A/N: The Chicago crime lab thing is probably complete fiction. I have no idea if it actually exists. And I'm new to the SPN fandom. (Almost done with season 2 new) So please bear with me. Also, the next chapter will probably be a "two months earlier" kinda thing.
Sam stared at the screen of the laptop, brown eyes scanning over the latest news article. A young girl was found dead in an alleyway. According to the police report (Which he'd illegally found), she was torn apart from the inside out.
A sudden sound, and movement, had him whirling around, gun drawn.
"Woah there Sammy boy. Put that thing down."
Sam sighed, relaxing a bit as he lowered his weapon. It was just his brother. "You're lucky I noticed it was you."
A smirk lifted the corner of Dean's mouth as he set their coffees on the table beside Sam.
"Dude, you're way too jumpy lately. Calm down."
"You saw it too Dean. That thing.. it looked just like her. Like Jess."
"Yeah but it wasn't. That's what demons do Sam. They lie. Ya' gotta let it go man. Seriously."
Sam shook his head, a frown on his lips.
"It was different. It was like.. like it knew her."
Dean gave a sigh. It was always like this whenever the subject was brought up. Sam was way too on edge.
"Let's talk about this later little brother. What've ya' got?"
Even though the topic had changed, it was still on both of their minds. It had been a terrifying situation for the two brothers. Whether one admitted it or not.
"Um.. Sixteen year old Amy Vance was found dead in an alley just outside Chicago."
"And how is it our thing?"
"Says here she was was torn from the inside out. Know a human who could do that?"
"So whatcha think did it?"
A shake of the younger's head told Dean that he had no clue.
"Dunno. Which is why F.B.I agents Chad and Norman Collins are checkin' out the crime lab tonight. It's about a five hour drive from here."
"Chad and Norman Collins 'eh?"
"Yep. Your I.D's in your bag Norman."
Dean winces at the offensive name and shot his younger brother an icy glare.
"Why can't you be Norman?"
"'Cause I was Manfred the last time you got our . Payback's a bitch."
"Dude, it was the only name available."
"Still pissed about it."
"You're such a pansy."
"Says the one who doesn't want to be Norman."
"Screw you Sammy."
That brought a smile Sam's lips as Dean glared at him once again.
Meanwhile in Chicago
"The boys will think you're their father. You have his appearance, his memories. Just keep your eyes normal, and watch out for anything holy." Meg looked 'John' in the face, eyeing him sternly. "Got that?"
"Understood."
A small, sinister smile lit up the possessed woman's face.
"Good boy."
"God I hate this suit."
"Stop bein' such a wuss Dean. Seriously."
Dean grimaced, brushing a hand over his short, light colored hair.
"All these goddamn costumes cost my hard earned cash Sammy."
Sam raised an eyebrow at that statement. Was his brother serious?
"Since when did poker games and winning bets count as hard work?"
"Since I saved your ass doin' it."
"Yeah yeah. That spirit woulda slit my throat if you hadn't stalled. Thanks, by the way."
"You're welcome. Anyway, where are goin'?"
Sam turned left, pulling into a rather large parking lot. A little too large for Chicago.
"Chicago Crime Lab. Known to everyone else as the CCL. It's where they took Amy's body."
"Okay smatypants. Anything we need to know about this Amy chick? She hot?"
"Dude she's dead!"
"Can't blame a guy for askin'."
The brunette rolled his eyes, cutting the Impala's engine and making sure his I.D was with him.
"You comin' Norman?"
Would you shut your cake hole Chad?"
"F.B.I agents don't talk like that dude. Tone it down a bit or we'll get our asses locked up and be no good to anyone."
"Fat chance of that Sammy. We're not even two feet in front of the damn place and-..."
"And what?"
"Dad."