Happy Valentine’s day! Posting a new fic that may become a verse (if there’s interest) to celebrate! Police!Officer Cas is being filmed at work (A-la: Jail Las Vegas) for a reality TV show. Meanwhile Dean is a Prostitute, not only familiar with the Strip’s booking process, but with a certain blue-eyed officer.
All suspects are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law
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“Working in booking, you can be going ‘long, having a nice smooth night, nobody giving you any problems, then suddenly, things just jump off and you have to jump off—ah, shit.”
“it’s okay,” Hannah says, though Alfie’s sure he’s not the only one who can hear the sigh in their voice. He takes the moment of reprieve where Hannah stands and heads towards Officer Donahue, talking in their calming, almost-right-near-the-edge Producer tone.
“It’s okay,” they repeat, motioning behind for a bottle of water. “You’re doing well. Just, try not to sound so scripted, we just want your natural thoughts, your gut responses.”
Donahue takes the bottle the PA—Andy offers him, skulls it like man in a desert. He wipes an arm across his mouth after, gasps. “Yeah, yeah okay.”
He looks wound up enough, here, on their…tenth, Alfie has to think for a moment—take, that’s he’s going to collapse back onto the eggshell white, jailhouse wall behind him and cry. Alife takes the second of reprieve to drop the crew camera off his shoulder, god they couldn’t bring a stand in this narrow of a hallway, risk obstructing in case of emergencies, but still his shoulder aches.
Alfie just isn’t equipped enough to deal with a crying officer of the law.
“It’s okay.” Donahue tries as Hannah hovers over him. “Nervous,’ he says. “Just nervous. Never been on TV before.”
“Never gonna be if you keep fucking up,” Alfie hears Andy mutter. He has to adjust his hold on his gear, palms getting sweaty as it takes everything in him not to laugh.
Hannah shoots them a deadpanned, but chaotic in the eyes stare. “It’s fine.” They says, but make up the wrapping up motion. Andy steps back and Alfie rights himself, hoisting the camera up, up, it clunks into position and, Alfie swears, he’s going to walk lopsided for weeks after this gig. Maybe permanently damaged.
It’s his first shot at filming TV, reality TV sure, he hadn’t expected the hours, but this is his shot. Jail Las Vegas reaches millions of TV’s and screens across the nation and Alfie’s camera is going to be showed right there in the credits.
He can’t fuck this up.
Officer Donahue doesn’t give a damn about Alfie’s career and life ambitions, but at least he doesn’t look like he’s gonna throw up.
Hannah moves out of the shot and motions Alfie forward to film. “Okay,” they say, just…take us through it again, just tell us, what your working role here is like? Do you find it, unpredictable?”
Officer Donahue takes a deep, shaky breath, stares barrel straight at Hannah before they gesture for him to look back into the camera. “Oh, alrighty, okay, working in the Clark County Detention Centre’s like—”
Alfie uses his whole upper body to center Donahue’s in frame.
“Working booking, it’s unpredictable. You can be going about your shift, having a nice smooth night—”
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 