After getting ready, the boys and you were ready to take on the case. Sam had insisted on taking one car, so of course you sat in the backseat of the Impala. With Dean driving, you could easily tell that he was looking at you through the rearview mirror. The Diner was halfway across the town, which would take you guys about 45-50 minutes to get there. After a moment of silence as AC/DC played in the background, someone needed to speak up.
"Ok, What do we know about the case so far?" Sam asked, turning in his shotgun seat to look at you. You grinned and went to your phone. "Well, Charlotte's was a diner that opened in 1941. It was a popular hit and is one of the longest lasting buildings in Burke. However, in 1958, there was suicide by a waitress in the diner. Her reasons were unknown, but some say that she was murdered there by her boyfriend, which was said to abuse her.." you said, proving your facts to the two men.
Dean made eye contact with you through the rearview mirror and smiled widely. You smiled back and then looked at Sam, who was completely baffled. "Wow, I had no idea you could get that much off the internet. Even before you've seen the crime scene." Sam said. You went to your bag that you brought and pulled out your phone. "Well, one of my friends helped me out. She ended up finding me the case in the first place. You said, showing Sam the text of what Marie had sent you a few days before.
The car then came to a slow stop, only because Dean found a front row parking spot at Charlotte's. You watched as Sam went to the front compartment and pulled out a box. He opened it and your eyes widened as you saw multiple FBI badges & other things. Sam grabbed two and put the box back, turning to see you in awe. You shook yourself and went to your pocket, pulling out your own badge.
All three of you got out of the car and made your way into the diner. You walking in front, with Dean and Sam following behind. You felt a set of eyes burning into the back of your head, but you knew it was just Dean trying to figure out how the hell you got your hair that perfect in ten minutes. As the three of you opened the doors to the diner, the smell of blood & apple pie whiffed into your nose. You jumped at the odor & proceeded to make your way towards the police that were by the body.
Sam and Dean stood beside you as a cop turned to see the three of you. "Well kids, you came just in time. Coroner's office is about to arrive in about a few minutes." the cop said, making eye contact with you. The three of you pulled out your badges and flashed them.
"Agents Ulrich, Hammett, and..." Dean began to say before turning to you, not knowing what your last name would be this time. You picked up on it and finished his sentence. "Agent McVie from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. We came to look into the death of McKenzie Holt. Have you and your boys figured anything out yet?".
The cop, which you learned to be the sheriff, had been startled at first. He probably had begun to question why the FBI were so interested in this small little case, but he shrugged it off and began to explain. "McKenzie was a favorite here, everyone knew the girl. Our forensic investigator said it looks as if she was strangled or her neck was tied. There was a dark substance leaking from her mouth, which looks like a black maple syrup if you ask me." The sheriff explained.
You had pulled out a small notebook and began to jot down specific notes in which the sheriff described. Sam and Dean just listened and tried to figure out what had happened. You looked up and tilted your small pen, "How old was the victim, does she have any significant others or enemies?". The sheriff sighed and pulled down his hat to cover his heart. "Poor girl was only 17. She was dating my son, Rich. As I said before, everyone loved the girl. Bless her family".
You sighed and went over to the body. You squatted down and lifted the cover that was on top to see a pale girl, fitting the description of what the Sheriff said. Her eyes were closed, and there were obvious marks of struggle. Her mouth was open, and a black ooze had drifted from her mouth and onto the floor. Her neck had red marks, looking like rug burn or rope marks.
Sam walked over to you as Dean stayed behind to get more information. When he came to your level to see the body, you took your pen and did a circle motion around the mouth. "You ever see something like this?" You asked him. Sam nodded in disagreement, "Nope. this is new.". The two of you stood up, and you frowned when you saw the Sam was a lot taller than you. You and Sam walked back towards Dean and the Sheriff, looking like the two had finished their conversation.
The sheriff looked up at you and opened his mouth to speak again. "Well, if you wanted to add more info to that notepad, I could give you my number for sometime, eh? Someone with those hips could solve my mystery if you know what I mean." Dean began to shoot fumes out of his ears as his fists clenched. You, being pissed as well, grabbed the sheriff by his collar and pulled him to your level. "The only information your gonna get out of me is that if you try that one more time, my foot is gonna straight where the sun doesn't shine. Capiche?" you said. The sheriff, who was now concerned for his well being, and his... bits, he backed away and nodded very nervously.
Dean was wide eyed, and smirked at you. His brother on the other hand, was in complete shock. Sam then realized that you were somewhat of a splitting image of Dean. The only difference was the looks you two had. You smiled and began walking out of the diner, the two boys following behind. Once you three got back into the car, Dean turned around in his seat to look at you, who was still obviously pissed about before.
"You wanna explain what just happened in there?" he said, making eye contact with you. You thought for a second, not really wanting to tell them just yet about your mother. But, you felt as if they were trustworthy enough. You took a deep breath and began to explain. "My mother used to talk me like that all the time when she was drunk or not. It depended on her mood really, and I was used to her screaming by then." you spoke. Dean and Sam's expression's came down and they seemed a bit worried.
You frowned down on yourself and began circling your left elbow with your thumb. When you were 15, your mom had hit you a bit too hard and her nails had scratched into your elbow. Thus, leaving a scar that would stay there to this day. The fact that you always seemed to do this whenever someone asked about your mother showed you still were a little bit nervous. You looked back up to the boys, seeing them turned to you.
You looked at Dean, your soulmate, the man you feel like you've known for your whole life, looks heartbroken. He looked so torn and emotional, as if he had known what you were going through. His heart ached when he saw you seemed to get emotional about your parents. Dean then looked over to his brother, who seemed upset as well.
Sam had knew what it was like. When John was upset that his boys weren't doing something right, it was always a mental or physical tear down. It's what made them into the people they were today. They both felt for you, and knew that the few hours they've known you would really count in future months. You wiped your cheeks and put a smile back on your face. Sam looked to his brother, and then back to you.
"Y/N, if you need either of us, we'll be here." Sam said, trying to make the situation a bit more comforting. Dean nodded and patted your head from the front seat, causing a giggle to sprout out of your mouth. The three of you smiled and began to make your way back to the motel, wanting to relax & dig into the lore.
As Dean pulled out of the parking lot for Charlotte's, he popped in a cassette tape into the stereo player. After a few seconds, you could hear Old Time Rock'n'Roll by Bob Seger begin to play. You looked at Dean through the rearview mirror and knew what his intentions were. He turned up the volume & began singing his heart out. You joined in after a few seconds, and then so did Sam. When you all got to the chorus, the three of you belted out the lyrics as you drove down the road.
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