Moving On (Destiel)

28: We'll see about that

Many emotions went through him within only a few seconds, but what stayed was one Dean needed some moments to identify: Betrayal. He didn't know why, but he felt betrayed. 

But by whom? By Jody, because she had never mentioned her occupation? Or Sam, cause he had gotten that contact because of him?

Or of himself, because he hadn't spotted the danger sooner? Because he had to have been so goddamn oblivious?

So that's what the bad feeling in his gut had been about. Jody Mills was a dangerous woman. He had to be careful from now on. He couldn't believe he had been in such a close contact with the police all along. If she had known all this time... if only he had known...

"Hey, Dean, long time, no see. How are you?"

Dean forced a smile. "I'm absolutely great, 'cause I haven't just been in a police station for several hours, waiting for my sentence to be spoken so that I can return to my brother, waitin' for me. Thanks for asking, how about you?"

Jody grimaced and came closer. The other officers left the room for now, closing the door, but Dean knew they weren't gone for good. This room was most likely to be another overheard interrogation room.

At least he wasn't tied to some table. His hands hadn't fully recovered yet.

"Where is Sam right now?"

"What is that your business?"

Maybe he should be a little more respectful with her, with police officers in general. But he was just pissed off, hungry, and tired. Not the best combination. Even just one of those could cause serious anger issues.

"Did you leave him home alone?"

Dean knew he had to answer; they'd find out anyway. He was suddenly glad that he hadn't allowed Sam to stay with Jess for tonight. His brother had begged for it, but after their last encounter Dean had been suspicious of Jody, and convinced Sam to meet another friend.

What a wise instinctive decision that turned out to be. He could rely on his gut feeling.

"Wouldn't do that. He's with a friend. Although, by now, he has probably walked home." He emphasized the "walked". Jody did not need to know that Sam would have walked either way, and it felt good in a perverted kind of way to guilty trip her for holding him up so long.

"So, Dean." She pulled a chair and sat down. Dean didn't follow her lead. He didn't move, only kept her in his eyes. "We know of your father. He wasn't the one you spoke to. So, who was it?"

Dean froze, his hands balling to fists. They'd either done well research while he had waited for Hendrickson to come back, or they had known all along. But if they had known... why would they let John alone? He was a criminal.

"You gonna turn him in?"

"Who was the person you spoke to?"

"A family friend. Now, you gonna turn him in?"

"You called him 'dad'."

That wasn't a question, so Dean didn't feel obligated to answer.

"Why did you call him 'dad'?"

"He's like a father to me – because my real, blood-related father doesn't meet the requirements. Which you know of, obviously. So, you're gonna turn him in or just let him get wasted in piece?"

"There is a case against him. You know what he did, do you?"

Dean remained silent.

"Your father used to inhabit one of the leading positions in the drug mafia. Then, after what happened to your brother and your mother, he didn't give up the drugs, but his role as a drug boss. As far as we know, he didn't sell but took the drugs instead. With which he lost any ability to keep your family together."