Disclamer: I do not own Supernatural or anything associated with it, however, I do wish to.
I looked over at my sleeping sister, her head rested against the window. I smirked, jerking the steering wheel one way, then the other. Her head bounced off the window. She immediately glared at me, not happy to be awake. "Go and get us a room," I said as I pulled into a little motel. She glared one last time before going into the motel office. Within a minute she was back in the car. "110, it's around the back." I nodded, following the parking lot to the back.
I parked in front of the room, shutting off the car and getting my bags. Diana was already unlocking the room. I handed her bags, she threw them on one if the beds. Next to my car, a black Impala pulled up. Two men stepped out, one tall with long hair, the other a little shorter with spiked hair. I locked eyes with the shorter one then he gazed over to my baby. He smiled as the taller male got bags out of the back of the Impala. "'67 Mustang?" The man asked, his voice was deep. I nodded, smiling at him, "that's my baby." He smiled back, his green eyes brightening. "'67?" I questioned him; he nodded.
"That's my baby," he replied with a soft chuckle. "Well, she is beautiful," I laughed lightly, walking closer to the car. "D! We got work to do!" I heard my sister call from our room. I rolled my eyes. "You two twins?" The man asked. "Yeah, that's my younger, more annoying sister." I stated.
"Yeah well, it's better than having an annoying younger brother."
"I really doubt that. You haven't had to spend literally your whole life with him. We're twins, she is ways there." I said, laughing slightly.
"What do you say to coming down to the bar, about a block away and having drinks with me later? Say, around seven?" With the amazing voice, beautiful eyes and cute smile, I couldn't reject him. Plus the '67 Impala told me he had great taste. "Alright, seven it is." I smiled at him, walking back to my motel room. I closed the door behind me, sitting down at the little table in the room which Diana had scattered papers across. "What have you found?"
"Honestly, I haven't found much. Just the fact that they move around a lot, and the last place they were at, four people died." I nodded, taking in the information.
"Do we know what they look like?"
"Not yet, however, I do have their names. Dean and Sam Winchester; brother's of course." She stated sitting down across the table from me, sliding a beer across the table and opening her laptop. "Can you search for more info?" I questioned, opening the beer and taking a swig. "Yeah, I am currently in the process of hacking the FBI, but I'm not as good as you are." I stretched out a hand as she passed the laptop over. I smiled devilishly at her, wiggling my eyebrows, causing her to roll her eyes, but with a smile.
"Alright, just give me a minute and I will be in, and untraceable." My fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in codes the untrained eyes would mistake for gibberish. Surprisingly hacking into the FBI isn't that hard. Within a few minutes, and half a beer, I had hacked into the FBI. I passed the laptop back to my sister, who then started doing her part. She looked up the two boys, but still failed on getting a picture. "They are doing an update on the compute system, so some parts of the program isn't working fully," she said from behind the computer screen.
"What do you have on the boys?" I questioned, taking another swig of my beer. "They are four years apart, Dean being the oldest. Father is ex military, mother died in a fire when the you youngest was only six months; it started in the nursery. After she died the father moved the boys around, crappy motel rooms, cabins in the middle of no where."
"Sounds a lot like our life," I muttered.
"Yeah, but we kill people who need to be killed, not just for fun. It says here, that they are both wanted for murder, grave desecration, credit card fraud, and stealing." She gazed up at me over her laptop. "Don't give me that look, we have killed worse."
"It's not only that. Their father seemed to have trained them as he was. They know how to fight, and probably wouldn't think twice about ending one of us." After all the years we have done this, she still worries something or someone is going to kill us. Of course, it's 100 percent possible, but we survive the risk of dying everyday. I walked over next to her, placing my hand on her shoulder. "Honey, we have been doing this for years. Nothing is going to happen to you, I won't let it. And I can kick anyone's ass," I smiled triumph. I earned another eye roll, but a small smile. "There is nothing to worry about, Sweetie," I stated, kissing her cheek softly.
"I'm hungry, go get some food?" I asked as I laid down on one of the beds. "You are always hungry, your usual?" I nodded as I tossed her the keys to the car. She left with a small wave of the hand. Outside, the car roared to life, purring like a kitten. I listened as she pulled out of the parking lot and down the street. For a moment a debated on taking a little nap before she came back, but thought of, in what way would she wake me up? I pealed my self away from the bed, going to the table, attempting to find any extra information on the two guys.
I found something of interest. On the FBI page there was a page of their known aliases, most consisting of rock names. Such as Tyler and Perry, Stewart Copeland, John Bonham, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards. There were way to many to actually search through; some consisted of characters from old movies, little trivia that most would not notice. Diana walked in a few minutes later. "Jagger, Richards, Tyler, Perry, Bonham, Copeland, just to name a few." I rattled them off as she entered. "What do bands have to do with anything?" She questioned.
"I guess our boys are into rock, and love using their names." I stated, passing her the laptop. "It's kind of smart actually, don't have to come up with a name on your own, plus not many people know the names of the bands they listen to everyday." I went over to the bag, taking the food out. "Yeah, but don't you think most people would catch on that the name sounds a little familiar?"
"Not many pay attention, when you are being questioned by the," I stopped with the food, going back to the laptop. "CDC, FBI, Journalists, park security, National Wildlife Service?" I looked over at her.
"They are... very well rounded." She looked shocked, I shrugged. "Might be a little easier to track them down." Going back to the food bag, I threw a burger at her. "I guess, you don't hear about man FBI agents with the name Jagger or Richards. Who was Richards?" I looked up at her from my burger.o
"Have I taught to nothing over the years? The Rolling Stones!" I raised my voice an octave. She mouthed 'oh', going back to her food. I rolled my eyes, "I thought you knew better than that," I frowned slightly. She and I sat in silence. While she ate she looked to see if the pictures of the Winchester boys were available. I finished my burger going into the bathroom to tidy up a bit before the drinks later tonight. "Wanna go to the bar with me later?" I called, removing the pony tail from my hair.
Diana appeared in the door way, "I guess." I nodded, smiling slightly, "why? You going to meet that guy?" She asked, leaning against he frame. "That's the plan, have a few drinks with him. He was cute," I said, leaving the room to get different clothes. I sifted through, finally settling on a pair of my favorite light blue jeans, along with an old black AC/DC shirt. I went back into the bathroom. "I don't think he was that cute." I gazed up at her. "We may be twins, but we have very different taste in men," I stated, reaching over to start the shower.
"There is something off about him." I turned around to look at her, an eyebrow raised. "I don't know what it is, but something is just off about him," I rolled my eyes. I walked over to her, placing my hands on her shoulders. "That is why you are going to go with me," I stated as I gently pushed her out of the bathroom. My nice warm shower was short lived once I realized I didn't have long before I had to meet him at he bar. I got dressed, put on a tad of makeup and placed my hair into a sloppy bun. I walked out, seeing Diana laying across her bed, book in hand. "Get pictures yet?"
"Not yet, but when they come in Marcos is going I text me what they look like." I nodded as a padded over by the door, slipping on my shoes. "Are you coming or what?" I asked her over my shoulder. She slowly picked herself up from the bed, "I still don't feel right about this." She said, fear in her eyes. I sighed, "would it make you better if I brought a knife or something?" I questioned, locking eyes with her. She didn't reply, she didn't have to. I went back to the door, slipping my shoes off and putting my boots on. On one of the nightstands I grabbed my knife, slipping it into my right boot.
I stood there, waiting for a reaction. She sighed at me, but reluctantly went to out her shoes on. "That a girl!" I said as I looped my arm with hers and we left the room. Being only a block away, there was no need to take the car. The bar stunk of stale beer and the floor was sticky, music played in the background. I searched the dimly lit bar for a familiar face. Once finding who I believe to be the man from before, I walked across the room to join him. I sat down across from him, smiling. "Hey," he greeted, smiling.
"What's going on, sorry we're a little late." I shrugged slightly. "It's alright, my partner just ran to the bathroom." My eyebrows furrowed, I looked over at my sister, confused. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, wide eyed. "No, no, no, not like that. He's my FBI partner, we work together." I nodded, laughing slightly. Just then the tall man from before came and sat down across the table from me. "This is my partner Tommy and I'm Dennis," he smiled, gazing at his brother. I chuckled lightly, "Ironically I was listening to Styx earlier." Both men looked at me, confused.
"Tommy Shaw and Dennis DeYoung are members of the band," I stated, slightly looking down at the table. "She knows a lot of useless trivia," my sister said. "Oh I'm Diana, and this is Duncan," she explained, pointing to me. Dennis looked at me, a smile playing at his lips. I raised an eyebrow, returning the smile. "My mom wanted a boy," I laughed slightly as Diana nodded, agreeing. "Well if you were a guy, we probably wouldn't be here right now," Dennis said, smirking, winking slightly. I giggled at his flirtation.
Tommy who sat beside Dennis, looked uneasy, as if he didn't want to be here. I tried to wave it off, but something told me that Diana was right about these two men. "Is there anything in particular that you women would like to drink?" Dennis asked, turning on his charm once again. "Could you get us a beer and a few shots? It's been a long week," he nodded, hitting his partner on the shoulder and walking up to the bar. I turned to Diana "what is up with him?" I asked her, staring into her face.
"I told you there was something wrong with them."
"Do you know what? Can you get a connection?" I asked her; she closed her eyes. Underneath her lid, her eyes moved back and forth, she shook her head. "I can't get a clear connection in here, we will have to talk later." She stated as the guys came back to the table with the drinks. Turning my charm back on, I thanked Dennis for them. I held up one of the shots, "to old cars and shitty motels," I smiled. "Amen!" Dennis cheered as she clinked his shot against mine; Tommy and Diana followed. "So what brings you two rather handsome FBI agents out here?" I asked, setting the glass, upside down, on the table.
"We got a really weird case this time, someone or something broke into this poor guy's house, killing him."
"And the FBI is investigating a murder in a small town why?" I asked him, taking a sip of my beer.
"Well, it gets a little weirder. The guy was ripped to shreds, parts of him were missing, his whole body was in ribbons." He stated, Diana and I exchanged looks. "Is there anything that we need to worry about?" Diana asked, concern in her voice.
"You shouldn't have anything to worry about. Plus, we're in the room next to yours, if you need an help we are only a few feet away," Dennis said, smiling at me. I couldn't help but to return it. The four if us spent a few hours at the bar. Tommy eventually went back to their room, he wasn't one for drinking according to Dennis. Diana complained, about an hour after Tommy left, that she was tired. She didn't sound tired, nor did she look it. She had started to get that sickly feeling in her stomach; she sat on edge. Diana and I said bye to Dennis before leaving the bar. He offered to walk them back to the motel room, but Diana told him no. "She seems drunk, you sure you can handle her?" Dennis asked before we led the bar.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Diana stated, harshly. I stared at her for a moment, wide eyed. I think I was a little dunk. We left the bar, leaving Dennis there, drinking by himself. I slightly staggered across the few blocks to get back to the motel, Diana keep laughing at me. Halfway to the room, I stopped, leaning against her shoulder. "Hey, you gotta admit, he was adorable," I smiled widely at her. "Yeah, he's a regular teddy bear," she said rolling her eyes. "Let's get to home, you drunk." I stopped again, looking at her.
"What in the world makes to think that I'm drunk?" I questioned, pointing a finger at her, slightly slurring. "I didn't say you are drunk, I said you're a drunk!" I nodded slightly, agreeing with her before I continued to walk. "I still got an uneasy feeling about them."
"Listen woman, you need to relax. Take that little sick feeling and get over it." I laughed slightly, leaning against her. She glared at me for a moment, "you're drunk." I shrugged, "maybe." We continued our walk, which seemed to take forever. Once I saw the building I galloped over to the door, using the force to open the door. Diana laughed at me. Once I realized the force wasn't on my side, I pushed myself against the door. Diana continued to laugh at me, "I don't think it will open if you literally throw yourself against the door." I didn't listen as I banged against the door, trying to get into the room.
"What is going on?" A voice questioned, I ignored it, containing to push the door. "She's drunk and think he can open the door by pushing on it." He chuckled, I looked over to see Tommy leaning against the frame of the door. "Do you want help?" Diana nodded. Tommy walked over to me, placing an arm around my shoulders and guided me away from the door. Tommy kept talking to me, but I didn't hear him. "Hey, what's the story on your partner?" I slurred my words slightly, he looked at me, shocked. "Come on Duncan!" Diana yelled from the room. "Well thank you sir, for this fine midnight walk." Bowing a little, I smiled, kissed his cheek quickly and skipped back to the room. I walked over to the bed, falling down on it. "Mhmm bed," I mumbled as I curled up, falling asleep.
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