Love Conquers Evil

"I Hate Heels"

"Seven kids have gone missing in the last month," I started. "Like you said, they're taken in the middle of the night. The mothers wake up to find an empty bed or an empty crib. There's no sign of forced entry, everything was shut and locked, and the cops on the case have no leads."

"Well, that's helpful," Dean said.

"Any connections?" Sam asked leaning forward.

I shook my head.

"I can't find any," I said.

Both Sam and Dean sighed.

"Have any leads on what we may be hunting?" Dean asked.

"I have more than a few, but I'm still trying to narrow it down," I explained.

Four and half hours later, we're walking into a motel room.

"Who's ready to become a FBI detective?" Dean asked with a grin.

"Oh hell to the no," I said dropping my bag onto one of the two beds.

"Well, if you want to help then you kind of need to," Sam added.

I grinned.

"No I don't," I said shaking my head.

They raised an eyebrow at me.

I dug into one of the pockets in my bag and pulled out my fake badge and handed it to Dean.

"FBI consultant?" He asked.

Sam snatched my badge from Dean and looked over it.

"Ashley Jensen?" Sam asked reading the name.

I nodded.

"What kind of name is Jensen?" Dean scoffed.

"It's my moms maiden name," I said putting my hands on my hips.

He snapped his mouth shut while Sam chuckled quietly.

"So, what exactly does a consultant do?" Dean asked.

"I can pretty much do everything that you can do, you know if you were a real detective, except for arrest people," I explained.

"Nice touch on the gun permit part," Sam said handing my badge back to me.

I grinned.

"Have to have a good reason incase someone sees my gun," I said.

"Do you have a monkey suit?" Dean asked.

I grimaced.

"I refuse to wear a monkey suit," I growled.

"You kind of ha-" I cut Dean off by going into the bathroom and shutting the door.

"Well, that wasn't very nice," I heard his muffled response.

I giggled and changed into a blue and black flannel, buttoning it up, and a pair of black slack.

Brushing my hair and keeping it down, pooling over my shoulders and down my back.

"That doesn't look very professional," Dean commented as soon as I exited the bathroom.

"How about now, Mr. Picky?" I asked pulling on a black blazer.

"Better," Dean said grinning.

I sat down on the bed and noticed that Sam and Dean had already changed into their monkey suits.

I reached for my converse, but Dean stopped me.

"You may get away with the flannel, but converse won't do," He said.