You Found Me |Sam Winchester| [2015 Wattys Winner]

20. TV Land (Part 3)

20. TV Land (Part 3)

It took me a second to gather our new surroundings. We were all dressed professional again, and judging by the noises behind me, we were in some sort of drama. I touched my face to find I donned sunglasses. But it's nighttime! Who the hell wears sunglasses at night?

I lifted up my sunglasses long enough to see we were all somehow matching: suits and blue shirts. I took in the scene going on in front of us: the caution tape, the dead guy with a stomach wound, flashing cameras, crime scene markers. We were in some sort of CSI gig.

I was the first to turn as an officer was starting to make his way to us. The boys mimicked me.

"Oh, come on," Dean complained.

"Just when you think it can't get any worse," I grumbled. "But I guess this is better than that herpes commercial we were in."

"So, what do you think?" the officer asked us. We all turned around again, back to the crime scene.

"What do I think?" Dean said heatedly. "I think go screw yourself, that's what I think."

"Uh, could you give us a sec, please?" I said sweetly. "Thanks."

The officer obliged with a nod before turning away.

"You gotta calm down," Sam told Dean.

"Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night." Dean yanked them off. "You know who does that? No-talent douchebags."

"Aren't you the critic," I deadpanned.

"I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's, like, three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here—oh shut up."

"Please explain to me how you have any free time to watch any TV."

"Hey," said Sam. He took off his sunglasses. I didn't know why I still kept mine on, so I ridded myself of them.

"What?"

"Check out sweet tooth over there."

The officer we'd just talked to was sucking away on a lollipop. I remembered one of the Trickster's M.O.s: he had a big thing for sweets.

"Think that's him?" asked Dean.

"Just, um, follow my lead," said Sam.

We followed Sam to the crime scene tape, all putting on our stupid sunglasses again as we're allowed under. I had an easier time slipping under compared to the boys thanks to my height. We headed straight for the body.

"You, uh, you okay?" the officer asked.

"Yeah," Dean answered. "What do we got?"

The officer knelt beside the body. "Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck, he has what appears to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat."

Dean pulled off his sunglasses and pulled out a flashlight so he could take a closer look. Sam and I both took off our sunglasses also.

"Well I say, jackpot," he said dramatically. I held back a scoff so I wouldn't lose it.

The officer snorted in amusement. Sam put his glasses back on.

"Also, there is a stab wound to the lower abdomen," the officer reported, pointing his lollipop at the wound.