Winchestered

28

The next morning

*****

"I can't believe they blamed it on a... what was it? Mini atomic bomb" I laugh sarcastically.

"And they think we're crazy" Dean unlocked the impala and we stepped in. Dean almost instantly made Kevin and Charlie leave. It was to risky. They had to take my motorcycle because Dean wasn't going to let them drive his car.

Kevin seemed far to excited so I told him if he ever did anything to it I would rip his skin off and use it as bandage.

I bought a new, all to fancy suit. I know the whole drill that you have to actually look like an FBI agent to be an FBI agent but these clothes are uncomfortable. I prefer my T shirt and leather jacket.

Dean and I decided to go and talk to the cops in the crime scene. Lucky for us, there was even people there that we could talk to because the "accident" happened a little over a month ago.

"What do you suggest?" I ask.

"I suggest... I don't know. Either we go and discuss this with the cops down town. They know a bit more then these armatures"

"Not anybody can be an awesome hunter like you Dean" That came out a big harsher then I intended it to be.

"But apparently a lot of people can" He looks at me then back at the rode.

I sigh. I'm not sure if that was a compliment or just a statement that I have changed. But I have though. Changed.

I don't even know who I was before. I was weak, that I know.

The drive to the police station was quiet. A few sighs here and there and a tiny little fight about how Dean needs to get new music CD's. I told him that he that there are other bands then Led Zeppelin. But apparently I have crossed the limit and he got mad.

Talk about a hard core fangirl.

We showed them our face FBI IDs and they went for it.

"Agents" A middle aged man walked up to us and guided us to his office. I suspect that he's the one we will be interrogating.

"I didn't know FBI was interested in this case" The man sat down on his chair behind is desk, Dean and I sit on the two other chairs. His office isn't large but apparently it was big enough to have awards and diplomas on the walls and shelf's.

"Sparkling blue light is always an interesting topic" I say.

He huffs. "Newspapers tend to always over exaggerate thing" He leans back on his chair and crosses his arms . "So what can I help you with"

"We want to see the security tape, we know you have it and it's a part of our investigation. We would like to collect it, for now" Dean says.

"Do you have any permission" He glares at me and Dean.

"Do we need any. I mean, Isn't FBI enough?" I smirk. I know what he's doing. I knew I recognize him from somewhere! I read about a police officer exposed a few teenagers that were playing cops. He is pulling us right into his trap.

I would see from the corner of my eye that Dean was nervous.

He leans towards the desk with his pointing finger in the air.

"I like you two" He smiles and opens a drawer beside him and pulls a CD out. "Knock yourselves out kids. It's probably just a camera flash. We have already checked it over and over again."

I take the CD and put it safely in my back pocket in my jacket.

"Anything else?"

"Yes. Did anyone see a tall guy there before the accident occurred?" Dean asked anxiously.