² Deception - Dean Winchester

Thirty-Two

Jenny and Dean stood in front of a short blonde woman, who was looking around cautiously. "So... what's it like... Being in the FBI?" Frannie asked as Jenny and Dean blew out some air, shrugging.

"Well, it's dangerous. And the secrets we've gotta keep." Dean turned to Jenny, who nodded.

"God, the secrets. But mostly it's, it's dangerous." She continued, Dean nodding along more. "So.. what happened to your manager?" Frannie sighed quietly, shaking her head.

"She killed herself." She spoke softly, Dean and Jenny's brows raising. "Well, the cops said... She dropped the hair dryer in the bath and fried herself. They should know, right?"

"Yeah. Well, thanks, Frannie, I think that's all we need." Jenny smiled, and Frannie nodded, watching the two walk away.

"Suicide? I thought this case would be more interesting." Jenny commented under her breath and Dean agreed, looking to Sam as he walked towards them.

"You got an address?" Jenny asked the young Winchester, who waved a paper to them. "Great. Let's go."

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Dean pulled up to a neighborhood surrounded by squad cars, a nervous and irritated expression crossing his face as he parked by a house. Sam looked at his paper, then to the address

"Five— this is it." Jenny very slowly turned to Sam with wide, sarcastic eyes.

"Really? Shit I thought it was that house right there." Jenny pointed to the house that wasn't surrounded by squad cars with empty seats, Sam frowning at her in annoyance.

"Fuckin' cops." Dean grumbled, ignoring Jenny's sarcastic remark to his brother.

"They're just doing their job, Dean." Jenny put her arm on the back of her seat, shaking her head.

"Yeah, well they won't do it right. They're doing a job that isn't theirs." She complained, Sam frowning again.

"Why do you guys hate cops so much?" Sam asked, Dean and Jenny turning to him again.

"Should we lost every time we've gotten arrested for being accused of murder because a monster the cops don't know exist pretended to be him?" Jenny pointed to Dean, who forced a smile. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Talk to us about this bank." Dean spoke up, changing the subject. The three got out of the car, approaching the house.

"Uh, Milwaukee National Trust. It was hit about a month ago." Sam revised, looking around cautiously.

"Same M.O. as the jewelry store?" Dean questioned, and his brother nodded.

"Yep, inside job, longtime employee, the never-in-a-million-years type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide." Jenny shrugged, looking to Sam.

"Maybe supposedly is the wrong word. Probably did kill himself so he wouldn't get thrown in the slammer."

"The guy Reznick, he was the security guard on duty?" Dean continued on with his questions as the three got closer to the house. Sam nodded.

"Yeah. He was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place." Dean shook his head as they got to the front door, Sam knocking on it a few times.