So that's the story of how I met my hunting partner. In case you wondered Dean and I forgave each other, as we always do. And now we're jumping 2 years forward. We're currently jumping to the end of the year 2005.
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Rachel and I were in the car singing to the Sugababes - wannabe. We were driving to Jericho, California. Because we had heard some rumours that something was going on there. It was the perfect excuse to take my new car out for a ride. It was a black Chevrolet corvette Z06 and I was very proud of it. I had put some time in it to make it perfect. I had made an secret trunk for the weapons and I had given the motor a boost. Now I was racing on the deserted highway. This car was the most perfect thing ever. I loved every inch of it.
"Slow Down!" I heard Rachel say
"Why?" I asked her
"Because In 10 miles there are people, probably cops" she said. I immediately slowed down. A few minutes later we slowly but surely passed a bridge. There were a few people checking out a car.
"Pull over" commanded Rachel.
"Yes Sir" I said jokingly. I parked on the side of the road, while Rachel was looking through fake IDs.
"Today we are going to beeee.... uhhmmm .... Federal Marshals" she said while grabbing her fake badge. She grabbed another one and threw it at me. I caught it and put it the pocket of my jacket. I stepped out of the car and adjusted my sunglasses. Rachel came to stand beside me.
"Ready miss Wheater?" she said with a smile. This was Rachel's favourite part, pretending to be someone you're not. She was a fan of acting. And lying. But mostly acting.
"Well you know me, I'm always up for doing something stupid" I always felt really nervous when we did these kind of things. I mean we didn't knew who were there. If the real marshals were already there, we would be in serious trouble. My favourite part was the real hunting. It was fun and you couldn't get in trouble for it (if you did it right). I took a deep breath as we started walking to the cops.
"Hi we are Caroline Wheater" Rachel said while pointing at me "and Linda Black, Federal Marshals" she showed her badge as I did the same.
"I'm Deputy Jaffe and that's Deputy Hein" he said nodding to the man looking around in the car. Rachel started to ask questions while I was distracted by something. I thought I heard an car approaching. But not just any car, an impala. I shook my head. I'm probably hearing things again.
"So what's the theory?" I asked
"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" Deputy Jaffe said. Rachel started laughing. I was about to shoot her a stop-that look, when I got distracted.
"Let's Go" I heard a voice say. A voice who sounded just like Deans. I quickly looked around and there he was. He is coming this way with someone else. Is that ... Sam?! I thought he quit hunting?
"Thanks for your time" I said politely to the deputies "Here is my number. If you have any new leads please call me" They nodded and turned to go further with their investigation. I started to walk towards Sam and Dean. Jesus! Could Sam become even taller! Then something hit me, it was way more fun to mess with them.
I turned to Rachel "Could you go to the 2 guys walking over there and ask them who they are, arrest them and bring them to the car?" She looked at me like I was a crazy person.
"You remember when I told you about my old friends Sam and Dean Winchester?" I asked Rachel
"Yeah" she said.
"I want to prank them and that's why you need to walk over to the 2 guys over there, arrest them and bring them to the car" I explained.
A smile grew on her face and she nodded. "Great! I will wait by the car. They can't recognize me otherwise the prank won't work" I said excited. She smiled again before putting her game face on. I quickly walked past them and went over to the car to lean on the hood. I crossed my arms and watched as Rachel approached them.
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