Chapter One

The Detective

Dean Winchester

I stepped into the bar, my dress shoes clicking on the floor. Even after all this time I still felt out of place in a monkey suit. I adjusted my tie awkwardly. I scanned the bar, looking for a local who may know more about the case Sammy and I were working.

My eyes locked on a curvy pale woman with jet black hair that fell down her back in messy curls. Jack pot. "Excuse me, mam." I began, as I slid onto the bar stool next to her.

She looked up at me and met my eyes with icy blue ones. She looked about 25 years old. There was something calm about her. "You're excused." She said flatly, turning back to her folder of papers in front of her.

I cleared my throat, trying again. "Mam my name is Special Agent Carter. Can I ask you a few questions?"

This seemed to spark her interest. I saw her eyebrow twitch slightly. She shut her folder and ran her fingers along the cover. She tossed her leg over her knee and titled her head to the side. "Special agent, huh? Can I see your badge?"

I nodded and pulled the fake FBI badge out of the pocket in my jacket. She took it in her fingers and seemed to over examine it.

"Agent Carter. You're a little far away from home, aren't you?"

"Yes mam." I grinned at her. She kept ahold of my badge and she smiled at me curiously.

"What brings you to my little town?"

"I'm looking into the suspicious deaths that have happened in this town." I said, leaning closer to her. "I don't suppose you knew anything about that?"

Her upper lip twitched slightly. "Why would I?"

"I don't know, mam. That's why I'm asking." My eyebrows furrowed. She was making this difficult. "Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

She laughed out loud. "You feds are so squirrelly. What? You're not used to getting your way. Can't intimidate a girl so you're getting your panties in a bunch." She handed me my badge back.

I raised an eyebrow. She was feisty. She was annoying. "Listen Miss..."

"That's Detective Langston, to you, agent." She said sliding out her own badge.

I raised an eyebrow. "A little young for a detective."

"I could say the same thing about you, agent." Her jaw was tight. She was studying me. "I know for a fact my office didn't call you down here. So why does DC have a concern about some missing locals?"

I narrowed my eyes, trying to play it cool. I hate it when they try to ask questions. Just go with it, lady. "Listen, sweetheart."

"God, that's just typical. Isn't it? Sweetheart? Listen, you condescending asshat." She stood up and pressed her index finger against my tie on my chest. "I want to speak to your supervisor, agent."

I tried to avoid the urge to groan. Poke me again, and I swear. "You got it, Detective." I reached into my jacket. "Call em." I handed her my bogus card with Bobby's number on it. He would bail me out. He always does. I leaned against the bar top, feeling awkward in my clothes. In my own skin.

She typed the number into her phone and paced back and forth as it rang.

I took this opportunity to study her. She wore tight black dress pants and high heels. She had a long sleeved maroon shirt that hugged her curves and a necklace that fell directly in her cleavage. Two perfect breasts. Get it together, Dean. This woman is trying to bust you. Think with your right fucking head. I tried to shake off the lust that was growing.

"Hello, my name is Detective Ava Langston with Clyde Hill PD in Washington." She pursed her lips. "I'm calling about one of your agents." She narrowed her eyes. "Uncle Bobby? Is that you?"

I stood up immediately, taken aback. Uncle?

"Holy shit! I thought that was you."

She looked more relaxed now. She was leaning against the bar again. "Well since I know you aren't a fed, who am I talking to right now?" She eyed me, again. "Mmhm. Which one are you?" She was talking to me.

"Uh. Dean." I grunted.

"Dean Winchester, huh?" She looked amused, interested. She looked down at the bar top and nodded a few times. "Yeah, sure." She looked back up at me. "He wants to talk to you."

I took the phone from her. "Bobby?"

"Listen here, idgit. You and your brother are like sons to me, but Ava is my blood. You don't mess with her. Ya here me? I will kill you dead."

I grunted, with a nod. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm serious, Dean. She is off limits."

I looked up, making eye contact with her. Ava. "I hear you, Bobby. You got it."

I could hear Bobby grumbling on the line. "Idgit." Click.

I handed her the phone back. "So this is awkward." I said with an uncomfortable laugh.

She slowly sat back on her barstool. "Dean Winchester. Bobby talks about you a lot." She commented.

"I didn't know he had a niece." I lowered myself back on to my stool.

"I'm not surprised." She said cooly. "I think he tried to keep me out of your line it work."

"So you're really a detective?" I asked skeptically.

"Mhm." She said with a nod. "And you think these disappearances are a... case?"

"I have my suspicions. Not much to go on yet. Sammy is doing some research back at the motel."

"Well, Dean. Why don't you buy me a drink and you can tell me what you think is in my little town."

I raised an eyebrow. I felt a flutter in my chest. What the fuck? "Like what? A cosmo?"

"Try a beer. But if princess Winchester wants a cosmo I'm sure we can get you one."

I laughed out loud. "Okay. You got me." I put up my hands in surrender and waved over the bartender. "Two beers."

"And whatever he's having." Ava grinned at me.

What a woman.

The bartender handed her two beers and one for me. "So, Ava. What can you tell me about the vics?"

"No real connection." She said taking a swig. "All great people. Successful. Two men and a woman. Different ages. Different parts of town." She sighed.

"They're all successful?" I asked taking another drink. Maybe it was the beer, or being near her, but my head was buzzing.

"Yeah. The woman, Jane, was the youngest CEO in her company's history. First woman, too. A real go getter. Lawrence married a supermodel. She's way out of his league. They do seem really happy, though. Nice couple."

I finished my beer and gestured for another. I had a nasty feeling in my gut that I knew what was ganking people in town. "And the third?"

"The third was just a kid. Nineteen years old. He got into Princeton. He was home for Christmas break."

I rubbed my face with my hands.

"What?" She questioned, leaning in closer to me. I got a whiff of her perfume and felt a little dizzy. "Do you know what's doing this?"

"If I had to bet my life on it, I'd say a cross roads demon."

She sat up a little straighter. "A demon? How do you deal with that?"

I sighed. "You really don't. We can send it back to hell, but it'll claw its way out eventually. If we can find out how many more people made deals we may be able to protect them. For awhile."

"A deal? What do you mean?"

I looked at this woman. Her blue eyes were serious. Bobby's niece. I reminded myself. "Someone summoned the damn thing and made a deal. Something for their soul. They get ten years and whamo hell hounds come for your ass and drag you off."

She finished the next half of her beer in one large gulp. "Jesus."

"I'll say."

"So, how are we going to find out who else made a deal?"

I laughed and finished my third beer. "We aren't doing anything, sweetheart. Sammy and I will take care of this."

"God, again with the sweetheart bit. What? Am I supposed to swoon? I'm coming with you."

"No, you're not." I put my hands up as if to tell her to stop.

"I am. End of story. This is my town. These are my people to protect."

"This is a demon, Ava. Not some regular run of the mill psychopath."

"I get that." She said with a hushed tone. "And I'm not just a detective."

Something came over me. "You didn't." I stood up, shaking my head. "Tell me you didn't."

"Didn't do what exactly?"

"You didn't make a deal. Please tell me you didn't make a deal with this son of a bitch."

"Seriously? You're really asking me that?"

"You're pretty young for a detective! Is it such a crazy thought?"

She laughed and shook her head. "You know what? Fuck you, Dean. Fuck off." She stood up after finishing her beer. She slid into her leather coat. "No, I didn't make a deal. I'm just good at my job. I know it's a crazy concept to think that a woman could progress so quickly in a job made for boys, but I did it. I'm good at my job, asshat. So call me when you need me, because you will need me."

She turned away from me and walked away, swinging her hips. She pushed out fo the bar into the cold December night.

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"Bobby's niece, wow." Sam said as he lounged on his bed in the motel.

"That's what I said." I sat on a chair and the table in the corner, leaning with my feet on the table.

"He called me immediately and told me to stay away from her." Sam laughed. "I can't believe we haven't heard of her before."

"She's something else, Sammy. A real spitfire."

"Bobby told me about her, Dean." He scooted to the edge of his bed.

"What did he say?"

"Her mom died when she was 9."

"Fuck."

"It was a demon, Dean."

"Like what happened to mom?" I asked.

"It was a crossroads demon."

"What was her deal?" I leaned forward in my chair, resting my feet back on the floor.

"She wanted to have a child. She did it for Ava."

"Does she know?"

Sammy shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Do you think this is the same thing that kill her mom? Here twenty five years later to collect again?"

"It's possible."

"I don't like that possibility." I said standing up. I walked into the bathroom to splash my face with water. I held both sides of the sink, staring at my reflection. Is this what she saw when she looked at me? My tired, aging face. She was right, of course. I didn't need her for the case, but I did want to call her. I needed to see her again. I wanted to.

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Thank you so much for reading! I have been making my way back through the Supernatural series and it is making me itch to write so here we are! This is my first Supernatural fic. At the moment I have ths storyline set up to be before Dean goes to hell.

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