Random Supernatural RP, Part 1

Chapter 8

Sean: *At the scene already, gathering stuff. Already appears to have a vial of blood some how.*

Dean: *Pulls the Impala up, and gets out.* Jen, I think that it would be better for you to wait here in the car."

Mrs. A: I agree. *Smiles.*

Dean: Great. I hope that he doesnt do something stupid. *Saw Sean. Walks over.* What do we got here?

Sean: One dead man; soon to be three if you dont get the fuck out of here.

Dean: *Groans.* Look, we just want to take care of whats going on here, protect people, and then well leave when were sure that the monsters killing people are down for the count!

Sean: *Glares.* You were at the apartment, werent you.

Sam: *Manages to keep his face straight.*

Dean: *Also kept his face straight.* Yeah, but I dont see why that should concern you. After all, you arent staying there anymore. Can we just do our jobs now?"

Sean: What the hell makes you think Im not staying there anymore? *Angry.*

Sam: *Looks at him with a confused look on his face.* Arthur said that he kicked you out."

Sean: He always does that when hes mad; doesnt mean he hates me enough to permanently shut me out."

Sam: Alright. *Remembers all the times that he left Dean, and then returned. Remembered that some of those times it had been Dean that had kicked him out.* I understand."

Dean: Lets get to work. Any witnesses?"

Sean: I told you to get lost."

Dean: *Angry. Goes to get in Seans face, but Sam holds him back.* And weve told you more than once that if you cooperate, the sooner that well leave!"

Sam: *Notices that Artie is coming over.*

Sean: *Perks up. Smiling as he sees Artie.* Artie! *Runs over and checks to make sure hes ok.* Youre ok? Saraid said you got sick. I dont think you should be out so soon."

Artie: Its fine. It was probably the meds. What are those asses doing here?"

Sean: I was just getting rid of them.

Sam: Great, here comes his boss. Maybe I should just tell him a white lie about whats going on. Sir, your employee is just upset that we, my partner and I, (part of the FBI) are here investigating. We have told him multiple times that his cooperation will assist us in capturing the unsub, and that the sooner that the unsub is apprehended, the sooner that well leave. He has been somewhat uncooperative the entire time that weve been here, and we really dont want to put him in custody for infringement on the ongoing investigation."

Artie: *Kicks Sam quickly.*

Larson: *Looks confused.*

Artie and Sean: *Look at each and snicker.*

Larson: *Shakes his head.* "What are you two up to now? I thought you were sick, Artie."

Artie: I got better?

Dean: Artie here has been cooperative, but his, um, partner hasnt been that willing to help."

Artie: Me and my partner are a team. Whatever blame he takes, I take."

Larson: *Irritated.* Look, Im tired of you two coming here to harass my workers. I havent even seen proof that you really are agents.

Dean: *Pulls out his badge.*

Sam: *Does as well.*

Dean: Heres our badges. Agent Bryan."

Sam: Agent Nicks. *Pulls out his cell phone, and calls Bobbys FBI Agent Williss phone, but then remembers that Bobbys dead and that his house is gone. Quickly calls Garths FBI cell phone instead.*