My lovely Winchester (A Dean Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Fiction or Non Fiction

"Here we are safe and sound" Sam said looking back at me. "Thank you guys for saving me and taking me home." I got out of the car and walked to the door waving before stepping inside. My phone was dead so I wasn't able to text Adele about my crazy ass night. My wrist hurt from the cuts that the so called 'dog' made. I got to my dorm and quickly grabbed my lap top. I typed in Lubbock animal attacks and begin to read. Some said large dog, others said wolf, some even said large cat. All the pictures looked the same though, they were all ripped to pieces but they were never eaten. 

My phone turned back on so I decided to take a break and text Adele my crazy night. I went and made the typical college meal, ramen and then sat back down. I wasn't going to stop until I figured out what the hell that was. I then decided to look up other cases that happened in other states. All saying the same thing large dog. Again all the pictures looked the same, giant gashes, almost like what ever it was, was just doing it for fun. How could it just be a large dog if there were so many cases all over the country of the same thing. I searched through dozens of pictures, comparing them to one another, to see if anything was different. 

Almost choking on a noodle as I stumbled upon one picture. I zoomed in on the picture, finding what looked like Sam and Dean in the back ground of the crime scene. "Who are these guys" I said to myself as I clicked to read the article. The name of the agents on the scene were Holt and Wilson. FBI agents, I thought they were US Wildlife Services... Who were these guys, I printed out the picture and looked at it. Why were these guys lying about who they were? What were they hiding I thought as I set the paper on my counter.  I grabbed my book and laid down on my bed, it was a long day and I needed something to help me relax. 

Sully looked at Sam and Dean with a scared expression "Nicky didn't check in with the home office last night" Dean looked at Sully through the review mirror. Continuing driving the imapla to the destination of the next murder "You Gazoos can talk to each other?" Sam stares at Dean almost offended for Sully.

Looking up from my book, my heart sank. Sam, Dean, Impala, that's why they seem so familiar. Maybe this is just a coincidence a lot of people are name Sam and Dean right... But not all of them drove Impalas and go undercover as different things solving cases. I jump out of my bed grabbing the paper as I ran out the door. I was going to confront this guys even if it turns out I'm just delusional and over thinking things. I run back out side and down to the motel I knew they were staying at. 

"Hi can you tell me what room Sam and Dean are staying at" I look at the old woman behind the desk. At this time of night she probably thought I was some type of prostitute wanting to get some action. I could tell she was trying to avoid any type of conversation with me because she quickly pointed to the room they were at. I smiled and sped walked to their room trying to look as casual as possible. Knocking on their door, I heard scrabbling shortly after. "Hell- what are you doing here" Sam looked at me confused, I could tell that I had just woken him up from the bed head and the groggy stature. I stormed in knocking him out of the way. "I want you to tell me the truth" I said slamming the book and paper on to his chest. "Sammy who was at the- what the hell you again" I quickly looked at Dean glaring at them both. "Umm Dean she knows....."