Epicenter

The Winchester brothers had been driving around for hours until Sam's insistence that they check the map of the area out. Dean pulled the Impala over and stepped out. His legs were stiff and it was good to get out of the car even for a little bit.

"Is Twin Peaks even on the map Sammy?" Dean asked as he attempted to look over Sam's shoulder to look.

"Damnit Dean," Sam was annoyed. They were both tired and looking for a good place to stay. "Just stand to the side," Sam was rapidly losing patience with his older brother. Dean may have been the older brother but he had the mentality of a kid brother. Sam looked around the trees. It all looked the same to him. It was impossible to find any landmark amongst the large fir trees.

Two black sedans roared past their poition. "Follow them, I guess," Dean said as he jumped into the Impala. It was easy to see that the black sedans belonged to the FBI. "Shit, they're in a damn hurry," Dean noted.

Dean floored the Impala to keep up with the sedans. They were almost going full pelt and they had a tough time keeping up with them. "I'm not getting anything on the net about it. Whatever's going on, it's pretty low-key," Sam explained. But this looked like it was something major.

"Anything on Twin Peaks we should know about?" Dean asked, not daring to turn his attention from the winding street at this speed. He made sure to keep the car a safe distance as to not draw unnecessary attention to themselves.

"Oh… The local Sheriff is Harry S Truman," Sam sighed. It's probably going to be on a power trip. "Here's something that's been going on for some time," Sam had checked the news clippings that were posted on the net. "There was a rape and murder of a girl by her father. Another girl escaped. A drug dealer was shot and was later murdered in the hospital. The father died in police custody. FBI special Agent Dale Cooper was wounded. He was accused of doing drugs. A drug suspect went catatonic. Another drug dealer and…" Sam was reluctant to continue.

"And what, Sammy?" Dean asked.

"And a woman known as Blackie at an over the border casino was found killed as well," he said carefully.

"Christ, Sammy," Dean stared wide eyed. "How long has this shit been going on?" He asked. "Why haven't we heard about this sooner?"

"This had only happened in the last four to five weeks," Sam answered as he closed the laptop. That was all he could find out at the moment.

"Seriously?" Dean shook his head. Twin peaks really didn't sound like it was going to be a quiet place to visit. It seemed like an Epicenter of evil. That was the best way to describe it and they hadn't even reached Twin Peaks yet.

TWIN PEAKS Sheriff Department

"You mean we're going to just waltz right into the sheriff department?" Sam was skeptical about this course of action. That was unusual since wherever hell hole they found themselves in… The lawmen were hardly ever welcoming.

"Yes," Dean responded. He understood his brother's trepidation about wandering in especially with the Feds hanging around. "Come on," Dean urged Sam to tag along as he approached the wooden building.

"Ok," Sam reluctantly followed.

They walked through the glass doors and entered into the department as if nothing was amiss. The voice of an older man could be heard shouting at the receptionist. "We have been called here by Sheriff Truman!" The old man said loudly.

"He is at the Great Northern Hotel in Agent Cooper's room," the receptionist said.

"Thanks Lucy," A younger man said as he put the cigarette in his mouth and the three agents left. "They're waiting at the Great Northern, Gordon!" He raised his voice to talk with the older man.

"Good idea, Albert, we should go check The Great Northern Hotel! They're probably waiting for us in Coop's room," Gordon said as they went to leave the building.

"Watch it," Albert said in an annoyed tone as he brushed past Dean. "Two-bit locals, I'm sure they take lessons on how to get in the way," Albert said to him.

Dean laughed goofily. "Yeah, we sure do," he commented to try and get up the Agent's nose.

"Listen here. I don't know who you are and frankly, I don't care," Albert removed his sunglasses. "But you best stay out of our way since we have very important work to do," Albert continued on.

"Yeah sir," Dean said as the others left the building.

"Way to blend in Dean," Sam said with annoyance. He couldn't believe that his brother would set out to antagonize an FBI agent.

"Well he believes I'm a local," Dean smirked as he approached Lucy the receptionist. He read the receptionist's badge. "Hey Lucy Moran," Dean greeted with a friendly smile.

"Can I help you?" She asked as she put the phone down again. It had been running off the hook since they arrived. "Is this important?" She asked in as much of a friendly tone as she could muster.

"Dean Smith," Dean extended his hand so she could shake it. "We're part of Albert's team," he said.

"Oh, he acted like he didn't know you," She replied.

"Really?" Sam said. "I didn't expect anything more different from Albert. You know what he's like," Sam extended his hand as well. "I'm Agent Wesson," Sam smiled to her. "We're here to offer you any help we can," it was easy to slide in.

"You don't look like FBI agents," Lucy stood up and looked the two people standing in front of her carefully. They weren't dressed like the others. The short one wore and old green jacket while the tall wore a relatively new black jacket. They were too casual. "Are you sure you two are FBI agents?" She asked.

Dean lowered his head and laughed. "We're sure. These are our casual clothes. We're going to get something to eat, check into the Great Northern and get changed there," Sam answered for Dean. "Can you recommend a good place to eat? It's been a long journey," Sam enquired.

"Oh yeah. The Double R Diner," Lucy answered. "It's run by Norma Jennings. A real nice lady," she continued.

"Thanks," Sam smiled at her again. "We'll get some food, check in and then come here and see how we can help," he explained to her.

"Please don't take too long," Lucy said as the two left the building.

"Well that was easy," Dean said as he stood next to the car.

"Too easy. It's obvious that something's going on here at the moment Dean and when the dust clears we best be careful," Sam was the voice of caution. Someone had to be out of the two brothers and that one wasn't going to be Dean.

"Shut up and get in the car," Dean said lightheartedly. "I'm hungry," he said.