Control - Dean Winchester [1]

33 ; Long Arm Of The Law

—What's your favorite color? Black (don't even try to tell me it isn't a color and that it's a shade)

—Crowley or Castiel? Castiel , but I obviously love Crowley to death

—What kind of phone do you have? iPhone 6s

—What made you watch Supernatural? I was really really into Doctor Who (my sister introduced me to it) and then she started watching Supernatural randomly and said it was really good. So I sat down with her and watched like two episodes with her. I didn't really see the big deal about it, and didn't continue watching it. Fast forward a couple months, I downloaded tumblr and Supernatural was all I ever saw so I was like 'this has to be a good show' and I sat down and actually paid attention to it and fell in love. I then finished all 10 seasons in three weeks.

*THE BEGINNING THROUGH THE MIDDLE IS PRETTY TERRIBLE SORRY :(*

Odessa didn't understand the motives of these string of robberies, seeming as they simply committed suicide hours after the deed was done. The recent suicide was Helena, an employee working at the local jewelry boutique in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She'd cleaned out the display cases and safe where Edgar, the night watchman, discovered her, but she somehow managed to grab his gun and fatally shoot him in the face. Now, this wasn't anything surprising, stuff like this happened all the time, but what was bewildering was that she'd killed herself by tossing her hairdryer in the bathtub. The entire ordeal was a bit theatrical if you ask her. 

There'd been another similar incident with the Milwaukee National Trust, and they were going to interrogate one of the several security guards named Ronald Reznick who'd been there at the time. Every assailant had similar traits; they were a long-term employee, it'd been an inside job, and seemed the type to have never done something like this in a million years. Now they were inside Ronald's home where he eagerly explained the 'actual' situation. "First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That I can guarantee," As Odessa entered the living room, she warily examined his homemade investigation board. "See, me and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts, and we'd play cards." 

There was a variety of articles plastered on the walls, things such as newspaper articles, pictures of security camera's, and robots with odd sayings on them. Sam raised his eyebrows. "So you let him into the bank that night, after hours." He accused. 

Ronald froze from his duties, and turned to face them. "The thing I let into the bank wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Every detail was perfect, but too perfect, you know, like a doll maker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan doll." Odessa licked her lips and closed her eyes as she replayed his words over in her mind.

"A Juan doll?" She questioned, but he disregarded her analytical tone. 

He pulled some papers from a file and handed it over for them to see. "Look, this wasn't the only time this happened. There was the jewelry store, too, and the cops and you guys, you just won't see it. Both crimes were pulled by the same thing," Sam, as he read over the file and papers, asked him what this was then. Ronald reached for a magazine and excitedly pointed the cover. "Chinese been working on them for years, and the Russians before that—part man, part machine, like the terminator, but the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people."