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Chapter 4

Dean recognised trouble as soon as he walked through the door. Trouble, his version, came in the form of a self important balding police officer. Dean looked up, mildly

interested. He had been sitting in the holding cell for over two hours without anyone questioning him. He knew that this was not just about a little vandalism now.

The man took his time in settling, savoring the power he held in the room.Dean didn't like the way the police officer was looking at him. "Dean Winchester?" he finally asked.

"Yup."

"Born right here in Lawerence?" He looked up, waiting for an answer.

"Yup."

"Mother died in a house fire?"

Dean frowned. He could sense the guy was leading up to something. These questions were meaningless. He probably had the answers right there in the folder in front of him.

"What's this all about?"

"Vandalism and assault," tutted the man, raising an eyebrow. Dean bristled at the tone. HE WAS NOT FIVE YEARS OLD! Trying to keep his temper, he explained calmly.

"I have already cleared that up. The guy isn't going to press charges I am willing to pay for the guys window. That should be it! Why am I still here?"

"You have quite a temper Mr Winchester," the man put in mildly.

"I am having a bad fucking day." he snarled.

The man shook his head. He tutted. "It is not just today though. Two counts of assault-"

"In the past. What does that have to-"( He didn't elaborate the real reason for his colourful history. Hunts gone bad. He would probably have got laughed at.)

"Several unconfirmed reports of a person matching your description at crime scenes, using fraudulant credit cars and-"

"Those weren't me," The man continued as though he hadn't heard Deans defence.

"The most interesting to my mind, arson."

Dean finally saw where this was headed. It was like a punch to the stomach. How could someone even insinuate something like that? He would never, could never, do something

like that.

"That still has not answered my question. What is this all about? Why am I still being held here if there are no charges for the vandalism?"

"Where were you on the night of the 4th?"

The fourth. The night Sammy...

"At a bar."

"What's the name of the bar?"

"I don't remember. Why are you asking me this stuff?"

"Because, Mr Winchester, because you have no credible alibi for that night. The night that your brother died."

"I WAS AT A BAR!" Dean exploded, "YOU FUCKING RENT A COP!"

"I am the detective in charge of your brother and Miss Moores case. And you, Mr Winchester, are now the prime suspect."

"What?! I would never hurt my brother! I love him!"

"Is that really true? Most of Sam's friends did not know he had a brother."

"Sam's a private person!" Dean shot back.

"Why did you do it Dean? Come on, were you jealous? Sam's life was going great. He had a fiance. An excellent future. What did you have? Nothing! Did you go and see him?

Did an argument get out of hand? Neighbours heard raised voices around twelve. Did you try and surprise them while they were in bed? Did they fight back?"

Dean said nothing.

The man was insistent, "Come on Dean. Help me understand what happened. Help me understand how Sam died.

tbc