Chapter 2
AN so I realise now that it was ambitious of me to think I could write a fic like this without Dean, banisher of emotions and chick flick moments, being out of character. so , yeah. Dean is gonna be at least a little, if not a lot, OOC. Enjoy. :)
I winced as I stood up, my back stretching out from it's hunched position. I threw the shovel out of the grave and hauled myself out to sit on the edge of the hole I have been digging for the last 3 hours. I took a sip from the flask inside my pocket and sighed as I stood, then grabbed the salt and the gas from beside me and poured it over the bones lying inside the casket below me, I sent an apology to the poor sap I was roasting, and then threw in a couple matches. As the flames licked the sides of the grave I was blinded by a flashlight to the face, I reacted quickly, throwing my arm out, I knocked the flashlight from the persons hand, shoved the person backwards, bent down to grab my things, and then hauled ass to my baby.
"Police! put your hands in the air!" someone bellowed from behind me.
Fuck that, like hell i'm stopping to get arrested. My lungs were working overtime, my legs pushed to their limits. I finally arrived at my car, I threw open the door and shoved the keys in the ignition. I stopped when I realised that I was surrounded by officers, not willing to run over a cop, I put my hands in the air in an act of surrender.
"Open your door, slowly!" someone shouted.
No need to shout bud, it's just glass separating us, not soundproof walls.
I kept my hands in the air as I turned in my seat, slowly lowering one hand to the handle, pushing slowly, I opened my door. Not willing to get me, or my baby, shot because I scared a cop moving to fast when exiting my car.
I plastered a cocky grin on my face and kept my hands in the air as they surrounded me, one of them cuffing me, another reading me my rights. I was soon handcuffed and sitting in the back of a police car.
Well fuck, that didn't go as planned. Although I probably should have been more careful, I am in D.C, the capitol. But there was a case, a ghost that was killing anyone who moved into his old house. And I couldn't let that go on. At least I finished the case before getting arrested.
"Where are we going?" I asked the cop driving
"NCIS, you desecrated the grave of a marine, now your gonna get questioned by the navy cops." The guy said, apparently happy that he didn't have to deal with me.
"Sounds like fun" I said cheerily.
The guy just grunted at me, apparently done talking.
After about 20 minutes we pulled into a parking lot, the cop who was driving opened my door and pulled me out of the car by my arm.
"Hey, what's gonna happen to my car?" I questioned nervously
"It's probably going to be brought here" he stated
I just nodded, hoping whatever asshole was driving my baby was being careful. I kinda zoned out for a while as he signed me in and patted me down, getting ready to take me to interrogation. I finally decided to pay attention as we got off the elevator. As we walked through a bullpen towards the stairs, I looked around, noticing the agents seated at their desks. I felt the blood drain from my face as my eyes landed on someone I never thought I would see again, Tony. he was grinning at this geeky looking guy at another desk before he looked up at me, I didn't see an ounce of recognition on his face. That stopped me dead in my tracks, anger washing through my body. The guy leading me through the bullpen started to tug on my arm, silently telling me to get moving, I didn't care. I lunged at Tony, seeing red.
I was silently raging as I lunged at him, slipping my already loosened cuffs. I landed on him, knocking him out of his chair, I landed blow after blow on him, anywhere I could, body, face, arms. It didn't matter, all that mattered was making him hurt, the way I did.
Someone grabbed me from behind, locking my arms behind my back. I watched as he slowly sat up, looking at me like I was the crazy one.
"You lied" I spat with venom
Recognition slowly trickled onto his face, the blood now smeared across his cheek.
"Dean?" he questioned disbelievingly.
I just continued to glare at him, wanting him to know how much I despised him. I felt a new pair of handcuffs click onto my wrists.
"You okay Dinozzo?" the man behind me questioned.
Tony just nodded, looking like he was in shock. The man who had pulled me off Tony pulled me away, up the stairs, and to an interrogation room. He then sat me down with my hands now cuffed to the table, I finally got a good look at him while he was cuffing me to the table. White hair, blue eyes, and a glare almost as intimidating as dad's.
I smirked at him, slapping on my mask. The mask that said, i'm fine, i'm happy, i'm confident. The one that didn't let any of my true emotions through. The one that didn't show how fucking shaken I was from seeing my older brother again, after so long. The one that didn't show how fucking angry I really was, that didn't show that I was so close to snapping. The one that didn't show how much I wanted to just scream, scream because that might make me feel less like I was drowning, might make me feel less like I was slowly sinking, like I wasn't losing everything, like I wasn't losing control, like my baby brother wasn't dead, like Jo, and Ellen weren't dead. Like Bobby and Cas weren't the only people left who actually give a shit about me.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the door slamming closed, the white haired man leaving. Not for long though, he came back after a couple minutes. I just smirked at him.
"We're going to get to you desecrating a grave later, for now i'm more concerned about the fact that you just beat the shit out of one of my agents, for no apparent reason" he stated. Glaring at me the whole time, like as if him glaring was going to make me snap and spill all of my deep dark secrets for him. No thanks, he can go fuck himself if he thinks that i'm going to talk to him.
"I want to talk to Tony" I stated.
"No" he said, and then started trying to interrogate me.
I just ignored him, they weren't going to get shit from me until I can talk to the little fucker who no longer has the right to call me family.
AN thoughts? Good? Bad? Meh? Lemme know what you think. I hope someone enjoyed. :)
