Hold me? (A Lydia Martin x Dean Winchester fanfic)

(Chapter 3) The Reveal

"Sam?" I asked, putting the phone in my pocket before grabbing our cups to wash them out. "Yeah?" He asked. I set the cups in the strainer, dried my hands, and turned around. "What do you think...." I paused and set my lips in a hard line. I had to swallow the lump in my throat. "Crowley did with Dean?" I looked him straight in the eyes. It was a stupid question. But Sam wouldn't think it was stupid, because in his eyes I see the same question buried. I find myself looking at the floor.

"Listen, Lydia. Whatever Crowley did with Dean, we're gonna figure it out. He's not gonna get away with this. Not on my watch." I look up at him and find he's still sitting but facing me now. "Because you told me yourself, I should try..." His eyes were becoming moist and his stare lingered. I smiled with the best smile I could, at the man who I've come to love as a brother and who won't give up, not even for a night. I grabbed his hand softly, sitting back down before resting my head on his upper arm.

He went back to reading.

~Police station~

We entered the police station with a middle-aged officer, short compared to Sam. The car ride wasn't long but I was still exhausted. I looked around as I followed Sam, keeping my hands to myself. With a building full of men you wanna keep your hands to yourself.

"Appreciate you coming down, agents. But I'm afraid you may have just cost Uncle Sam a tank of gas.." The officer sighed. "Really? Why's that?" I asked. "You came up here to investigate Drew Neely's murder, right?" He looked at us, "Yes." Sam nodded. "Problem is, no one's certain it was a murder at all." He said, "Okay, then what are we dealing with here? A suicide?" Sam asked. "A man who murdered his loved ones? Probably." I said with a light sigh, knowing that wasn't the case.

We get walked to his office, there's a police computer and other policy things. With Stiles's dad being a sheriff I know a few things.

~I wonder how he's doing in college?~ I'll have to call him after this.

Assuming the computer was first I got to it, Sam and the officer following. He sat down and started clicking.

"Could be self-defense, more likely. Uh, the surveillance footage was corrupted. Our techies finally managed to clean up the file. Hold on a sec now..." He pulls up a video, "That John Doe right there is the one you want to keep your eye on." He pointed at the man in the camera who was holding a magazine, all he could see was his back. When he turned my breath hitched, but I quickly composed myself. It could wait till the car. "Son of a bitch." Sam exhaled. I couldn't tell if he was relieved or troubled.

The officer didn't seem to notice.

"Watch. Okay, now, porn guy's just minding his own business. And there's Drew Neely. See the knife?" He points to a knife Drew slid from his sleeve, "Yeah." Sam nods. "That's intent right there. Now watch this." Drew jumps Dean in the surveillance footage and Dean has the advantage before instantly killing Drew, the First Blade in Dean's hand.

I step away to close my eyes and breath.

"Looks like a cutlass or something. I don't know what the hell this is. Problem is, we don't know if this guy's a hero or a psychopath." I opened my eyes, putting back on my FBI facade. "That's usually what they call an anti-hero," I said.

The Officer stopped the tape and was standing now, Sam in the chair. "If you don't mind, we'll take it from here," I said with a gesture for him to leave.

He nods and leaves with a sigh.

"What is it?" I asked, looking over his shoulder. "Dean. The picture they're uploading to the wires isn't your everyday picture." He said. I frowned and looked at the paused video. Instantly, my stomach fell and I put my hand on Sam's shoulders to steady myself. His eyes were black. I felt my blood run cold and I could only spit out one name.