Supernatural Feelings

I'll Take The Rain

'You had another one like this last week didn't you?' I asked with authority in my voice.

'Any who might you be?' the sheriff asked, standing with his arms folded trying to intimidate me.

'Federal Marshals, I'm Officer Parker, these are my partners Officers Ryan and Jacobs were here about the recent missing persons case. Can you tell us what happened here?' I asked as the officers looked at us closely.

'You three look a little young to be marshals,' the other one said and I rolled my eyes.

'Thanks, that's awfully kind of you,' Dean smiled as he moved around the scene, acting like a jackass while inspecting the empty car. I rolled my eyes again.

'Sorry about him. Look, please, just tell us what we need to know.'

'All we know is we found the car parked here, no sign of anyone, everything still in the car, keys in the ignition, phone on the dashboard etcetera. There was no blood or anything, Troy was just gone. We've got officers down in the lake but so far they haven't found anything either,' the sheriff said, pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes.

'Troy? You knew the victim personally?' I asked. Believe it or not I had done some studying about profiling.

'Yeah, I did. He was my daughter's boyfriend. She's not taking this to well,' he replied sadly. I felt for him, it wasn't easy to see a family member hurt.

'Where could we find your daughter?' I asked softly, 'We could really use her view on all of this.'

'She's downtown at the moment, putting up missing posters,' he replied.

'Thanks. I was wondering, do you have any leads at all as to where Troy is,' I asked as Dean came to stand beside me.

'No, none at all,' the sheriff replied.

'Ok, and where was the last case like this?'

'About a mile up the road,' he replied.

'Well done guys, exactly the crack police work we would expect from you,' Dean said infuriatingly from beside me.

He turned and walked away while the policemen stood looking rather shocked.

'Sorry, he's having a bad day,' Sam replied and we both turned and followed Dean back to the car.

'What was that?' Sam asked in a hushed voice.

'Dean has issues with authority,' I replied with a sigh.

'Actually that's not surprising. I'm more surprised that you don't, in fact you seemed like you knew what you were doing back there.' I heard the unasked question in his voice.

'I studied profiling for a while. Actually I considered leaving to try to work my way up to being a criminal profiler,' I confessed.

'Why didn't you?' Sam asked, confused. He would never understand.

'Because I can't.'

'Yeah you can!' He exclaimed like it was the easiest thing in the world.

'No, I can't. Because this here, hunting, fighting the things that go bump in the dark is my life,' I replied.

'I doesn't have to be though.'

'Sam, I just can't. It's not me, I don't do the apple pie life.'

He huffed as we came to a stop in front of Dean.

'What the hell?' I asked.

'Well it's not like the have any clue what's going on, what we're dealing with!' he exclaimed.