"So, what you boys are telling me is that demons are real?" the fed said, raising an eyebrow at these two boys sitting in his office.
"Yessir. It sounds crazy, trust me. I know. But it's true."
"And what did you say your names were?"
"I'm Dean and this is Sam Winchester." The fed sat up. Dean read his name plate. Special Agent Seeley Booth.
"So you two are the ones that leave a trail of death behind you."
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"Me and my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan. We've worked on the cases of the people you've killed." Dean snorted. That had to be fun. "It's not possible the way they died. Hodgins found traces of sulfur. Amazing amounts."
"That's a demon. They leave behind traces of it. Stinks. What did you do with the remains?" Sam asked, sitting forward.
"Well, they're in the Jeffersonian. Most investigations are still ongoing and-"
"We need access to those remains," Dean said, looking over at Sam. "Sam, you need to get salt and gasoline and a lot of matches."
"I can't let you-"
"Those spirits need to be released. Or your scientists are gonna die." The look in their eyes convinced Agent Booth. They were sincere and deep down, he knew it was true. These murderers? They couldn't be all human. Like... Pilant.
"Alright, fine. I'll get you in. Burn the bones and get gone. Bones is gonna have a fit..."