As Ready As I'll Ever Be

Pilot___The trip begins

Katelyn's POV

I pack my messenger bag as I hear Sam listening to a voicemail from Jess. Poor Sam, must be missing his girlfriend. Dean walks out of the bathroom and shrugs on his jacket. "Hey man, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at the diner down the street. You guys want anything?" He asks, walking to the door.

"Hell yeah!" I say, standing up. Sam just shakes his head no. Dean shrugs and holds the door for me. I walk outside and wait for Dean. We walk over to the impala, but stop halfway. We see the cops from yesterday talking to the old man from the lobby. Shit!

Dean quickly pulls out his phone and texts Sam as we try not to look suspicious. The officers walk up to us, and I offer them my nicest smile. "Good evening officers, is there a problem?" I ask.

"Where's your partner?"

"Partner? What partner?" Dean asks. One officer signals the other to go to the motel. I try to stand a little straighter, wanting to seem as if I'm not nervous. I always get nervous around cops. Never liked them, never will. "So fake U.S. marshal, fake credit cards. Either of you have anything real on you?" He asks. Dean and I share a look.

"My boobs."

"His boobs."

The cop calls for the other and they both push us onto a car. I groan at how hard they pushed me. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you." One officer says as they put the handcuffs on us.

Time Skip

They push us into another room and sit us down, handcuffing us to the table in front of us. At least it's not a cell. The officer from earlier walks in, a box in his hands. "So, either of you want to give me your real names?" He asks, putting down the box as he sits across from us.

"I told you, it's Nugent, Ted Nugent." Dean says, getting annoyed. "And she's Cathy Grayson." The officer sighs and glares at us. "I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're both in."

"You talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble?" I ask, rolling my eyes. He just sighs again. He starts bringing up things that were in the room, claiming thet we're suspects. "Ah yes, cause when the first one happened in '83. we were 3." Dean sasses.

"I know you got partners. One of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me, Dean..." I tense. How the fuck did know his name?!? He looks at me and smirks. "Don't think I don't know about you too, Katelyn." He digs into the box next to him and pulls something out. He throws it onto the table, making a loud sound. It's John's journal. "Is this his?" He asks.

"I thought those were your names. I leafed through this. What little I could make out. I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." He says, going through the pages. Finally, he stops on one. On the page, it has Dean's name and the numbers 35-111. Coordinates. My name was in the corner, not near any numbers.

"Neither of you are leaving until you tell me what the hell this means." He says, pointing at the numbers.

"It's my highschool locker combination." Dean says, smirking.

"Then why does her name not have any numbers?"

"I'm not his kid. Just a family friend." I say, crossing my arms. We start to go back and forth, the officer not believing us. Finally another cop walks in. "We just got a 911. Shots fired over at Whiteford road." He says.

"You have to go to the bathroom?" The officer asks. Dean and I shake our heads. "Good." He says as he leaves, leaving us handcuffed to the table. I pull at the handcuffs, but they're on their tight.