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Warnings: Sexual reference at the end
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Dean pulled the impala up to the police station where Cas was being held, both boys straightening their ties. You got out of the back, conspicuous in your jeans and leather jacket rather than a monkey suit like Sam and Dean were wearing. You watched Dean pop the trunk, tossing Sam a fake federal id and taking one himself.
“Give us ten minutes, (yn), and we’ll be back out with Cas.” Dean told you, heading inside. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the impala as both guys went in.
A few minutes later, Sam and Dean came back out, cursing. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
“They won’t release Cas to us.” Sam explained. “The officer asked what federal agents would want with a guy who stole a bottle of water.”
You smirked, going to the trunk and pulling out a fake id of your own. “You probably just didn’t ask the right way. Watch and learn, boys.” You told them, sauntering into the police station.
Inside, you strolled up to the desk where an officer sat. “Excuse me,” You said, flashing your badge. “I’m here to retrieve my partner. His name is Castiel?”
The officer looked up at you with a scowl. “I just talked to two guys about your agent a minute ago.”
“Yes, I’m sorry my subordinates didn’t make the message clear. I need that man now.”
The officer raised his eyebrow. “Why should we release him to you?”
“I’m sorry my partner stole a water bottle from your precious local gas station, but that’s no reason to hold him. He’s simply an easily distracted idiot.” You informed him.
The officer looked at your badge once again. “I must ask, Agent Carter, what is Homeland security even doing here? And why would your agent be stupid enough to steal a water bottle?”
“One, that’s federal business,. And Two, he’s a specialist. He’s kooky, but helpful when the need arises. And it has arisen now.” You said, raising your voice. “Release my partner. That’s an order, officer. Or would you like me to call in my superiors?”
Something snapped in the officer’s expression, and he stood up. “Yes, sorry ma’am. Follow me.”
The officer obviously noticed the difference between you and your ‘subordinates’ attires, but he didn’t say anything as he led you to the holding cells. Cas was sitting in the last one, starring at the wall.
“Agent Castiel.” At the sound of the officer’s voice, Cas looked up. “You are being released to your partner, Agent Carter. If I see you brought in here again though, I’m going to call Homeland Security about why their specialist feels the need to break the law.”
The cell was unlocked and Cas stepped out, eyeing you. He had probably figured out by now that it was best for him not to talk.
“He understands, officer. Have a nice day.” You nodded, taking Cas’s arm and leading him out of the station.
Sam and Dean were standing against the impala, eyes widening when they saw you drag Cas out.
“(yn), how the hell did you get him out?” Dean asked.
You smirked again. “Like I said, you just didn’t ask the right way, subordinates. Threats can go a long way.”
You all tossed the ids in the trunk, getting in the car. Dean started the engine, pulling out. “Yeah, and the officer probably had a kink for doms.” He commented gleefully.
Both you and Sam slapped the back of his head at the same time, while Cas stared on, confused yet again.
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Dean pulled the impala up to the police station where Cas was being held, both boys straightening their ties. You got out of the back, conspicuous in your jeans and leather jacket rather than a monkey suit like Sam and Dean were wearing. You watched Dean pop the trunk, tossing Sam a fake federal id and taking one himself.
“Give us ten minutes, (yn), and we’ll be back out with Cas.” Dean told you, heading inside. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the impala as both guys went in.
A few minutes later, Sam and Dean came back out, cursing. “What’s wrong?” You asked.
“They won’t release Cas to us.” Sam explained. “The officer asked what federal agents would want with a guy who stole a bottle of water.”
You smirked, going to the trunk and pulling out a fake id of your own. “You probably just didn’t ask the right way. Watch and learn, boys.” You told them, sauntering into the police station.
Inside, you strolled up to the desk where an officer sat. “Excuse me,” You said, flashing your badge. “I’m here to retrieve my partner. His name is Castiel?”
The officer looked up at you with a scowl. “I just talked to two guys about your agent a minute ago.”
“Yes, I’m sorry my subordinates didn’t make the message clear. I need that man now.”
The officer raised his eyebrow. “Why should we release him to you?”
“I’m sorry my partner stole a water bottle from your precious local gas station, but that’s no reason to hold him. He’s simply an easily distracted idiot.” You informed him.
The officer looked at your badge once again. “I must ask, Agent Carter, what is Homeland security even doing here? And why would your agent be stupid enough to steal a water bottle?”
“One, that’s federal business,. And Two, he’s a specialist. He’s kooky, but helpful when the need arises. And it has arisen now.” You said, raising your voice. “Release my partner. That’s an order, officer. Or would you like me to call in my superiors?”
Something snapped in the officer’s expression, and he stood up. “Yes, sorry ma’am. Follow me.”
The officer obviously noticed the difference between you and your ‘subordinates’ attires, but he didn’t say anything as he led you to the holding cells. Cas was sitting in the last one, starring at the wall.
“Agent Castiel.” At the sound of the officer’s voice, Cas looked up. “You are being released to your partner, Agent Carter. If I see you brought in here again though, I’m going to call Homeland Security about why their specialist feels the need to break the law.”
The cell was unlocked and Cas stepped out, eyeing you. He had probably figured out by now that it was best for him not to talk.
“He understands, officer. Have a nice day.” You nodded, taking Cas’s arm and leading him out of the station.
Sam and Dean were standing against the impala, eyes widening when they saw you drag Cas out.
“(yn), how the hell did you get him out?” Dean asked.
You smirked again. “Like I said, you just didn’t ask the right way, subordinates. Threats can go a long way.”
You all tossed the ids in the trunk, getting in the car. Dean started the engine, pulling out. “Yeah, and the officer probably had a kink for doms.” He commented gleefully.
Both you and Sam slapped the back of his head at the same time, while Cas stared on, confused yet again.
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Ehh. I don't like this one.
As always, I have never and will never own Supernatural. *cries*
Enjoy!
As always, I have never and will never own Supernatural. *cries*
Enjoy!
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I've pulled a Castiel and stole a water bottle once, too. Had to explain to my dad why I was arrested for shoplifting, and instead of grounding me, he just made fun of me for months. Better than losing my computer for a month.