You sat awkwardly at the table in the kitchen, staring at the two agents before you. They regarded you with eyes like a hawk, waiting for you to step out of line or crack no doubt.
"So what's your name?" The tall one asked. You hesitate
"(y
)" you finally answer
"We need to ask you a few questions" the short one, Smith you think, stated
"About....?" You urge
"The murders taking place in these parts"
"Why would the FBI be investigating these murders?" You ask curiously
"That's classified" the tall one said quickly, and Smith gave him a thankful glance.
"Well.....if you say so"
"We heard that you are a survivor regarding these murders, father's he been tried for, is this true?" Smith asked
"I guess so....." You trail off for a moment "but it's over, I was saved" you figured that lying would be useless with these agents, might as well tell them the truth. Smith pulled out a flask and sipped out of it.
"You were saved? By who?" The tall one asked
"You wouldn't believe me" you state, hanging your head.
"Our minds are more open to crazy then most agents and officers" the tall one reassured you. You hesitate once again, then let out a long breath.
"An angel....an angel rescued me" both of the agents looked at you. Smith still had the flask in his mouth. "I knew you wouldn't believe me" you murmur.
"No, no, we believe you" the tall one said, Smith nodded and took another sip. "What was the angel's name? Can you tell us?"
"I don't know if he'll like that....." You whisper, nervous at what Castiel would do if you said another peep.
"We can keep a secret" the tall one reassured. You took a deep breath
"Fine, his name.........is Castiel" the minute you said his name, Smith spit out his drink and choked, making you flinch. "Um.....you heard of him....?" You ask staring at Smith while he coughed up his lungs.
"Um....no" the tall one said "thank you for your time, I need to attend to my partner" he stood, grabbed Smith's arm, gave you a kind smile, and dragged Smith out of the house.
Dean:
I slammed the door to the driver's seat and Sam got in the passenger.
"WHAT!?" I yelled out "I thought me, you, and Bobby were the only humans Cas interacted with and now I find out he's been hanging out with some chick!" I was furious, why would Cas go out of his way to protect an ordinary girl?
"Dean, relax" Sam says as he fastened his seat belt. "We'll keep an eye on her, make sure that she's trustworthy" my grip on this steering wheel tightened and I grit my teeth.
"I say, Cas gets his feathery ass down here and give us some answers"
"Dean, Cas is probably really busy, before we call him down here, let's watch (y
) for a night or so"
"Why!? Why do we need to keep an eye on her!?"
"Because she has a connection to Cas and she may be in danger, it won't hurt to take precautions"
"Ugh! Fine!"
"Come on Dean, let's get back to the case. We know that the fathers in this town are being possessed somehow"
"Demon possession, or ghost possession?" I ask
"I'm guessing demon, because Cas was involved with (y
) who had the same attack"
"You're right, so saaay we hit the police station?"
"I say that's a good plan"
"Great, but this conversation about (y
) and Cas isn't over" I turn the song up and pressed on the gas peddle and we were off.
Sooooo writing in Dean's perspective was harder than I thought, I'm scared I would get his personality wrong and stuff, but I hope it wasn't too cringy for you guys. Anyway thanks for reading <3
-SassyNerd
