Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 4

*flash forward two hours of driving*

Harley's POV:
*knocks on the door* "Mr.Clark, are you home?" I called out. I got no response at first then heard someone say, "He's not here."

"I can tell you're home, I saw you through curtains."

"Are you the police?" He called back. I looked over at Sam.

"No, we're here to talk about the prize you won." I heard multiple locks being messed with before he opened the door. I shoved my way through as did Sam.

"Agent Smith and Agent Nixon," I said as we flashed our badges.

"You lied about not being cops." He said in a nervous voice.

"And you lied about not being home." I raised my eyebrow.

"What do you want?" He huffed, leaning on his couch.

"We're here to talk about prom night." Sam stated.

"I don't know anything about it," he replied "can you leave now."

"Nope," I blurred out "not that easy to get rid of us."

"We know you were there," Sam said.

"Look I don't know anything, fuck off-" he said, I cut him off mid-sentence.

"No, you fuck off. You KNOW what happened that night. You KNOW who killed her and you KNOW what her name is. If you continue to not cooperate with me I will have no choice but to take you into custody, read you your rights, that you do not deserve, and we will go to court. Where I will make sure that every tear you cry, every drop of blood that pours from your pathetic body will never amount to the days you'll spend in prison." I glared at him, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer. Sam stared at me, then him, then back at me.

"Her name is Carla, Carla Williams. We didn't mean to kill her. We just didn't know what to do-" he blubbered. Sam stared at him.

"How'd you do it." I interrogated him.

"Look please don't-"

"What? Are you quoting her now? Is that what she begged before you murdered a poor innocent teenager?" I spat.

"She passed out, she was drunk. We thought she was dead so we tossed her out. We freaked out.." He explained, crying. "We didn't find out until the next day that she had woken up and walked across the highway. She was hit by the tractor trailer and she died. That's all I know."

"We're done here." I said, backing away from him and making my way towards the door.

"Am I going to jail?" He asked.

"I'd much rather let you sit and rot in your own self-loathing bitterness." I said coldly before exiting with Sam.

"What was that?" Sam asked, sounding bewildered. I smiled.

"Good cop; Bad cop." I winked. He laughed, sounding shocked still.

Viper's POV:

"Where have those damn kids ran off to?" Bobby cussed, leaning back in the chair.

"They ran off to Mexico," Dean said.

"To elope." I finished. Bobby laughed, but looked aggravated at Dean and I joking around the whole time. "Who knows in all honesty." I said, to break the tension a little.

"Well I hope they keep a leveled head. That's all we need right now, is for them two to go missing." Bobby replied.

"They're smart," Dean said, laying back on the bed, "they'll be fine." He assured him. It sounded like he was assuring himself more than anything. He was worried about Sammy, whether he wanted to admit it or not. I was worried about Harley too, but I know Sam wouldn't let anything touch her, and vise-versa. I sat on the bed next to Dean and opened up my bag. I got my double barrel out and took it apart to clean it. Almost halfway through my phone rang, breaking the silence and scaring me a bit.