This is my first Supernatural fanfic so don't hate. Also I'm only on season 2 and may not know some things. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Sixteen-year-old Sam stared down disdainfully at the forged FBI ID in his hand. "Dean, do you seriously believe they're going to believe we are from the FBI?"
"Course they will, Sammy. Dad said they would," Dean replied not-so-reassuringly.
"Back with the 'must follow Dad's orders at all cost' again," Sam muttered under his breath.
Dean just glared at him. "Do you want to work this case without Dad or what?"
"Fine, fine, fine." Sam shoved the ID in his suit pocket and brushed back his hair again.
"Seriously, dude, again? You're worse than Casey!" Dean exclaimed, referencing his latest girlfriend.
Sam rolled his eyes and playfully punched his brother before turning and heading out the door to the Impala.
John Winchester was busy working a dangerous case with poltergeists in Colorado when he heard from one of his contacts about a strange violent death in Iola, Kansas. Suspecting he wouldn't be back in time to deal with it and seeing as it was so close to his home, John had given his sons the opportunity to work a case together without any of his help for the first time. They had readily agreed, but it had turned out they would need police clearance. Dean went to an old contact of their dad's for forged FBI badges.
Dean followed his brother out to his car and drove the thirty minutes to Iola, blasting ACDC music most of the way. They pulled up to the victim's house. It was a small two-story ranch house with little outside decoration. The small garden next to the porch was overgrown with untended grass and weeds.
No other police were about and the two young men walked up the steps. Dean reached forward and knocked politely on the red door. A minute later a short man with messy blond hair and bloodshot hazel eyes opened the door. "The hell you want?" he asked gruffly, using the doorframe to hold himself up.
"Hello, sir," Dean said. "I'm Agent Phil Rudd and this is my junior partner Agent Doug Aldrich." He and Sam held up their badges quickly.
"We're here about the murder of your wife, Abigail Reynolds," Sam continued.
The man, Harold Reynolds, scowled at Sam suspiciously. "Now, Cocky right here might be an FBI agent," he said, pointing at Dean, "but you certainly aren't."
"I assure you we are both accredited FBI agents and-" Dean started.
"Shut it. The FBI doesn't hire high schoolers. Now, you may think this is the best prank you've pulled all year, but I can tell you it is not. My wife was murdered and you fricking think you can waltz in here pretending to be FBI agents?! Get off my property and pray you never see me again or I'll call the real cops!"
"But we're real FBI a-" Sam tried.
"Go! Now!" Mr. Reynolds shouted.
Imagining how pissed their dad would be if they were indicted for impersonating officers of the law, they ran quickly to the car and got in. Dean tore out of the driveway and onto the highway before dissolving into laughter. "Shit, man, that was awesome!" he shouted, high-fiving his brother.
Good? Bad? Survivable? I hope you liked it though! Please tell me what you think in a review! Concrit appreciated! "This sux!" is not concrit!
