Supernatural imagines: So, Get This...

Dean's Basement

Locking Dean in your basement.

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I put the phone to my ear. 

"Yeah?" I spoke instantly knowing it was my partner. 

"They've split up so I'll follow the tall one, he seems the most suspicious," he commented before hanging up. I put the phone back on the table and continued to clean my gun. I played my music and was glad AC/DC was the first thing to come on. I turned the tv on and read the subtitles as the sound couldn't be heard over the music. I sighed seeing the small towns news only repeating its self. Not a lot happens here so when there are suddenly three deaths of similar nature it's all anyone is talking about. 

"Still our police force is looking into the deaths. In other news a girl has gone missing." Well this is new. "Witness reports say that a girl! Lucy Bodaga was grabbed outside of her home, here is an interview with the witness," even off duty I find myself working. The flashing lite on the remote sprung me into action. I installed a little security in my house so I knew when the doors or windows were opened. I loaded my gun and approached the door. No one is supposed to be here but me. I slowly creeped towards the door and saw a glimpse of a shape walking into a doorway. No clear shot as they were already out of view. I continued to creep as I followed the person into the dinning room where I had just exited out of another door, the guns were still on the table. I walked over to see a guy with his back to me looking down at the guns and my handcuffs. 

"Into some kinky shit," the guy commented assuming no one would hear him.  

"No, I'm an officer," I announced from behind him with my gun aimed at his shoulder. He froze before sighing. "Turn around with your hands up." I instructed and he put his hands up showing he was holding a shotgun. I tightened my grip around my pistol. He turned around and now I couldn't clearly see that it was Dean Winchester, a guy my partner had been following. "Put the gun to the ground," I added which he did slowly. "Take three steps back." He once again did as he was instructed. I walked forward, still aiming my gun at him as he watched he intently. I grabbed my handcuffs and approached him. "Turn around and out your hands behind your back," he turned around, I put my gun in my waist band slowly so he wouldn't hear that I was unarmed. I snapped one handcuff on his wrist before he quickly turned around and pushed me to the ground. My hand instantly landed on his shot gun. I cocked it as I aimed it at him. He groaned as he noticed I was armed again. "Considering the bruises on your face I assumed you would be a good fighter," I chuckled but he scoffed. 

"Wouldn't want to damage a beautiful face," he commented as I stood up. 

"Someone didn't think the same thing for you," I added making him chuckle. I didn't mean to say he had a beautiful face it just kind of came out. "Since you don't want me to handcuff you maybe you should do it yourself," I commented making him sigh. "Walk," I instructed gesturing with the gun to the basement door. He walked slowly. We started walking down the stairs before he stopped in the centre of the room. "Cuff yourself to the pipe," he groaned as he approached the pipe. "Shouldn't have broken into my house then," I commented with a chuckle. 

"I'm just trying to help solve the murders," he commented making me sigh. He snapped his handcuff to the pipe. 

"You know I thought that but once we did a search on you we saw that you were dead, twice actually," I explained and he groaned. 

"I hate cops," he sighed. 

"Well that's why you're here and not the precinct, my partner and I believe you have cops on the inside," I explained making him chuckle.