Warnings: None for this chapter

AN: So this is a test to see how this fic is going to be. It'll be dark, and I'll post warnings for each chapter. It kinda came to me because my friend and I love serial killer Dean. So I hope you guys enjoy. If you want more of it, let me know!

Special Agent Victor Henriksen stood at the window, staring into the interrogation room where the kid sat. Kid. He had to be about twenty-six. He should be getting ready to graduate from law school, not sitting in a police station, waiting for questioning. God, the world was so fucked up.

"Who is that?" One of his underlings asked. Victor didn't even need to look down at the file in his hand. He had it memorized.

"That is Sam Winchester." Victor said.

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" The agent asked.

"Ever heard of the St. Louis Stalker?" Victor asked.

"That kid did that?" The agent asked. Victor shook his head.

"No. But he knows who does." Victor said. "And I'm about to find out everything he knows." He watched as Sam played with a hole in his jeans. He seemed so innocent, so sweet. He was so shy when he was escorted into the building. He had been brought in to give them leads to finding the St. Louis Stalker. At least, that was one of the names given to the coast to coast serial killer. Sam knew who it was. He knew details that could lead them to him.

Victor could not wait to talk to him.

"Do you need help?" The agent asked. Victor shook his head.

"No," Victor said. "I have been waiting for this for a long time. I want the conversation to be natural. For him to feel safe." Victor couldn't stop the smile that was on his face. If he could get Sam to talk, and he could crack this case, he would be getting a very nice promotion soon. "I'll call if I need back up."

"Okay sir." The agent said. Victor adjusted his tie, rearranged the folder and tape recorder in his hands, then headed into the room.

Sam's head popped up at the sound of the door opening. He watched Victor as he walked in. His eyes held the galaxy in them it seemed, and they watched every move that the FBI agent made. Victor sat down across from him, setting out his things.

"Well, well, well." Victor said. "Samuel William Winchester."

"It's Sam." Sam said. "No one calls me Samuel."

"Duley noted." Victor said. "I'm Special Agent Victor Henriksen. I'm leading this case."

"Case? What case?" Sam asked.

"You know what case." Victor said. "But, for the sake of it all, it's the case against your brother."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam said, tapping his fingers on the table. "I haven't talked to my brother in years."

"I think we both know that's not true." Victor said, smirking some. "Sam, you're not in trouble. We know that you had nothing to with St. Louis. Or Minnesota. Or out in the Keys."

"But you think I have proof that Dean did?" Sam asked. "Well, like I said. I haven't spoken to Dean in years. So I don't know what he's gotten up to." Victor nodded, flipping through the file.

"Well, I still would like to know as much as you can give us." Victor told Sam. "He's hurt a lot of people."

"Do you have proof?" Sam asked.

"We have something" Victor said. "Now Sam, you aren't in trouble. We have no proof that you were tied to his murders…"

"Supposed murders." Sam said, a little hit of anger lacing his voice. Victor looked past that though, nodding.

"You're right." Victor said. "As I was saying though. We have no proof tying you to any of this, except the fact that Dean is your brother. Now, I can legally keep you here for 24 hours with no charges. But if you decide you don't want to cooperate, then things could start getting a little hairy." He said back in his chair and smiled at Sam. "Now, why don't you start from the very beginning. Tell me how all of this started." Sam stared down at the agent. "I've got all day."

"Fine." Sam sighed. "Fine. But you're going to think it's all crazy."

"I live for crazy." Victor explained. "It's in the job description."

"Okay." Sam said, leaning forward. "It all started in 1995…"