I ignored all of the stares coming from the officers and civilians that surrounded me at every angle. My body weaved in between the desks, within the station, keeping my eyes down and my emotions unreadable. Attempting to keep up the pretence that I was intimidated by the involvement of the FBI, but I was apprehensive of the two 'FBI agents' but because of what they thought.
All eyes were on me, something that I had never experienced before. Sam set the pace as he walked in front of me, unable to speed up, anxiety built up within me because all wanted to do was to run out of the building. The atmosphere crushed me from either side making my breathing become uneasy.
The walk took only a few minutes but felt like a lifetime. Stepping out of the station's door an unexplainable amount of pressure was released presenting itself in the form of a long sigh escaping from my body. My relaxation was noticed by Sam whos eyes showed some type of understanding and a half-smile spread across his face, from where he held the door for both me and Dean.
When I was sure we had walked far enough from the main building to not be on the CCTV, I turned around holding out my wrists so that the handcuffs could be unlocked, I think I've have had enough of handcuffs for a while and for life.
The cuffs dropped into Sams' hand. As the weight disappeared from my wrists, I pulled my arms above my head, stretching the rest of the tightness out of my muscles. "Are you parked in the station's car park?" looking at Dean when I asked, knowing that it would be his Baby that they'd be driving. A smile spread across my face as he nodded his answer, turning on my heels and I walked into the Police stations car park. As soon as I saw his '67 Chevy Impala, I made a straight b-line towards it. Stroking my hand lightly along the paintwork, I walked around the car to the back seat's door, my hand settling on the handle. Waiting for Dean to unlock the car, I marvelled over the beauty of the exceptionally cared for car.
As soon as it was unlocked I pulled the handle climbing into the backseat of the car. I closed the door to the car and noticed the winding mechanism that allows you to put the window down. I smiled to myself as I wound it down, I hadn't had to unwind a window like this since I was a kid.
Although a totally new experience, the car made me feel a sense of nostalgia. I could see why the boys could almost feel at home. With so many memories that this car held, I felt comfortable and safe inside.
I was shaken from my thoughts by a cough from Dean, trying to get my attention. "Wanna go out for food, or shall we get take out?" I comprehended that this wasn't the question he was really asking. Instead, in reality, he wanted to know whether they were going to have to question me out in public or whether I was happy to be interrogated in private. Despite the fact that I didn't have anything to hide and I knew I wasn't a danger to either of them, I know I had to convince them completely before I was entirely comfortable being alone with them. Plus I didn't know how this questioning was going to go down, so I guess it would be better to have an audience.
The rest of the drive was short, with only sly glances through the rear-view mirror from Dean to break the silence.
Within no time at all, we had pulled up at a nice-enough looking diner and were stepping out of the car to go in. Deans warning look was enough to confirm my suspicions of their lacking trust.
The friendly waitress seated the three of us towards the back of the restaurant, in a somewhat shadowed booth. Not as public as I would have liked, but I suppose that is why Sam had slipped the waitress a 20 as we walked past the hostess' station and had whispered something to her.
I slid myself into the booth first towards the wall and Sam was almost instantly sliding in next to me, effectively blocking me in. Great. Dean sat down on the other side of the booth. It hadn't gone unnoticed that neither of them made a move to take off their jackets clearly uneasy with me and the unknown I presented.
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FanfictionFreya Michaels is catapulted from her home country into an alternate universe where Dean and Sam Winchester are real and not just the television show that Freya know. When she wakes up in a police station she has a lot to answer for, but how much ca...