A Hunter's Way Of Saying I Love You

"Where's your mother?" The police officers coffee coated breath lingered between both of us. With the silence I gave him he continued.

"How about your father?" I crossed my arms and sat back in my chair. My dark brown eyebrows rested giving the man absolutely no expression.

"Maybe an aunt or uncle?" A small smirk formed on my face as the police officer kept questioning me. My leg started to bounce out of boredom.

"Well we ran your prints, trying to get anything since you won't talk. Makenzie Winchester? You wouldn't happen to be related to the crazed Dean or Samuel Winchester?" I stopped bouncing my knee and dropped my grin. The police officer frowned and dropped my thick, thick file.

"What a shame." He scratched his chin and stood.