Endless || Dan Howell x reader (sequel to Unbroken)

Seventeen~

-3RD POV-

Dan kept going over the conversation he had on the phone, trying to memorize every single detail. He couldn't leave out a thing when he told Detective Novak, every little element would bring them one step closer to finding (y/n) and Winnie.

There was hope. Nothing was definite, but there was a little tinge of something in the back of Dan's mind saying there was hope.

Dan could barely mask his excitement, a big smile was plastered on his face as he ran out of the hospital, abandoning the lukewarm coffees he bought for himself and Phil. Just the thought of seeing his wife and daughter again was enough to make him happy.

The frigid December air brushed against Dan's skin, sending violent shivers down his spine. His breath started turning to clouds in front of him as he descended the stairs outside the sickly building. The brunet quickly waved down a taxi and slipped into the backseat, undeniably eager to get to the police station. His stomach was turning inside him as they drove away.

Dan stared out the window at the passing scenery, watching the snow covered awnings above coffee shop windows and the people out walking; despite the below zero degree weather, there were dozens all bundled up in their hats, scarves and three layers of clothing.

Oh, how Dan envied them. Absentmindedly strolling around the city, buying toys for their small children, sitting in crowded cafés with their lovers. Until he knew that his wife and daughter were alive and well, he wouldn't truly be at ease; even knowing the police were doing, according to the chief, "everything they could", didn't calm Dan at all.

The brunet suddenly remembered he had disappeared without a warning from the hospital. Pulling his phone from the pocket of the faux leather jacket he had on, Dan quickly typed a text and sent it to Phil, letting him know where he was. Phil read the message but didn't respond, which Dan took as a "Yeah, I figured. I'll be here then." from the older man.

And in no time at all, the taxi driver pulled up outside the police station.

Dan payed the fare, rolling his eyes at how expensive it was, but handed the driver the money none the less. Just as Dan stepped out of the car, the driver sped away before he had a chance to shut the door. Ignoring the bizarreness of the situation, he turned on his heel and walked into the station.

The man sauntered into the police station, taking a brief second too look around before continuing on. Dan passed the front desk, completely oblivious to the stares he was getting from the office workers and police officers on his way. One woman nudged the man beside her, pointing towards Dan and whispering something unintelligible.

Dan swiftly turned a corner, peering at the doors he passed in search for one specific door. At last, he found what he was looking for.
A determined look on his face, he balled his fists and stood outside the door, eyes scrolling over the text on the silver plaque.

"Detective Castiel Novak"

Dan slowly lifted is hand, placing his knuckles on the wooden panel; before he could knock, however, he felt two hands grip is upper arms, rendering him unable to move.

"Wha-what the fuck? Let me go!" Dan struggled against the two officers keeping death grips on his arms. The men dragged Dan between them, ignoring the man's questions as they continued walking back the way they came.

Just the officers were about to turn a corner, Dan caught a glimpse of the detective he was searching for. Somehow, Dan managed to scuffle out of their hands, only to be held back again as he shouted at Novak.