Supernatural preferences and imagines

FBI, my ass (Sam)

I blew a bit of hair out of my face and adjusted the papers in my hand. My phone started ringing.

"Hang on. Hang on. I'm almost there," I mumbled under my breath as I jogged to my car. Dumping the papers on the hood, I pulled out my phone.

"Hello?"

A deep voice came through the speaker.

"Is this Tricia Joseph?"

I paused before answering, catching myself before I said no to the fake name I had chosen for myself.

"Yes, this her."

"Great! I'm Agent Hall, FBI. My badge code is 47923."

I furrowed my brow, recognizing the number. It was one of the codes I almost picked for my fake badge. There are usually a few codes that haven't been canceled, but no one is using. Hunters usually take those. I decided to roll with it, until I knew for sure.

"Alright. What can I help you with?"

"I was wondering what you had on a Wilson Bast. Last known place of residency in Boston at 37952, Granger Street."

"Oh, I actually have that right here. He's the only person who had contact with Olivia Trist before she was murdered by... abnormal means."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, abnormal meaning she was found with her eyes burned  out."

"Oh."

"Yeah, nasty stuff. She had markings on her stomach cut by a knife in a pattern we've never seen before."

Okay, that was a lie. I've seen plenty of angel's effects on humans and I had recognized the markings as an ancient sacrificial ritual. It's one of my jobs to cover it up. I worked as a forensic scientist consultant for cases, but was also a hunter, so I specialized in abnormal cases. I came up with reasonable explanations for the murders caused by supernatural creatures. The public didn't need to panic about ghosts and inexperienced police and agents didn't need to try to kill poltergeists and get killed. I make sure what the hunters know and do stay within our circle. It also doesn't hurt to be on the scene to gank a couple of the bastards too.

Agent Halls replied, "Okay, thanks for your help!"

"That's all you need?"

"Is there any more?"

"Two hours after we saw Bast on security cameras in Boston, he showed up on cameras in London."

"Is there any kind of explanation?"

"The tech guy said someone could have planted it on the camera."

"Could they?"

"Honestly? Probably not. I'm still looking into it. If I can ask, why is the FBI looking into it?"

"Sorry, that's classified."

I sighed, "Always is."

"Okay, thanks for the info."

"Let me know if you need anything else."

"Will do."

I closed the phone and got in my car. I was definitely going to trace that call and see if he was a legit agent.

Sam's P.O.V.

"Yep, it was an angel. She said they found her with her eyes burned out," I said to Dean and Bobby.

"Huh, she didn't catch on to your being a hunter," Bobby said after sipping his beer.

Dean chuckled.

"Maybe she's not as good as you think she is."

"Well, she gave me more than that. She said that there were symbols on the body and that Wilson Bast was seen in London two hours after he was seen in Boston."

Bobby laughed.

"Oh yeah, she knows you're a fake."

I raised an eyebrow confused, "What do you mean?"

"I know her well, Sam. She's been on the case for more than a day, she knows more than that."

"If she's so great,why haven't you told us about her?"

Bobby sighed, "I didn't know she had taken up hunting until about a year ago, she was the best forensics I had ever met, but she was still young. She would be fine with research and low level ghosts and spirits, but I didn't want her involved in angels and God and all this crap you idjits have gotten yourself into. I thought it was best to not mention her, but I might as well now. We're not getting anywhere with this case and it seems to be linked to something big upstairs. I can't keep her safe forever."

I glanced at Dean and I could tell we were both thinking the same thing. Bobby obviously cared about this girl and it seemed like a big deal for him to be including her. Before any of us had time to say anything, Bobby's phone rang. He grunted and answered it.

"Hello?"

He smiled at us.

"Tricia. How's it going?"

His smile faded.

"Fine. Okay, hold your horses."

He put his phone on speaker and put it on the table.

"Okay, Bobby. I'm assuming you're with the Winchester boys."

Dean cleared his throat.

"You know of us?"

"You started the apocalypse. How can I not?"

Dean tilted his head.

"Fair."

"If you guys are interested in this case, then I must be right. The angels are messing something up again."

"Wait, you know about the angels?" Bobby asked.

"Bobby, I'm not an idiot. I've been tracking the angel involved in Olivia's murder. I think the angel's gone solo, wreaking vengeance on those who sin."

I nodded.

"That makes sense, Olivia was involved in some bad stuff, drugs and alcohol."

"Yeah, listen. Where are you? I have some more info, that I'd rather not share over a call."

"We're at my old safe house, an hour north of Abington."

"Gotcha, I'll be there in an hour."

Bobby raised an eyebrow, " In an hour? You must be close."

"I'll make good time in the helicopter."

Dean held up a hand, "Wait, helicopter?"

I heard the smile in her voice.

"I'll see you soon."