Concussions, Coffee, Confessions

Soulmates

Honestly, Gabriel would've thought that this shift wasn't going to get much worse. He'd been busting his ass, and he was too underpaid for this sort of bull shit.

He shoved a hand through his hair before looking over at his boss. "I don't need to go to the ER. She rage plowed into my car."

Sam walked up to the scene. "My client called me. I'm her lawyer. Can someone explain what happened?"

Gabriel blinked, looking up- and up some more- at the tall suited man. "...your client is under arrest for attempting to kill me. With a car."

"She... tried to kill you. Becky are you insane?"

Becky glared from where she was handcuffed. "Don't call me that! I'm not insane- and he was giving me a ticket!"

"...Ma'am, you really should use your right to remain silent." Gabriel shook his head as the ambulance pulled up.

"Well, you're going to the hospital, Gabriel, as is she." His boss told him.

Sam shook his head. "I am so sorry. I will make sure she serves her term." He glared at Becky.

"You're supposed to represent ME. Not him!" Becky scowled, and Gabriel shook his head only for the world to spin. He started to fall.

Sam catches him. "Hey... Whoa whoa. Easy."

"Ahh..." Staring at him, Gabriel grabbed at the taller man's shoulders. "I.... gorgeous?" He was gorgeous, but Gabriel was having issues focusing.

Sam blinked. "Uh... Thank you?"

"Sam? The hell are you doing here?" Dean asked, hurrying over with his med bag in his uniform.

"Dean. You're a firefighter. Why are you here. I'm here because of Becky..."

"We're here because we got called." Dean shook his head, moving to look over the man who was now clearly unconscious. "And the paramedics are all out on a massive accident so they got the next best thing- me."

"Can you help him. I think he might have a concussion or something."

"Of course." Dean assured his brother, getting the shorter man laid out on the backboard and a neck brace on him. "What happened?" He asked another cop as he started his exam.

"Becky rammed her car into him. He's small... so he could have a lot of damage... just... make sure he's okay for me Dean?"

"He's going to the hospital. Mostly bruises, but I'm thinking you're right on the concussion." Dean told Sam as the man groaned, half heartedly.

"What do we do about her though?"

"She's got to go and get a checkover too." The cop who was there told them. "I'll take her in."

"Becky... why did you ram your car into an officer."

"He was going to give me a ticket!" She told him again, glaring as the hunky firefighter loaded the short guy to be taken to the hospital.

"So you RAN into him? You are going to get JAIL time Becky! You just made your situation WORSE."

She sulked, huffing as she looked at him. "He told me he wasn't going to give me his number..."

"First of all, he's not your type. And second, you have to pay for his medical bills or I'll let them take you to prison."

"...Fine." She huffed, shaking her head. "I'll take care of his medical stuff, and I'll apologize."

"Good. Alright Officer. Take her to the hospital."

"Of course." He slipped the lawyer a paper before leaving.