AN: Karen/John, but only mentioned. Gus/Pamela hinted. If you haven't seen Supernatural Season 9, just assume that Lassiter is secretly a hunter as well. Would explain why he has all those damn guns. As for Woody...well, it will be explained. Rachel and Gus aren't an item here, so don't ask 'why is he hitting on Pamela when he's with Rachel?'.
Shawn's Guide To The Real Supernatural
Chapter 2
As Karen walked to a vacant office to check the agents' credentials, Carlton Lassiter closed the door to the Chief's office behind him, leaving him alone with the agents. Dammit. Not yet. Not damn yet. He knew who they were, especially Dean Winchester. He felt it as soon as he'd gripped "Agent Perry"'s hand. His signature blade seemed to burn into his ribs.
Lassiter leaned over Vick's desk, fixing the three men with a glare.
"I knew it. I knew there would be a time when more hunters would come here. I just didn't expect the famous Winchester brothers." Lassiter smirked at their stunned expressions. Pamela remained seated, smiling serenely.
The one he knew to be Dean stared at him in complete shock. "Wha-what the hell, man? Are you a hunter too?"
Lassiter nodded curtly. "I can take care of this myself. I may not have stopped the Apocalypse like you, but I'm no slacker when it comes to hunting."
Carlton smiled. "I hear you have the Colt. I would love to see it. That gun has been my dream ever since I started hunting."
Dean laughed. "Sorry, man. I don't trust other hunters around my weapons. Besides, I lost the Colt awhile ago. You couldn't see it even if I wanted you to. How about you show me your favorite weapon?"
Lassiter frowned and gripped the sharp edge of the jawbone blade hidden tightly against his body. Not damn yet. It wasn't time. "Sorry. I don't trust other hunters either. Anyway, who are these other people? I had always assumed Sam and Dean Winchester worked alone."
Carlton's gazed traveled over trenchcoat guy and Pamela Barnes. Pamela was a psychic. A real psychic, unlike Shawn. That was the reason Lassiter was always so opposed to Shawn claiming he was a psychic. He knew real psychics. Always had. They saw who he really was and couldn't bear to touch him longer than a few seconds.
The tall one, Sam, glanced at trenchcoat man, who was very intently focused on a plastic houseplant, flicking the leaves and murmuring to it. Really, what the hell? Lassiter himself would never have paired up with such an odd man. Well, that wasn't true. He and Woody worked together often. Woody was his only true hunting partner that he actually knew he could trust. Woody sometimes made Mr. Yang seem sane and calm, however.
"Uh, the man in the trenchcoat is named Castiel. Pamela already introduced herself. What more do you need to know?" Sam glanced at Dean, who was giving Detective Lassiter an odd look, almost hostile.
"What manner of monster is this Castiel? Humans don't act like that. Trust me, I know...and he can't be a demon. This entire precinct has demon warding sigils coating the walls and rock salt burned into the floor." Lassiter gave Dean a glare back before turning to Castiel.
Castiel looked up from his ministrations on the fake plant. "Yes? How may I help you?" His blue eyes seemed to bore into Lassiter's soul. Lassie gasped, felt a sharp pain grip his chest, and looked away.
"Angel. It seems we have similar taste in partners. Although I think my angel knows a little bit more about humanity than yours." Carlton forced a smile. Please don't let Castiel tell them who I am.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "YOUR angel? You have an angel here? Cas? Do you feel anything, or hear anything on angel radio?"
Castiel tilted his head to the side slightly, as if listening. "There is one who used to be an angel here, but now he is mortal, with only a slight amount of Grace left. I...that is, his Grace feels familiar to me, but I would need to be closer."
"I suppose there's no time like the present. Let's go, before Chief Vick gets back." Lassiter stood and lead them out the room to the morgue. Pamela waved them away as they offered to let her come, claiming that Castiel could read the body better than she, especially if it were a demon attack.
Elsewhere, Shawn and Gus were bored beyond imagining. The real cops were talking to the new agents, Chief Vick seemed to be...Shawn narrowed his eyes. Was she crying? He wondered what had hurt the Chief so badly that she would just sob like that, out in the open. It wasn't his business. He turned to Gus.
"Hey, man, you wanna grab some tacos from that food truck outside? I'm sure it's still there." Shawn sounded hopeful.
Gus was grinning and stroking his smooth, dark skull, still shining with that lavender oil he used daily. "Sorry, Shawn. Playas don't quit just cuz we're hungry. I'm gonna see if that hot chick likes dark chocolate."
"Gus, she's blind! You could be Bilbo Baggins and I don't think she would notice!" Shawn moaned loudly.
"Sorry, Shawn. Gotta make my move now or never." Gus straightened his already perfectly ironed and straight shirt and smoothed his head again. "See ya later. With my new lady." He held his hand out for a fist bump, but Shawn just glared at him and slapped his hand away.
"I'm going to find Jules. She might want to do something with me!" He sounded whiny and childish, and he knew it, but dammit, no one wanted to play with him!
Gus swaggered up to Pamela, who was now sitting on a bench outside Vick's empty office. He smiled and sat down next to her. "So, heard about Pluto yet? That's messed up, baby." Damn. He really needed a new pick up line.
Pamela turned her glassy white eyes toward him. "Actually, I have not. Surely it hasn't vanished. The spirits would have told me." She smiled at him, a real smile, not one of those fake smiles women who use him give.
"Well, see, they decided that Pluto isn't a planet anymore. I mean, what's that all about, babe? They ruined my childhood!" For the first time in his life, Gus actually had to try and explain his pickup line.
"Really? That's very interesting. The universe still thinks of it as a planet, however, if you wish to continue thinking of it as such." Pamela gave him a mischievous smile before reaching over and pinching his thigh. She leaned over and whispered into his ear. "I love dark chocolate, by the way."
Gus felt his breath hitch. This gorgeous woman actually wasn't dropping him like an anchor. She was very intelligent, he knew, passionate, and forward.
"So, Pammy, can I call you Pammy? Can you read me? Tell me about myself?" Gus wriggled his eyes at her, even though it was pointless.
"I prefer Pamela, honestly, but if you must use some other name, call me Pam. My friend is called Sammy, and it could get confusing. As for reading you...I don't do that with men I'm attracted to. Usually I do this."
Pamela pulled him close and squeezed one of his ass cheeks. "Tight and soft. Perfect. I like my men with an ass like yours."
Gus smiled. "Heh heh. I like an ass like yours, too, baby." He pulled Pamela into a kiss, her lips hot and sweet against his own, but tingly, as if there was something electric about her. It just made it better. Pamela gripped him tighter and continued the kiss.
"Ahem. Guster? What are you doing with our other psychic consultant? You should know such things should only be done outside of work!" Chief Vick's angry voice interrupted them.
Pamela smiled and turned her head toward Vick. "I started, Chief. If you're going to punish anyone, punish me. Of course, the agents and I are a package deal."
Gus looked at Vick and was stunned. Her eyes were bright red and puffy, as if she'd been crying very hard, hurt so bad that nothing could fix it. Vick glared at Gus's stare. He nodded at her and pointedly looked away. He noticed Shawn had found Jules and was whining to her about something. Poor Jules looked beyond exasperated.
"Guster, just...if you and Miss Barnes must engage in romantic acts, please don't do it in the precinct." Vick sighed softly and went to her own office.
Karen sat down at her desk and opened the locked bottom drawer. There were two pictures here. Two pictures that meant everything to her. John Winchester by himself, and a picture of a lovely blond little girl with John's eyes. Karen's eyes welled again. Their daughter. The beautiful little blonde girl who Karen had given up.
She had known her first daughter, John Winchester's daughter, would never be truly safe without John around to protect her. She had given her daughter up for adoption as soon as she was born. She'd only looked into the baby's eyes, John's eyes once.
She loved her new daughter and her husband more than the world itself, but she couldn't stop loving John or their own daughter, even though she was likely grown now, several years younger than Sam.
Karen shook her head and rifled through some of John's notes, not love notes, because she knew he hadn't loved her truly, but hunter notes. Notes about non-human monsters.
Karen didn't hunt, nor did she want to, but she knew that Lassiter did. He tried to keep it secret, but Karen knew a hunter when she saw one. It was how she had instantly known what Sam and Dean were, but it took Bobby to confirm who they were.
She pulled out a very old book written in a language John hadn't understood. It had taken her years, but Karen had eventually translated it. It was just the Bible story of Cain and Abel, but with some very unusual changes.
There was even a drawing of the First Blade, the ass's jawbone that Cain had used to kill his brother and become the first murderer, the first criminal. According to the translation, Cain's blade was the only thing capable of killing literally anything, except God and Reapers. There was a loud smacking sound outside her door. She almost dropped the book. She quickly stored it away and locked the drawer.
Karen sighed in irritation. Henry Spencer had somehow managed to smash into her door like birds smash into windows. Karen got up and unlocked it.
"What is this Henry? Why are you here?" Please don't let Henry be a hunter too. If he is, I've messed up big time with my hunter radar.
"Karen! This weird man showed up at my house! He drank all my good whiskey and ate the fish I just caught! He also kept asking if I wanted things, and then he mentioned his friends taking care of something here. I know he followed me, I just don't know how. I felt like I was being watched the whole way! Arrest this asshole, Karen!" Henry took a deep breath and finally fell silent.
"Oh, hello, Henry. Karen." The newcomer raised a glass of dark whiskey in a toast and sipped it. "Good. Where are Moose and Dean? And that useless slab of meat, Castiel? It took a lot to get in here. Do you know how many damn wards I had to erase!? You know Henry, you aren't that bad looking. You have a lot of potential. I can give you your hair back. All you have to do is make a deal with-"
"SHUT. UP! Both of you! Henry, whatever you do, do NOT make any deals with this man. You, deal guy, stop it. Just stop it. Or I'll introduce you to Detective Lassiter and our coroner. Along with Sam and Dean."
Karen felt her sadness had immediately melted away when confronted with an obnoxious Henry and an even more obnoxious person she knew to be a Crossroads demon. The precinct was becoming a supernatural madhouse! For some reason, Shawn and Gus had actually managed to stay out of most of it.
Another Spencer had gotten involved, of course. Karen believed that they could handle the truth. All of them, even Jules, though Karen had always felt so protective of her that she hadn't wanted her involved with anything supernatural. Hunters were there to protect people like her from things that went bump in the night. As John had said, "Saving people, hunting things. The family business."
It was time to come clean. Time for Lassiter, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Woody, and the demon to introduce their true selves to the rest of the team. They would never solve this case if everyone were at each other's throats or suspicious of each other. Karen knew she could trust her team absolutely. Even the delinquents Shawn and Gus. Gus was already flirting with that psychic woman, Pamela.
"Henry, uhm, other guy-" Karen was interrupted immediately by the demon.
"My name is Crowley. Not 'other guy'. I don't appreciate being talked down to."
"Right. Henry, Crowley, sit down. I need to get our team in here. There is a lot we need to talk about."
R/R please! More Shawn and Gus next chapter. This part was a set up for character introductions. And an excuse to have Henry and Crowley meet.
