Epilogue
Dean looks around, scanning the area. He didn't know why he was so jumpy, but for some reason, he was on edge. He tapped his fingers anxiously.
"Dude, stop drumming Metallica on the desk. I can't think." Sam said, typing at the computer.
"Something's off, Sam." Dean said.
"What?" Sam said, not at all concerned.
"I think we're being watched." Dean said.
"Dean, when are we ever not being watched?" Sam asked, finding an article on Roman Industries.
"You know what I mean. Our faces were on the TV not too long ago. What if someone recognizes us and calls the police? We're sort of at a draw with good luck." Dean said. He sat down next to Sam at the library computer.
"We can't run based on a 'what it', Dean, besides, my computer is dead, and until we get a room, it's not gonna magically recharge. I'm printing what we need, then we can get out of here, okay?" Sam asked, a little worried about his brother. He was never this on edge. Even for a hunter, Dean was being paranoid.
"Fine. But hurry." Dean said.
"I'm also adding it to the flash drive full of Dick-related stuff." Sam said. Dean closed his eyes for a second, breathing in, then out, while Sam pulled the flash drive out of the computer and waited for the printer to print.
"Friggin' computer won't print." Sam said, hitting the printer.
"Let's just go. You have it on the flash drive; we can charge your computer then print it. We need to get out of here, Sammy." Dean said, getting an odd feeling in his stomach.
"Fine." Sam said. He pocketed the flash drive and started walking with his brother towards the exit. Sam's stomach hollowed as they passed row after row of empty bookshelves. Not even the clerk was there.
"Dean-" Sam started. He was cut off as they opened the door.
"This is the FBI! Put your hands on your hand and get on your knees!" A voice in a megaphone yelled. There were three police vehicles and three black SUVs. About twenty people were pointing guns at them.
Sam and Dean obliged and put their hands on their heads. Two people came forward, FBI agents. One was female with long, wavy, brunette hair. She had freckles sprinkling her cheeks and bright green eyes. Her skin was Texas-tan. She was wearing a blue shirt and black jeans.
She pulled Dean's hands behind his back and handcuffed them. She gave him a smirk as she walked him to the police car. She shoved his head under the car roof and slammed the door.
Dean smiled seductively at her through the window. She shook her head and walked away. Dean saw a tattoo of the moon on her hip. He sighed a little.
Sam was put in a separate vehicle behind Dean's. Dean saw the brunette talking with one of the other agents. He saw her put away her gun and slide her hair behind her ears. She was nodding at something the older man said.
She looked over at Dean and Dean saw something in her eyes. Something was familiar about the look it held. Before he could interpret it, she blinked and it was gone. She looked away and started towards one of the SUVs.
Dean sighed, fidgeting in his handcuffs. How had the FBI known where they were? When did the FBI get so hot? What was her name? Number?
Dean thought about how he and Sam were gonna get out of this one. They didn't have time to get arrested. Dean wished Bobby was there. He could talk the agents out of this. Hopefully. Maybe.
A police officer got into Dean's car and started driving. Dean opened his mouth to say something, but the officer intervened.
"If you so much as smirk, I'm gonna accidentally-on-purpose gonna crash this car into a lake, got it, dick?" He said.
"Yep." Dean said. He shrugged, knowing they saw him as a serial killer and God-knows what else.
They drove to the station where the officer practically shoved him into an interrogation room. Why? Dean thought. What could this FBI team possibly want to know?
Dean pondered all this as he waited. Nearly an hour later, the door opened.
"About time." He said, but was quickly quieted. His brunette beauty was his interrogator.
"Hello there, Dean Winchester." She said. In her hands was a box of files. "I'm Supervisory Special Agent Raegan Hale. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I'd be lying." She said, smirking.
Dean gulped. This was gonna be one long interrogation.