Disclaimer: I do not own this fic (it's my sisters and her friend but they gave me permission to publish it) nor do any of us own the characters.
After getting the Winchester brothers kicked out of the police department, Shawn and Gus follow them and tell them how they knew that they were fake agents. Dean and Sam are stunned by this revelation and decide to tell the psychic and his friend about the supernatural. How will Shawn and Gus react to this?
"Hey! Wait for us!" Dean and Sam turned around to see the two men that had gotten them thrown out of the police department. They didn't know of any other way to get to Lassiter and these two had just screwed up their only plan.
Dean rolled his eyes and continued walking, Sam quickly following him. The voices of the two men relentlessly called after them as the brothers tried to get away from them. Finally, after reaching the Impala, Dean had had enough.
Spinning around, Dean glared at the two men in front of him. "Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?!" he exclaimed, staring them down. The two idiots, as Dean had started to call them, stopped in front of him and Sam, their gazes landing on the Impala beside them.
"Okay, first of all: sweet ride. Gus, we need to get a car like that. Your Blueberry is lame and no one takes us seriously when we drive it," the white man said, turning to his partner. The man they now knew as Gus glared at his friend.
"The Blueberry is a company car, Shawn. We can't get rid of it," Gus responded. Dean sighed loudly and shook his head in exasperation, unlocking the car door and opening it.
"Wait, don't leave! Don't you wanna know how we knew you were fake FBI agents?" Shawn cried, throwing his hands in the air.
"Not really," Dean replied. Sam stopped in his tracks and turned back to Shawn.
"Dean, let's give 'em a chance," Sam said to his brother before addressing Shawn and Gus. "How exactly did you know?"
Shawn exchanged a glance with Gus before bringing two fingers to his temple like he had done in the station. "Well, I'm a psychic," Shawn stated simply. Sam's eyes widened, as did Dean's.
"You're a psychic?" Dean scoffed. "Please, give me a break. I've met real psychics and you are not one of them."
"But I am! Plus, it's kinda obvious you're not real FBI agents. Even Magic Head here could tell." Gus glared at Shawn and rolled his eyes. "You're not wearing suits and your badges have got the numbers wrong. My dad was a cop so he raised me to recognize that kind of stuff."
Dean snorted. "Okay, so we're not real agents. But how can you prove that you're a psychic? I want some real proof," Dean demanded, leaning back against the side of the Impala. Shawn smirked and scanned the two brothers quickly, taking in every detail that he could. He noticed some dried blood on their hands and how their clothes were covered in dirt. He had also noticed a gun hidden in Sam's waistband when they were following them.
"I'm seeing...blood. Lots of it. Dried blood. You're used to it now so it doesn't faze you anymore. Also, your clothes. Dirty and worn, used over and over again. You don't have the time to take care of your appearances or you just don't care. I'm also seeing...guns. Weapons. You're fighters, experienced, but that's not all of it," Shawn explained dramatically. "So I'm gonna make a guess here and say you two are...hunters of some sort? Ooh! Maybe even assassins?"
Sam and Dean shared an astonished look with each other. Both Gus and Shawn looked pleased with themselves as the two brothers stared at them.
"You-You're right. I mean, we're technically not assassins but we are hunters...of some sort," Sam confirmed nervously. Shawn and Gus gave each other a fist-pump at their small victory.
"Should we tell 'em, Sammy?" Dean sighed, looking toward his younger brother. Sam thought for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah, I guess we should. Maybe they could help us," Sam responded. Shawn and Gus were getting excited now and they couldn't help but jump in place a little bit.
"Tell us what?!" Shawn exclaimed. Dean opened the car door and hopped in, looking out the window at the two men.
"The truth. But can we do it over lunch? I'm starving."