Meet the Winchesters

Hook Man

You and Dean were sitting at a table at an outdoor café in a town in Iowa, you think it was called Cedar Rapids. Dean was working on Sam's laptop, looking for any sign of your father, and new cases in the area. You were enjoying your cappuccino, looking over Dean's shoulder, making sure he didn't miss any information, occasionally pointing out a detail or news story that he passed. Sam was using a payphone a yard or two away from the table and had just hung up. He was walking back to the table now.

"Did you see the bit about how the body was upside down?" you ask, pointing to a sentence about half-way down the article.

"Yes, I did," Dean grumbles, then he sees Sam coming, so he looks up from the laptop and grins, "Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis."

"Bite me," Sam replies, sitting down next to you, grabing his fancy coffee and taking a sip.

"Anything?" you ask, placing your coffee on back on the table and looking at your younger brother.

Sam shakes his head, "I had 'em check the FBI's Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe's fitting Dad's description...I even ran his plates for traffic violations."

"Sam, I'm tellin' ya, I don't think Dad wants to be found," Dean shrugs, like it was no big deal that your father was missing, "Check this out," Dean twists the laptop away from you and himself to show Sam the article you had been looking at, "It's a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about 100 miles from here."

Sam looks at the laptop, skimming the article, then he reads a sentence aloud, "The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road."

"Keep going," you encourage, leaning back, then reaching out for your coffee.

"Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible," Sam looks up from the computer and looks at you and Dean.

"Could be interesting," Dean suggests, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything?" Sam huffs, sounding skeptical, "Doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man."

"It could be. Since when do we turn away things that look even remotely suspicious?" You look at Sam pointedly, then you finish off your coffee in one long sip. You stand up and push away from the table, "You two coming?" You grab your coffee cup and throw it away in a nearby garbage can. Then you start to walk towards Baby, you glance back to see your brothers packing up the laptop and throwing away their trash. You lean on the Impala, waiting for your brothers. They join you a minute or two later, "Can I drive?"

"No," Dean says, pushing you to the side. You huff and open the back door.

"You and your damn car," you grumble, shutting the door.

"Oh, shut it," Dean says, turning around, "You love her as much as I do."

"True," you sigh and lean back against the cool leather of the seat.

"Should I leave you three alone?" asks Sam, a grin plastered across his face.

"Why?" Dean smirks, turning back around and turning on the car, 'With you here, it would make it even more kinky."

"Dean," you groan, leaning up and hitting the back of his head, "You're disgusting."

"Don't kink shame," Dean reprimands, turning the steering wheel, which in turn, moves the car away from the curb.

"I'm not," you say defensively, leaning back and putting your legs up on the seat, "I'm just saying that you're disgusting and perverted and I'm ashamed to have you as my brother."