Our Little Angel (Destiel)

//6

The trip to the police station was quiet between Dean and Sam, except for the faint sound of Dean's classic Metallica tapes through the car. Sam looked over at his brother who's eyes were on the road, not daring to look at Sam.

Sam and Dean walked in the station with their game faces on, nodding at other officers who passed by.

"Mr. Woodward?" a voice called from behind them. Dean turned around at the sound of his fake name. It was the chief officer from the other day. Damn it he was hoping he wouldn't remember him.

Dean put on a fake smile. "Officer...um..."

"Remember? Chief Allen Grey-"

"Oh! Officer Grey, how could I forget?" Dean interrupted, snapping his finger with feigned realization. Sam questioningly looked between the two of them. Grey glanced at Sam, noticing Dean wasn't alone. "Who's this?"

Sam opened his mouth to speak but Dean beat him to it. "This is my partner George Finkle," Dean ignored Sam's glare at the name, "and we are actually here on another case."

"Sure, what can I help you with?"

This time Sam spoke up, temporarily pushing away his confusion. "Uh well there was a body found yesterday, you probably heard about it? An unidentified woman who was murdered near a local bar?"

Grey nodded and turned around, heading to his office. Sam and Dean followed. "Oh yes! It was weird, murders aren't much of a constant thing around here. It took some time to identify her but we got a match from advanced DNA results from the hospital." The chief officer made his way behind his desk where a tall tan file cabinet stood. He opened the one in the middle and ran through the different files.

He furrowed his eyebrows until he found what he was looking for, huffing in triumph. Grey skimmed through it to make sure it was the right one and handed it to Sam. "That's the file. Reports from the morgue, the CSI investigators, all that information."

Sam scrutinized as he went through the few papers in the file. Dean glanced over at Grey. "That'll be all for now."

Grey nodded. "Oh of course. I'll be down the hall if you need anything." Dean saluted to him as he left, then huffed and turned back to his brother. "Find anything?"

"Well the victims name was Anne Harris, age 24, and was last seen by the bartender according to witnesses before the murder." Sam explained, eyes not looking up from the paper.

"I still think it's just a very messy vampire."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Maybe, but we need more evidence before we make that guess. I have a bad feeling it's something different. Way different," Sam said rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "This doesn't save us a trip from the morgue though. Seeing the body up close could give us a clue." Sam looked up at Dean who was sitting on the office desk staring at the wall in front of him. "Dean?"

Dean blinked and shook his head to recollect himself. "Ah sorry. Just thinkin."

"Don't you dare." Dean angrily warned when Sam opened his mouth to undoubtedly say 'about Cas?' Because yes, Dean has been thinking about Cas. He's always been thinking about Cas. Castiel has never left his mind since they broke up and seeing him in person sure as hell did nothing to help.