Chapter 3

Scully continued to examine Dean Winchester, she could admit that he was a man worth looking at; however, there was something dark hidden behind his child-like green eyes, such obscurity made her anxious. As her eyes drifted from Dean directly to Mulder, she noticed the feeling she had with Dean was no different from when she had first met Mulder. The two men were products of mystery and profound confidence that seemed to have no grounds in her presence, could she even successfully peel back the layers to this 'Dean Winchester'? Did she even want to?

Mulder carefully handled the journal he now possessed; it was like a relic of perfect knowledge to the unknown, something Mulder had desired for so long.

Fox.

There was a chill in the room, "I didn't think Jericho was cold this time of year." Mulder sat down in front of Dean Winchester, who remained calm and arrogant.

"So Dean, can I call you Dean?" Mulder locked eyes with the man across from him.

Dean Winchester accepted Fox Mulder's challenge proudly, "No, you can't. But, you can call me Ted Nugent" Dean smirked, "So, exactly how much trouble am I in? We talking like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or uh, 'squeal like a pig' trouble?"

Scully pursed her lips; 'Ted Nugent,' the name on his stolen badge. The atmosphere dripped self-admiration and she had no idea which man it originated from, "You have the faces of 10 missing persons taped to your wall, as well as deviant symbolism, you are officially a suspect."

Dean quickly countered Scully, "That would make sense, 'cause when the first one went missing in '82', I was 3."

"So you have partners," Scully knew she needed to expose the case for what it really was, a serial murder investigation, textbook. Remaining unconvinced, she continued her rally, "One of them is an older man, maybe he started the whole thing. That journal of yours, it belongs to him does it not?"

Mulder listened carefully to Scully's words; as he connected the footsteps to her conclusion, which was not horrible, it was completely logical and it carried Walter Skinner's stamp of approval.

Fox.

There was now an obvious break in Dean's character, the mentioning of the 'older man' carried such weight and the two agents in front of him knew immediately.

"This is nine kinds of crazy, but how often is the 'truth' mistaken for 'crazy'?" Mulder felt the room get colder than before; he carefully placed the open journal in front of Dean, "What does '35-111' mean, Dean."

Dean Winchester intently stared at the open journal, and for a moment the page seemed to be an extension of his father. Dean shrugged and reverted back to his previous self, "It's my high-school locker combo."