One Shots {Multiple Fandoms}

Dean and Castiel | Supernatural

Undercover cop Dean meets real cop Cas.. but twist is it's 1950s.
*Also fingerprints weren't until 70s I think? But I'm gonna mix them in here haha sorry if not accurate.. but hey au right? Also edited from someone else pic. I added the two destiel and the one of Cas by himself, I don't know original artist but if it's you I can @ you.*
Warning : b l o o d and g u n s and d r u g s

~Dean's POV~

I do the same thing I do every day to start my day. I get up, use bathroom, brush my teeth, eat, shower and then get dressed. Today was a normal day I had a case.

That was the kicker of this case I couldn't be myself I was in the crowd with the gang members who were selling all types of drugs. It was the first of its kind here in the US. The Men Of Letters in UK had been doing this for years.

They call it undercover.

Walking inside the bar I took my my fedora off before setting it on the bar. Instead of drinking on the job to blend in with these idiots, I ate apple pie, strawberry pie.. any type of pie. Each time the bartender gave me a different one.

My boss well the drug boss walked up to me patting my shoulder with a smirk.
"Crowley good to see you."
I said taking last bite of my blueberry pie and swallowed it.
"Hello boy."
My undercover name was Dean Smith wasn't creative but these idiots sold to many drugs to know any better.
He sat by me before moving his black trench coat and I saw the gun. The very same gun I needed for evidence to see if it matched the fingerprints at the crime scene for the murder of Meg. 

Looking away from it I looked at the short but angry man. The wind could blow wrong and he would throw a fit.
"What's the plan for today?"
He smiled before he put his finger in my empty plate trying the filling that was left on the plate.
"Oh I just need you to sell these. Luci is in California handling other business."
I took a note in my head to remember to tell my real boss this when I got back to the station later.
"Sounds good."
He slides me the bag of powder that I knew was his drugs. I been trying for months to get on his good side so I can test this. We didn't have anything much on this guy other then he said she said. Yet being in New York we've had a lot of people confess they got their drugs from King Of Hell. Yeah that was his brands name. I fought the urge to eye roll when I was told of this case.

~Castiel's POV~

I was in my police car driving it north when I saw a black impala swerve into another lane. Not many New Yorkers drove and this was why. They use to taxis or walking. Sighing I put on my lights and followed the car. As I slowed down after they pulled over I got behind them. Keeping my lights on I got my fedora on and getting out. I closed my door and walked slowly to the car to check if any lights were out. Other then the swerve indication they were drunk it looked like
a good car.

When I walked up to the window the man at the car smiled and I went to knock but they had their window down before I could.
"Hey sorry I'm off to work."
I fought an eye roll here we go. Again. Another person going to try to act sweet.
"Sir can I ask you to get out of the car?"
"Look I can't I'm really late for work—"
"I wasn't asking."
"Look if—"
He said getting out and I smiled that he listened before I noticed he seemed familiar but pushed it away. Must of been a drunk I got before. They never learn.
"Can you put your hands behind your back?"
"What? Look I really need to work and if you just let me—"
I was annoyed at the slightly taller green eyed man not listening. I took step closer and pinned him to the hood of his car.
"Aw come on Baby I'm sorry."
I scoffed now he's trying to be flirty. Doesn't work even if I met him at gay bar across town it wouldn't work.

I pinned his hands behind his back and smiled now he couldn't try to swing at me. Interesting his words didn't slur to be a drunk. Using my handcuffs I tied his hands and heard him groan.