Blood, Guts, and Transformers (Sam Witwicky X Reader)

Complications and Unwanted Developments

-SAM WINCHESTER'S POV-

Papers were strewn all about the conference table, notes written on each page about the video surveillance tape and the like. Sam was deep in thought, frozen as he stared at the black-eyed demon that seemed to stare right through the video camera and at him. He was confused, worried, and most of all, undoubtedly pissed off. Why would demons take Dean? Granted, it was Dean, but why would they show up to take him during the battle between the Autobots and Decepticons? Obviously, people wouldn't be paying attention to them, but the timing was too convenient for Sam's liking.

Rewinding the tape, Sam watched it once more, his chest tightening with a protective anger as he watched Dean get shoved into the van. His face was a mixture of shock, anger, and something else Sam couldn't quite recognize. Was it fear? Pain? Shutting his laptop, Sam sighed, rubbing his face. Deep down, he knew he needed to get onto delivering what he had found to Will, but how was he going to keep the demon thing a secret? Tell him that the guy the demon was possessing had some sort of fixation to colored contacts? Although, it would seem plausible to a man who had no idea of the things that lurked at night.

A knocking on the door caught his attention, and William walked in, his brown eyes hopeful as he asked.

"Did you find anything?"

Sam perked up and arranged his papers, replying.

"Yeah, I did. So get this: The van was registered to a Michael Moore. When I looked him up in the system, this came up."

Sam handed the paper to Will, and Will read it to himself out loud.

"Junior Programmer with a degree in computing...has a history of violent and severe mood swings, and he grew up in an upper-class neighborhood with his mother. Apparently, his father left when he was young...and he had a fixation on colored-contacts."

Will handed the paper back, asking.

"Ok, so we have a psychopath with a sad past. Why do you think he nabbed Dean?"

Sam bit his lip before shrugging.

"Well, most psychopaths don't usually have a way they choose their victims. They just victimize whoever catches their eye. I think that maybe Michael snapped, and Dean was there at the wrong location at the wrong time."

Will hummed before glancing to the other papers.

"Well, what about the accomplices? Did you find anything on who they might be?"

"No. There isn't a clear frame with their faces on it. Michael's was the only one that thought to look around."

Will cursed before declaring, walking out.

"I'll make sure to have the guys run the plate and search for the vehicle. Good work, Sam!"

Sam huffed before running a hand through his hair. At least he bought the contact thing...but how was he going to explain this all to (Y/n)? She didn't know everything just yet, and Sam frankly didn't want to include her in the life any more than she already was. Even just telling her was bad. Sighing, Sam's shoulders slumped before he jolted at the sound of Castiel's voice, his knee hitting the table.

"Sam, I have news."

"Jesus, Castiel..."

Sam took a calming breath before leaning towards Castiel, his eyes expectant.