait till we’re not,” He winked letting you down gently and opening the car door for you.