Jamie Nightingale haphazardly parallel parked her candy apple red Mustang and snatched the keys out of the ignition. Getting out of the car, she let her hazel eyes wander around the dark street. Another door shut from the passenger side of the car, and Jamie saw a figure stand. The figure walked over to her, standing about six inches taller than her, and stopped next to her.
"I don't see why we're stopping here." Jamie said, grabbing two piles of clothes out of the back seat of the car. She heard a small sigh from the other, taller, girl.
"This just doesn't sound like our kind of problem." Jamie added, slamming the back door, and shoving some clothes into the other girl's arms.
"Jamie, four people are dead. The police closed the cases because they didn't know how to explain them. Don't tell me this doesn't sound like our kind of problem." Julie Black whispered to her best friend. She took the clothes and walked over into a pitch-black alley to change. She looked around and walked deeper into the alley to make sure nobody else was there.
Jamie ran her fingers through her long dark brown hair and changed in the opening of the alley. She left her torn-up jeans and Daughtry t-shirt in the alley, and shoved her cell phone into the pocket of her jacket. When Julie walked out of the dark alley, Jamie threw her a fake FBI badge.
"Lets get this over with." Jamie said impatiently.
Julie rolled her big brown eyes and sighed, "Just don't do anything stupid."
Jamie smiled. "Whatever. Let's go." The girls walked down the street towards a bar where a victim's sister worked.
--
Dean Winchester flopped down onto the bed of the hotel room he was staying in. He sighed loudly, and put a pillow over his head. "Dude, if you don't hurry up, I'm going to bed and not getting up until tomorrow afternoon!" he yelled. The pillow muffled the sound, but his brother heard him.
Sam Winchester walked out of the bathroom, and threw a suit jacket at his older brother. "Come on. We've got to go tonight." He rolled his eyes as Dean fake-slept. "Dean!" Sam called from the doorway, "Let's go!"
Dean stood up off his bed and raised his eyebrows at Sam. "Oh, are you finally ready?" As he walked outside after his younger, but taller, brother, he added, "Where are we going anyway?"
Sam got into the passenger seat of the black '67 Chevy Impala and said, "I found out where one of the victim's sister works."
Dean got into the driver's seat and started the car. "Yeah. So?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "So, we're going to pay her a visit."
Dean smirked. "Is she hot?" he asked, as he pulled out of the hotel's parking lot.
Sam sighed, and gave Dean directions to the bar.
--
Inside the bar, Jamie and Julie walked through the crowds of people towards a bartender. Julie stepped back, letting Jamie do the talking. Jamie stepped forward and said, "Do you know if Jasmine Smith is working tonight?" The bartender nodded and said he'd be right back with her.
Julie pushed her brown hair out of her eyes and looked over her shoulder, towards the door. She watched as two FBI agents walked in. She turned back and pinched Jamie's arm. When Jamie turned and asked Julie what her problem was, Julie gestured behind them, as the two guys approached. Jamie swallowed, but stepped in front of them before they could say anything.
"What, they didn't think two agents was enough for this?" Jamie asked.
The shorter of the agents smirked. "That's exactly what they thought."
Jamie smirked right back. "Then you wouldn't mind showing us your badges." She held out her hand.
Sam looked over at Dean, and they both handed over their badges. Jamie took Dean's and Julie took Sam's. They both glanced down at them, and when Jamie looked back up, Dean had his hand out.
"Yours."
Jamie and Julie handed theirs over at the same time, and Julie studied Sam's badge. She handed his back, and held out her hand. Their eyes met and Julie smiled her I-know-something-you-don't-know smile.
Jamie tossed Dean's badge to him. She turned when someone else walked up. "Jasmine Smith?" Jamie asked, reaching for her badge. She turned as she realized it was gone, and snatched it from Dean.
Jamie and Julie led Jasmine outside, as Dean and Sam watched them out the window.
--
Sam looked at his brother. "What do you think?" he asked.
Dean smirked. "She was hot." He said, watching out the window.
Sam sighed. "I mean about the agents."
Dean turned and looked at him. "I know…The shorter one was hot."
Sam watched out the window, and shrugged. "That's not what I meant, and anyway," he said quietly, "The taller one's cuter."
--
Julie and Jamie finished questioning Jasmine, which didn't help them at all. Jasmine stuck to the story that she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and that everything that happened was just a freak accident. Before Jamie and Julie let Jasmine go back to work, Jamie gave her a little advice.
"You saw those other two agents, right? Don't answer any of their questions." Jamie said, looking at Julie.
Julie nodded. "They're fakes."
Jasmine walked back into the building and Jamie and Julie watched as she told Dean and Sam what the girls told her. Jamie busted out laughing, as Julie watched. She saw the guys walking towards the door, and hit Jamie in her ribs.
"Oh, shit." Jamie said.
The girls turned and ran back up the street as the guys walked out. Jamie, laughing the whole way, ran to her car and got in the driver's seat, with Julie in the passenger seat. She saw the guys in the rear-view mirror, standing where the Mustang used to be, as Jamie and Julie sped off.
--
Dean swore loudly, and turned to face the dark alley. Sam watched the car disappear into the darkness, until he heard Dean walk away.
"You think these are theirs'?" Dean asked, holding up two pairs of jeans, the shirts and jackets at his feet. Sam picked up the clothes and said, "Let's go."
The guys walked back to the Impala and drove off after the girls.
--