Supernatural: Season Two

The Usual Suspects (1)

The Usual Suspects (1)

Kylie's POV

I had a really dark confession to make.

I like handcuffs.

One of the first things John Winchester every taught me was how to get out of them when caught, and ever since then I loved them. Knowing that someone thinks they have me in the palm of there hands when I easily break out of them, and the look on their faces when my hands become free excites me every single time.

Of course, when a well trained cop puts me in them it becomes a little tougher. Especially when they man handled me.

"Oh give me a break boys." I complained as one of the police officers dragged me down the hallway of a very cold police station. "You know if you wanted to put me in handcuffs all you had to do was buy me a nice dinner." I smirked, only to receive an eye roll.

"Oh come on she has nothing to do with this!" I heard Dean complain as I glanced in the room that I passed.

I gave Dean a quick wink, letting him know that I was okay, even though I was shaking in my boots.

We were screwed, totally screwed.

I was thrown into one of the interrogation rooms, my handcuffs moving to the table directly in front of me.

I tsked as the police officer left the room. "Idiots." I whispered to myself as I tugged on the chain that connected me to the table.

I was left alone for a while, leaving me time to think and go over everything when suddenly the door swung open revealing a female officer with a cup of coffee in her hands.

She placed it down with a small and slid it over to me. "Thought you might be thirsty. I'm detective Ballard"

I studied her before nodding. "So you must be the good cop. Where's the bad cop?"

"Oh he's with your boyfriend." She said before sliding in a seat across from me.

"Okay. And you're holding us why?" I raised a brow.

"Well, he's being held on suspicion of murder. And I think you helped him." She nodded.

I let out a laugh and shook my head with disbelief. "Murder?" I questioned. "And you think I just helped him do it?"

"You sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good of an actor?" She cocked a brow.

I crossed my leg under the table. "Who were we supposed to have murdered?" I questioned.

"We'll get around to that." She nodded, opening up a folder in front of her.

"Well, you can't just hold us here without formal charges." I shrugged.

"Well actually, we can, for forty eight hours. Didn't Sam tell you that?" She questioned and tilted her head to the side before leaning forward slightly. "I know all about you Kylie."

"Oh please inform me of what you think that you know." I shrugged.

"You're twenty-six years old, no job, no home address. Your mother died when you were a baby, your father's whereabout are unknown." She shook her head, scrunching up her eyebrows as she read from the file. "You have no other family, so John Winchester took you in, his whereabouts are also unknown. We have Dean's case. Whose demise was, well, just a little bit exaggerated." She glanced at me. "Feel free to jump in whenever you like."

I propped my chin in the palm of my hand amused by her story.

"Shy?" She shook her head. "No problem, I'll keep going. Living with John and the boys, you moved around a lot when you were kid, I have reports that say you treated them like you were their caretaker, always putting them first. Despite that, you still managed to get straight A's. You didn't go to college, and just went off the radar for a while. Then about a year ago you hear about a fire at Sam's apartment. One fatality, Jessica Moore, his girlfriend."