Set Fire To My Heart

Chapter 2: A Day In the Life

"Back in black, I hit the sack. I've been too long. I'm gla -"

Dean groans, turning the alarm off on his phone and dropping it on the mattress beside him. He lets out a big yawn and rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he shuffles out of bed, making his way to the kitchen to get a mug of hot, life-saving nectar. Allowing his mind to wander, he sets his coffee pot up and starts to feel more and more awake already with a low hum of excitement about starting his day.

He hasn't been at the station long, and he hasn't gotten a chance to go out on any exciting runs yet, only a few traffic accidents here and there, but he could already say that he, Dean Winchester, loves his job. He enjoys screwing around with the other guys and keeping the rigs clean, neat, and maintained. He had enjoyed his training and was happy the guys at the station seemed to welcome him pretty quickly, considering he was the resident rookie there. Yeah, being a firefighter was going to be awesome.

He grins a sleepy grin to himself as the coffee maker's sudden silence pulls his attention, and he grabs his steaming mug and makes his way towards the bathroom. He stops on the way to turn on his sound system and nods to himself as the tune of Led Zeppelin fills the space.

Humming along, Dean goes about his morning routine before a shift, packs his duffle, quick shower, brush teeth, and before he knows it, he's standing in the middle of his living room in his duty t-shirt and pair of worn jeans. Turning off the sound system, he does a quick check for his phone, keys, and wallet before grabbing his travel mug of coffee and his duffle.

The drive to the station is a pretty quick one, luckily. It gives Dean some time to pick up donuts for the crew if he feels like it, and today he does. He taps his thumb against the wheel of the Impala as he pulls into his usual place. Dean puts his order in the drive-thru, and before he knows it, he's pulling into the station with treats for the guys, ready and eager to start his day.

Dean strolls into the station, through the lobby. He passes through the kitchen and into the dayroom with his bag slung over his shoulder. He lets out a sharp whistle as he sets the box down on the table in the middle of the room. "Yo, breakfast, guys!" He yells, setting his stuff down next to the table before giving his mug a refill and begins straightening up the area and putting things away from the night before. He likes to keep busy, in general, but Dean doesn't want the other guys thinking he's a slacker or not a team player, he worked his ass off for this job, and he was going to continue to do just that, so, he busies himself with the morning chores.

"Thanks for the food, Dean." Aaron greets him as he comes from the direction of the dorm. Aaron takes a seat at the table, and he bites into his breakfast. Dean nods and smiles back at him as he finishes putting the last plate away.

"Hey, no problem, man. I had some extra time on my way in, and I figured you'd guys would be hungry," he shrugs, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. Aaron nods and continues to eat his food in appreciative silence. Dean thinks Aaron's a cool guy, laid back, and doesn't mind having a beer with him after a shift.

"You owe me twenty dollars, Winchester," his other co-worker and Lieutenant's, Benny, creole accent pulls his attention toward the same direction that Aaron had entered. Dean grins, raising an eyebrow. He is quickly becoming someone Dean was learning from, and they got along really well.

"No..." Dean says, rhetorically.

Benny nods in reply, a small smirk stretching across his face.

"There is no way you were able to..." Just as Dean's about to finish his sentence, Garth joins them, a smudged phallic shape plastered on his forehead. Dean's eyes widen as he holds down the bubble of laughter from coming up.

"Oh, is there a Boston cream in there?" Garth asks, making his way to the pastry box.

Dean snorts, snapping his hand over his mouth in hopes that Garth doesn't hear and looks back to Benny, who seems surprisingly collected. He shakes his head, pulling out his wallet, and holding a twenty-dollar bill out to Benny.

Benny takes it with a nod and a wink and makes his way to the refrigerator.

Allowing himself one small chuckle, Dean takes a seat across from Aaron at the dining table and takes a sip of his coffee. It wasn't just the work that he liked, he genuinely enjoyed his crewmates, and they made the job that much more enjoyable and worthwhile.

"Hey, Dean?" Garth chirped. "Did you just drop this receipt for the... Pleasure Zone? What's the..." his eyes widen in realization. Aaron starts laughing, rushing over to pull the receipt out of Garth's hand.

"You have a dick on your forehead, by the way," Aaron informs him before studying the piece of paper.

"What?!" Garth gapes, rushing to a mirror on the other wall.

Dean's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline as he pulls out his wallet. "I, uh."

"Hey man, what you do, or watch, on your own time is your deal. No judgment, but I didn't take you for a tentacle guy," Aaron laughs, making his way back over to the table as Garth rejoins them, scrubbing a washcloth over his forehead.

"Tentacles, huh?" Benny chuckles. "That's the Japanese cartoon porn stuff, isn't it?"

Dean shakes his head, taking the paper from Aaron. "Hey, it's called hentai, okay?" He clarifies, stuffing the receipt back in his wallet. "And it's an art form," he chuckles, putting his wallet away. "For the record, that shop is my go-to. It's well-run. It's always clean, the staff is nice, and if they don't have something in stock, they can special order it for you, and it normally gets there pretty quick," Dean nods.

"Dean, did you just give us your Google review of your favorite sex shop?" Aaron deadpans.

"You bet your ass I did," Dean grins, pushing up from the table. "Five stars, bitches." Dean pumps his fist in the air as he grabs his bag and makes his way to the dorm, smirking at the chorus of his crew's laughter.

Dean takes his time putting his stuff away and sets up his gear, hoping he'll finally see some action and get to use it. He listens to the chatter of the station and watches his co-workers as they come and go. Maybe, just maybe, he'll get to go on a real run this shift and get to show them what he can do.