Cas had worked with Artemis for a while now, and the first time they’d stopped for food he’d been the one to go get the food. He’d returned with a bag bulging with food, handed her what she’d wanted, and proceeded to devour three double cheeseburgers and a large fry, all the while sucking down his fresh, cold coke. He hadn’t used a single napkin, because he’d become accustomed to having to eat like some kind of animal when on the clock. Admittedly, his manners were a little rusty. There might have been some ketchup dropped. Maybe some lettuce. A fry or two.

Oh yeah, and the smeared mustard on his mouth. Either way, he had never been the one to go get the food ever since. She always came back with a mountain of napkins and gave him looks like he was some sort of freakshow. It was fair, kind of. It didn’t bother him much, anyways.

Tonight was no different, but as she returned to the vehicle he had nothing but an easy grin for her as she got into the vehicle.

"They ran out of carnitas so I hope steak is fine. Double meat and no guac, almost no veggies, just for you.

Cas took his food with a happy hum, already the aroma of the tacos wafting up to his face. He didn’t even glance at the mountain of napkins she left for him. ”I could probably eat these with no veggies, honestly.” He commented, though his tone was pleased and friendly. He was absolutely thrilled that she’d gotten his request for no guac correct. That stuff should never have been created.

He practically inhaled the tacos, though he’d stopped making the happy moans as he ate a long time ago. Apparently that was also not okay to do. He was just starting on the second taco when the radio crackled. As the call came in, Cas rushed to put his food up and, just to make Art happy, he even took one of the napkins from the pile and cleaned his hands off. ”Always right when the food starts to taste good.” He commented as he drove them out onto the street, starting up the lights and siren.

The only good thing about the pandemic was the lack of traffic. There weren’t many cars out on the streets, but even that wasn’t actually a good thing. It meant they were losing the battle. There just weren’t that many healthy people wandering around anymore. Everyone was scared. Well, most people were scared. The worst thing about the lack of activity was that people were cooped up with one another, and the nerves that everyone was experiencing often led to incidents.

Like this call, for instance. An argument sparked a fight, and now they had a stab victim on their hands. It wasn’t too far away, and the barren streets made the trip even faster. They drove through commercial streets for a handful of minutes before turning into residential. Cas saw the flash of police lights before he saw the scene - three police cars. A gaggle of onlookers. Gossips. No news. This wasn’t anything new now. Sighing to himself, Cas parked the ambulance and glanced over at Art. ”I’ll get the kit.” He told her, before unbuckling his seat belt and getting out. The kit was their field supplies. The job often included on-scene medical care, just to keep the patient stable, before they could transport. With a stab victim, the thing they’d be fighting against was the rate of blood loss. Grabbing the medical bag, Cas came around the side of the ambulance towards the passenger side.

He led the way to the small group of police, who were standing over someone lying on the ground. Never a good sight - Cas preferred the ones where the person was coherent. Frowning, Cas nodded towards one of the officers, and the group parted so he and Art could get through. Setting the kit down on the ground, Cas kneeled down.

The victim was a young man, maybe in his mid-twenties. Caucasian. Blonde hair. He was awake, staring up at Cas with unfocused eyes and clutching his gut. Cas’ gaze slipped from the man’s face down to his wound, blood soaking into the light blue fabric. Looking over at Art, Cas gave her a nod of his head. ”You wanna take lead on this patch?” He asked, digging the fabric scissors out of the bag and using them to cut the man’s shirt off of him. As the wound was revealed, it looked like a smaller blade wound, the actual wound only about an inch. But the blood was pouring out regardless, and they’d need to get that stopped.

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Cass liked Artemis, even though she made him feel like a messy baby sometimes, and seemed to think he’d exist solely on meat if he could - she wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t make it less hurtful. Mostly just left him with a bruise on his pride, though. He knew he needed someone like that in his life, but what was he supposed to do when all the women he worked with were like that? He missed the guys already.



The time between the taco break to when he was leaning over a man who’d been freshly stabbed was much too quick, making his stomach feel….unstable. He was glad when Art agreed to take over, because he was sure he was gonna puke. He wasn’t necessarily bothered by the blood or the wound itself, but there was just something about the feel of warm blood when you’d just eaten that made him wanna hurl. Thankfully, after years of looking at nasty wounds, he’d learned to ignore it. Still didn’t mean he liked it.



Cass’ gaze flicked between the man, the crowd, and Artemis as she worked. He didn’t try to take over any time she paused, letting her work through it. The man was bleeding too much. Cass dug around in their kit, grabbing packing gauze and some more heavy-duty gauze so they could wrap him up. He placed the packing gauze on the man’s chest. ”You got this. Let’s pack it and wrap it.” Cass encouraged, his voice pitched low so only she could hear him. His gaze flicked up again, peering at the faces. Even during a pandemic, strangers wanted to see what was going on. Thankfully the police were keeping them back, giving him and his partner time and space to work.

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