Hello! Thanks to whoever bothered to click on this story. Sam and Dean aren't main characters in this story; sorry about that. I wanted to experiment with the Supernatural universe, with my own characters. I'd love to hear feedback, get follows and favorites and all that good stuff, but I won't demand them for updates. I write this for my personal enjoyment, and put it on here for you lovelies to enjoy if you so wish to. Cutting the rant short: Without further ado, ENJOY! (Hopefully) :D

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"I'm bored," Neil groaned, sitting upside-down on the couch. "Don't we have a case? A ghost, a demon? Skinwalker?"

"Not at the moment. And stop sounding so sad about it. Wasn't the last monster bad enough?" Adam said from behind his laptop. Though, he was a bit bored, too. Ever since he was dragged into the whole demon-hunting thing, he was always bored between cases. And it wasn't like he could go back to his old job. Not after what had happened to bring him into hunting.


"Emma Garret, 29, worked as a guidance counselor at a local elementary school," Adam listed off of the victim's file, which was pulled up on the plasma screen beside his desk. "Tortured and then murdered by her husband Benjamin Garret, whom we caught by street camera walking into the house only thirty minutes before the estimated time of death, then walking back out two minutes after the time of death."

"Why are you telling us this?" His probationary officer, Jeffery Marks, asked from his desk. "If we've arrested the guy that killed her, why are we still investigating?"

Adam gave him a look. He was the leader of a team of detectives, and this was bothering him. "Because the husband is adamant that he was out at a bar with a friend at that time. We've asked the friend, and he confirmed. Garret is the one who claims to have found his wife, dead and bloody in their bedroom. But the body was covered in his bloody fingerprints and his hair was found on the body. In addition to the street camera sightings."

"So the guy has a crappy alibi and one person to confirm it. I don't see the importance here. Sounds like a big lie." Marks commented, his feet propped on his desk.

Adam went to his computer and tapped on the keyboard for a second. Another picture and file was pulled up. "Jason Haley, 34, police officer. Brutally murdered inside his home. His body was bloody and battered, covered in his wife's fingerprints and a few of her hairs at the crime scene."

"So… The wife did it." Marks said slowly.

"Katherine Haley claims to have been at a party at the time of death, and multiple guests have confirmed her presence. Her husband had broken his leg in a criminal chase the week before, and insisted that she not miss the party because he was stuck on the couch. She came home late that night to find her husband on the couch, right where she'd left him, but cut open and covered in blood. Dead. We don't have video evidence for this one, but her fingerprints were all over the victim." He looked at Marks, and his senior officer, Angie Matthews, both of whom had their attention focused on the screen. His other agent, Greg Pearson, was sitting at his desk, tapping at his keyboard, though his eyes flicked up at the screen, and Adam knew he was listening.

"So two murders… By people who claim to have been somewhere else during the time of the murder, and both have witnesses of them being at those places." Angie recapped, sounding interested. Adam nodded in confirmation.

"Maybe it's some one-in-a-million chance and they both have identical twins?" Marks suggested, his feet still propped up on his desk, though he sounded intrigued, too.

"I checked. Haley has a younger brother, five years younger than she is. And Garret is an only child." Adam said, running a hand through his hair. "Plus, identical twins don't have the same fingerprints."

"Oh." Marks said sheepishly. "Yeah, I… Um, forgot."

"I don't get it. All of the evidence at the crime scene tells us that we've caught our killers. But we've also got evidence that they were somewhere other than the crime scene at the time of the murder." Adam sat down at his desk. "I'm going to figure this out." He said, mostly to himself.


It was late, and Adam's desk was illuminated only by a desk lamp and the glow of his computer screen. Angie and Marks had gone home hours ago, leaving Adam and Pearson the only ones still at their desks.

"Hey, Greg." Adam said, his interest peaked at the fact that Pearson was still here. Usually, he left as soon as hours were over when they didn't have a case, which they didn't, as of right now. Well, Adam had a case. The others didn't.

"Yeah, Wade?" Pearson answered. Adam's brow furrowed. Pearson usually called him by his first name, or "Boss". Hardly ever by his last name.

"Um, didn't you call in sick the other day and say you wouldn't be back until tomorrow?" Adam asked. When Pearson had shown up that morning, Adam had just assumed he'd felt better sooner than expected and brushed it off. But something had pushed him to ask about it now.

"Yeah. I just got better a bit sooner than I'd thought. Nothing big." Pearson shrugged.

"What're you doing here so late?" Adam asked. He didn't understand why he was so suspicious of his own officer, but something was nagging at him.

"I didn't get to finish my report from the last case. The Haley case. I was out. I'm finishing it now so I can turn it in to you." Pearson said, his fingers tapping at his keyboard. "I just remembered as the others started to leave. Sorry about that."

Adam nodded. "It's fine, Pearson." He returned to his own computer. He brought up the video from the street camera that showed Garret going into and walking out of his house right before and after the time of death. He watched the man leave the house, head down and covered in a hood, hands shoved into the pockets of the hoodie. He only looked up once, his face passing through full view of the camera. That was how they'd gotten the face ID. Adam blinked and sat straighter in his chair. He rewound the video and played it frame by frame.

There it was. Garret's eyes were pointed at the camera's lens for a total of five frames. But while they were, they were… Glowing. Not just light reflecting off of them, no, they glowed. Lit up, pure bluish white. "What the…?" He played the frames again. "What… Is this even human?" He mumbled.

Pearson looked up from his desk, and then clicked a few things on his computer. He yawned, and then shut off the monitor. "Well, Wade, I'm going to head home. I'll send in the report tomorrow, after I've proofread it." Pearson said, and then picked up his belongings.

"Alright. Night, Greg." Adam said from his desk. Pearson nodded at him, walking towards the elevator. Adam glanced at the time in the corner of his computer screen. 10:33 P.M. He looked at the video again. Those eyes, the glowing. He wondered what exactly they were dealing with, and how exactly they were supposed to fight it.


Adam woke up to the sound of feet on the floor, and opening and closing drawers. He brought his head up from where it lay on his desk, and blinked. He checked the time on his computer. 6:47 A.M. Had he fallen asleep? He looked around, at Angie and Marks, who were gearing up, sticking guns in holsters and grabbing badges and bags.

"What's going on?" He asked, following suit and grabbing his gun and badge.

"I answered your phone; sorry about that." Angie said, finishing putting her gun in its holster. "It's Pearson."

Adam froze in place. "Pearson is dead?" He said, in slight disbelief.

"No," Angie said, looking at him. "Pearson killed someone."