Dimming of the Light

2

James Frampton rolled in, clicking his heels along the way like he was something more than the rest of us. "I've got something new. I think you're gonna like it" he toothed, pretending not to gleam at this advancement. Everything had been slow for a while, nothing piquing our interests. No serial killers, psychos or lunatics. Not any that had exposed themselves anyway. A case file slapped down on the table. "Four confirmed kills so far, assault, theft, even grave robbing. The whole nine yards" I pick up the file, weighted with photos and information. 

I could hardly make out the man with the quality of the low-level security camera. But I could see he was tall, extremely. The top of the page spelled "Sam Winchester", aged in his thirties. And next to him, his brother Dean. Slightly shorter, lighter. They made quite an impressive duo, I could already tell. 

James coughed. "Yeah?"

"You done lookin?"

"Um, yep" Something was bugging me about the Winchesters, like a shitstorm was on it's way.

"So they're murderous brothers?" I ask

"Yep. Both in their thirties, both big, bulky men. They've been hard to photograph, they probably have adept  hacking skills. They've been travelling across the country, laying low, making a ruckus here and there. They're random, though. They don't have a specific routine, not like most of the guys we handle, and we can't predict their next move."

"So a challenge then?" I light up 

"I think so, Cas"