Supernatural: Season Two

The Usual Suspects (3)

The Usual Suspects (3)

Dean's POV

I looked around at the several people crowding themselves around the observation room, all ready for me to confess.

Little did they know that I was going to tell them the actual truth.

It wasn't an ideal plan, I know, but it would give Sam and Kylie enough time to figure out this case and bust me the hell out of here.

I watched as a digital camera set up in front of me just as my lawyer busted in through the door with a cop next to him.

"Counselor? Your boy decided to confess." Detective Sheridan smirked.

What a dick.

"Mr. Winchester?" Kraus spoke nervously. "I'd advise against that strongly."

"Talk directly into the camera," Detective Sheridan continued, "first stating your name for the record."

I shifted in my seat, leaning forward before clearing my throat. I looked directly into the camera, smirking.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and a certain frisky woman." I nodded. "And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather what did. Of course it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit."

I watched as the room filled with confusion around me especially the two detectives that continued to ride my ass.

"Excuse me?" Ballard scoff.

"You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" I shrugged. "Tony Giles saw it. I bet you cash money Karen did too." I pointed. "But see, the interesting this is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the veil, it ain't easy." I shook my head. "You know, sometimes the spirits, they, they get thing jumbled. You remember 'REDRUM'. Same concept. You know, it's, uh, maybe word fragments . . . other times, it's anagrams." I tried to explain. "See, at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps. But now we think it's a street. Ashland. Whatever's going on, I'll be you it started there."

I spread my hands with a smile.

"You arrogant bastard." Sheridan growled. "Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes."

"I'm not joking, Ponch." I shrugged.

"You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis." He pointed in my face.

"Oh yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter creature that only looked like me." I managed to give a big ole smile to the camera before Sheridan lost his temper.

I was grabbed by the collar before being slammed up against the wall, with an irate Detective Sheridan glaring at me.

"Pete that is enough!" Detective Ballard yelled.

"You asked for the truth." I said, looking him dead in the eye.

"Lock his ass up." Sheridan spat before tossing me to another cop, who shoved me face-first against the wall handcuffing me.

Sam and Kylie better get the job done.

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Kylie's POV

I shimmied my way down the fire escape, running around the corner to meet up with Sam.

"You got the note too?" I breathed out as we broke out into a sprint.