I Am Complete

CHAPTER 1

SAM'S POV:

I literally just sat down. I didn't even have time to open my book before Dean came bounding into the bunker. "We got a case, Sammy." He calls out. I sigh. I was really hoping to start reading this book. It's been sitting on my nightstand for almost a month now. I've almost started it a few times, but I always get pulled away, either for a case or because Cas set something on fire in the kitchen. He does it a lot more than you would think.

I walk over to the table and sit next to Dean. He slides the newspaper over to me. The newspaper is folded over to a small article, just a few paragraphs long. I skim over it and read aloud. "Local Colorado man found dead in home, eyes missing. Doors and windows were locked. Police have no leads as of yet. His family has not yet spoken on the matter and has turned down any requests for interviews." I look at Dean. "Sound likes our type of thing. Spirit?" Dean nods. Looks like we have another case.

"How far is the drive?" I ask. "About eight hours. Not too bad." Eight hours. Could be worse. I get up and head to my room, debating about what to pack. Who knows how long we'll be there for. I decide to pack for about a week, if we stay longer I can do laundry or re-wear dirty clothes, both are fine. I carefully fold my suit and put it on top, trying my best to keep it from getting wrinkled. It looks rather unprofessional to show up to a crime scene in a wrinkled suit.

I meet Dean at the car, climbing into the passenger seat. Dean starts the car and the radio begins playing Eye of The Tiger. I actually like the song, I just don't like when it's so loud that it bursts my eardrums. "Can you turn that down? Please?" Dean rolls his eyes but lowers the volume. I lay back in my seat and try to get some shut eye.

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When I wake up, we're driving through a small town. This is the kind of town that's just outside the city, the kind of town where everyone knows each other. "Where are we?" I grumble, my voice raspy from sleep. "A little town called Central City. Seems pretty boring." I brush my fingers through my hair and rub the sleep from my eyes. The town, though small, is bustling with people, going in and out of stores. Teenagers sit outside, drinking sodas and chatting. An old couple walks along the sidewalk, hand in hand.

Dean pulls into the parking lot of a dingy motel, the light of the sign half-heartedly blinking. The O of 'motel' is missing, the stain the only remnants of it left. Dean parks the car and we hop out. We pay for a room and walk over, unlocking the door. The inside of the motel room isn't overly nice, but it's not terrible either. The wallpaper is a faded green, and the carpet has some mysterious stains, but overall not too shabby. I lay my suitcase on the ground in front of one of the beds and Dean does the same. "Let's change and then head over to the scene, see what we can find." Dean says. I nod in agreement.

Once we're all suited up, we make the short drive over to the crime scene. The house is surrounded by yellow police tape, but other than that, it looks like a fairly normal house. It's two stories, white walls, a wooden door. You know, the picture perfect cookie cutter house. I straighten my tie and climb out of the car. Dean and I walk over to the cluster of police men. We flash our badges. "Hi. I'm Agent Jackson, this is my partner Agent King. We're from the FBI." Dean says.

The police men look at each other. "The bureau actually already sent down an agent." one of them explains. Dean and I glance at each other. Another hunter. "We know, we were sent to assist. The more the merrier." I say, giving a fake smile. "I see. If there's anything we can do to help you guys, let us know. Your other partner is right over there." The police offer points to the right. My eyes land on a petite woman whose back is turned to us.

We thank the men and walk over. The woman must hear us coming, because she turns around. She offers a tight smile. "I didn't realize the office was sending down more agents." She says tensley. "Hm, they must have forgotten to tell you. We'll fill you in over here." Dean replies, gesturing for her to walk with us. She heaves a sigh and follows. We stop a few feet away from the police men and face her.

She's small. I mean, yes, I am tall, so everyone seems small, but she's extremely tiny. She can't be more than 5'3". She has long brown hair that flows down her back. My eyes meet hers. Her dark green eyes stare inquisitively at me, studying Dean and I. Her lips are colored a bright, eye catching red. She's dressed in a white button up shirt, which is tucked into a tight black pencil skirt. A black long sleeved blazer covers the woman's arms. Her black bag is slung across her shoulder, hanging by her side. She's wearing a pair of black heels on her feet that look very uncomfortable. She's beautiful. Not in the model way, but in a different way. Her confidence, the way her eyes show what she's thinking. She's stunning.

"I didn't expect the Winchesters to be here." She says, placing a hand on her hip. "Should we know you?" Dean asks, eyeing her. "No, we've never met. Jo told me about you though, before she passed away. I'm Andy, Andy Bellford." She sticks out a hand for us to shake. I shake first, her grip firm. "I would introduce myself, but it seems you already know who we are." Dean gives her a flirty smile. He's with Cas, but that doesn't stop him from constantly flirting. He would never cheat on Cas, it's just part of his personality.

"So what's the plan?" she asks. "Um. W-what do you mean?" I question, tripping over my words. "Well, I'm not leaving, so I figure we're going to be working together. So, where should we start?" Dean shakes his head. "Nope. Sweetheart, we work alone." She raises an eyebrow, a judgemental look on her face. "Well, time for a change of pace. I know a good cafe near here, we can go there and I can fill you in on what I know." She starts to walk off, confidence exuding with every step. "But we still need-" Dean starts, but she cuts him off. "Already tried to interview the family. They refused to talk, said to come back later. Already inspected the house, no signs of a breakin or anything." Andy explains. I smile. She seems cool.