Unnatural- Dean Winchester

Pilot

Sam and Alcine were sitting in the car at a gas station, waiting for dean to get back from the shop. 'Hye, you want breakfast?' Dean comes up. 'Yes please' alcine answers with a smile as she takes the chips from his hands and kisses his cheek getting back in the passengers seat of the car while Sam answers with a simple 'No, thanks.'

'So you and dad still running credit scams?' he asks looking at all the different cards Dean and Al have.  ' Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro  ball career' Dean shoots back.  Dean puts the nozzle back on the pump.

'Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards.' Al answers instead of Dean, winking at Sam. 'Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?' he asks the duo with a smirk.

Sam swings his legs back inside the backseat of the car and closes the door. 'Uh, Burt Aframian.' Dean gets into the driver seat and puts his soda and chips down passing another soda to Al.  'And his son Hector and his partner Kelly Johnson, Scored three cards out of the deal.'

Sam laughs at his brothers antics 'sounds about right'. 'I swear,man. You gotta update your cassette tape collection' looking at dean. 'Why' The eldest anwers looking at Sam as if he's insane.

'Well for one, they're cassette tapes' Sam starts 'And two, Black Sabbath, Motörhead, Metallica. It's the greatest hits of the mullet rock'

Dean turns to Sam with a grin. 'Well, house rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.' Al looks at dean with raised eyebrows 'But i'm shotgun. You know i'm not shutting my cake hole' she says with attitude, 'besides i want the pussycat dolls'. Dean looks at her with a smile but still says 'You may be pretty, but my music is sweeter'. With that  he starts the car and his cassette tape.

'You know ,''Sammy'' is a chubby 12-year-old. It's Sam, okay?' Sam tells his brother.

To which Deans turns up the volume 'Sorry, can't hear you. Music's too loud' smirking and driving away.

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While driving to Jericho Alcina decides to do some research. She ends her call and looks to the brothers. 'All right, so there is no one matching John at the hospital or the morgue, that's good news right' she says turning to the brothers with a big smile. 'That means he's alive and well, phew'

'Hye, check it out'. Dean says. Alcina looks up to see what he's talking about, seeing a bridge that's cut off by the police, and a whole team working on something, her guesses, probably a new murder. Dean parks baby by the side of the road to get a better view. 

'Hye dean-o let's use those badges huh?' Alcina suggest. To which he rolls his eyes but still takes them out of his glove department. He opens the door with a 'Let's go'.  The other two comply getting out of the car to do some hunting.

They walk over to where the police are talking by a car way too clean letting the three hunters know it's definitely a job for them.

--  Alcina POV--

We walk over to see the police talking. Sam and Dean are not looking suspicious at all. man, how did they not die yet?  Dean looks fine though...

'no sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean.' One officer says

To which the other officer asks 'So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?' ouch.. 'Yeah' the other confirms. 'How's Amy doing?'

'She's putting up missing posters downtown.' Double ouch..

Then Dean decides to speak up. 'You fellas had another one like this last month, didn't you?' walking closer to the officer, Sam and me following, looking at the car.