season 2 of supernatural - dean winchester
the colt is gone and john is dead, leaving haven, dean and sam to pick up the pieces and kill the yellow eyed demon themselves. the hunters have to rely on each other and bobby to make it through when the...
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chapter thirteen ~ the usual suspects
at the motel
The SWAT team creeped around the City Centre motel building and up the stairs, turning corners and walking down halls until they reached the room they were looking for, positioning themselves on both sides of the frame. They stopped and surrounded the door, counting down before bursting in with impact and raising their guns at the two hunters that stood in the room with their hands now above their heads.
An older blonde woman lowered her gun as she approached the duo in front of her, "Going somewhere, Sam? Haven?" The two exchanged a looked before sighing at the situation they had found themselves in.
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Haven sat in a chair in one of the filing rooms at the police station. She fiddled with her rings and fingers as she looked out a window beside her with blinds, to the red brick of the next building over.
She heard the door click open and turned her head to see the blonde woman that has arrested the two the night before. The woman passed Haven a small smile before placing a coffee cup down in front of the witch, "Thought you might be thirsty."
"I'm guessing you're the good cop then? So tell me, where's the bad cop? And where the hell is Sam and Dean?" Haven asked.
Diana unbuttoned her sleeves, "The bad cop is with you're boyfriend, he is your boyfriend, correct? And I just finished talking to Sam, he's in the next room over."
Haven nodded, "And may I ask why you're holding us here?"
"Well, Dean is being held for suspicion of murder, but you and Sam? I have yet to decide," She told the brunette.
"Murder?" Haven leaned forward on the table, genuine confusion laced her features.
Diana let a small laugh pass her lips, "Sam had the same reaction. I'm guessing you two planned this little acting scheme of yours?"
Haven huffed a laughed, "You tell me, who was he supposed to have murdered?"
"We'll get to that, but you shouldn't question it after what happened in your previous home town of St. Louis," Diana took a seat at the table across from Haven. "Shouldn't your supposed boyfriend be dead? And tell me, why did you suddenly drop off the grid to travel with them after you, yourself were tortured by him?"
Haven's expression dropped, "How do you know all that?"
Diana passed her a sly look and pulled out a file, "I know a lot about you, Haven Grace Emerson. You're 24 years old, no job, current address, or any living relatives - real or adopted. Your adoptive parents, Scott and Lily Emerson died the night your family cabin home caught fire, but the investigation showed no signs of foul play. Your real parents don't even exist, it's as if no checked into a hospital or gave birth to you at all. You dropped off the grid until you were about 15? Everyone thought you died that night too. But, you then started to attend high school in Louisiana under the name Haven Gerard, an unknown name at first but was found to belong to a Marcellus Gerard. Then you eventually went to Cornell to study psychology for a year then dropped back off the grid. Feel free to jump in whenever you like." Haven just raised her eyebrow at the woman then crossed her arms.
