Story three! Yay!
Do I look like Eric Kripke? No? That's what I thought.

Chapter 1

"Dean Winchester. I've been looking for you." the man standing in front of them said.

The three Winchesters surveyed the scene. About a dozen squad cars were in front of the hospital and a large van, obviously for transporting prisoners. There were twelve police officers all over the parking lot, guns out and trained on the three. The man in front of them was FBI, according to his vest. He wore a smug smile.

"And you are?" Dean asked, stepping in front of his siblings.

"The name's Henricksen. I've been on your tail for a while. But you've always been one step ahead. Too bad you had to make a hospital visit." he answered.

"Why are you after us?" Sam asked, staring at Henricksen.

"He speaks. I didn't expect to hear from you, Sam." he said, "Why am I after you? Saint Louis. Your brother tortured and killed innocent people. Not to mention the credit card fraud and the grave desecrations. I would have had you sooner, but you hide your tracks pretty well."

"Huh." Dean said.

"Yeah. Now, let's get down to business. Are you all going to come quietly? Or are we going to have to catch you?"

"I don't really feel like running today. What about you guys?" Dean asked, turning to his younger siblings.

"I'll walk." Sam said.

"Don't really feel like ripping my stitches." Elizabeth said, holding her bandaged shoulder, as it was still sore.

"Then it's settled. My place." Henricksen said with a smile.

Two police officers came forward and walked over to Sam and Eli to put the handcuffs on them. Henricksen did the same with Dean. All three were handcuffed in a matter of seconds, Eli grimacing slightly as they were put on because of her shoulder. All three of the Winchesters were then searched for weapons.

"Don't have too much fun with this, buddy." Eli said, with a smug smile. The officer rolled his eyes, along with Sam. Dean, on the other hand, chuckled.

The three were escorted to the van. They sat down next to each other on the benches in the back, across from Agent Henricksen. He looked at the three siblings with triumph. It was clear he had been waiting a long time for this.

After a long (and awkward), ride to the station, they were taken out of the van and brought inside the station. Everyone watched as they came in, most confused at why the FBI would be after these seemingly-normal people.

"Take them to holding. And make sure they're secure." he said. The officers shoved Dean's shoulder a little when he was going a little too slow for their tastes.

"Watch it." Dean muttered as he continued to walk along.

They were taken down a hallway and then made a right. They then approached the second door on the left. The interior was gray and the whole room looked cold and unforgiving. There were four cells, out of which, three were occupied. The Winchesters were shoved into the only empty one. All but one of the officers left. The only remaining one closed and locked the door to the cell before following the others out.

"CAN I HAVE MY PHONE CALL?!" Elizabeth yelled.