A/N- Helloooo my lovely Supernatural fans! A few months have passed and I havent really gotten the time to post anything, but I've sure had enough time to write down some cute(some painful) one-shots. Here's one of my favourites! Enjoy!
I do not own the Winchesters. Just Meredith :)
Dean Winchester was inside of the Sheriff's office, having a talk with the big man, with Sam by his side. They were investigating recent reports of multiple missing persons. The boys were dressed in their normal, FED suits, talking to the sheriff, who handed them copies of files of each missing person. Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, as he stood, watching the sheriff stutter through his words, trying to explain what he was doing about the situation. He raised his eyebrows at the short, stumpy man with a messy mustache and brown eyes. Dean kept a neutral expression- one he used on people to let them know he wasn't fucking around with his 'job'. He glanced out the window and furrowed his brows slightly, noting two people having a conversation right beside his Impala. One was a cop, and the other, was Meredith Winchester. He let Sam take over, letting him do more of the talking as Dean inched closer to the window, watching.
Meredith Winchester stood in front of the six foot two man, one hand on her hip as she looked up at him. He had all her fake IDs, passports, badges, you name it, sprawled out on the hood of the Impala. He looked at her, with one eyebrow raised.
"Care to explain?" he asked.
"I'm a woman of many identities." She replied.
"Right- so, Amy…Hattens? Alyssa Jones? Grace Turner? Meredith Ledesma? Meredith Winchester?" he asked, naming a few of the names he read from the many drivers licenses. "Which one is it?"
"Grace Turner." She replied confidently. The officer opened his mouth to say something but she stopped him. "But, I'm also Amy, Alyssa and Meredith." She grinned. The man rolled his eyes.
"Fake IDs, driver's license's, passports, FED badges, you got anything that's real on you?" he asked. Meredith stood quietly for a brief moment, thinking. Well…you're gonna end up in the slammer one way or another…
"My dick." She said, looking up at the man. Within seconds, she was pressed face down on the hood of the Impala, the cool metal of handcuffs being secured around her wrists.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." He said.
"That's great, officer. Now, tell me," she said as he turned her around to lean against the car. "Will you be in court?" she asked with a smirk.
"That damn girl…" Dean Winchester muttered to himself, watching as his wife was arrested. He wanted nothing more than to run out and knock the officer out, but he knew better, it'd blow his cover. The second they were done with the sheriff, they-well…Dean, ran down to the holding cells. He leaned against the wall opposite the cell his wife was in and sighed.
"What happened?" he asked the officer.
"Bunch of fake IDs, impersonation. She's like a con or something." He muttered, looking back at the woman. Meredith gave a sickly-sweet smile and waved. "Asked her if she had anything real on her…she said…well…I quote 'My dick' ." he told Dean. Dean tilted his head to the side slightly and looked at his wife. Meredith smirked, leaning back against the cool stone wall.
"Oh come on, cant take a little sarcasm?" she asked as the officer walked away.