Alright, I'm at the 10 chapter milestone!!! A thousand apologies for the delays my computer had lately decided that it doesn't always want to work so you guys will just have to exercise the very important virtue of PATIENCE.

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Chapter 10

"Left Dean, Left!"

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It wasn't long before Sam and Dean reached the police station, the song (praise God on Dean's part) had finally ended and his headache was feeling a little better.

Both boys got out of their car as Hannah and Amanda pulled up. The girls quickly got out of their car to join them.

"Hey, did you guys hear the radio go off last night… around three?" Hannah asked as they walked through the doors and into the lobby of the Chicago Police Department.

"Nope, didn't hear a sound come out of that thing." Dean answered.

"Kay" Hannah said distantly, her thoughts obviously in another place, then she and Amanda walked over to the front desk.

"Excuse me," Hannah said to the woman behind the desk, who looked up at them, "We're with the FBI, I'm Agent Mulvey and this is Agent O'Conner…" they both showed their badges, "We're here to check into a case your men are working on and we'd like to speak with Chief Winters to get some information."

"The receptionist didn't question them, but looked behind them and asked, "Who are your friends?" she nodded toward Sam and Dean, who looked slightly confused at what the girls were doing.

This time Amanda answered, "Rookies, we're showin them the ropes, figured this case would be easy enough for them to help with."

The woman nodded, satisfied with the answer, "The Chief's office is through that door." She said and pointed to a door behind Sam and Dean.

"Alright, thank you." Hannah said politely, and they walked over to Sam and Dean to explain what was going on.

"We could have handled that." Dean said quietly.

"I know, since the time you spent in your car twiddling your thumbs, waiting for us, definitely couldn't have been put to use doing what we just did." Hannah retorted, men could be so stupid sometimes.

"Oh, so you think we don't know how to handle things?"

"Dean, just drop it." Sam told him, "We're drawing attention to ourselves."

"Alright fine, but we're gonna handle the Chief, and I'll show you how it's done." Dean whispered, and then pushed through the office door.

The office itself was huge… as well as the man sitting behind the desk in the middle of it.

"Can I help you folks?" the man- Chief Winters- said, shifting his relaxed position to a more upright and important looking one. As he did this his enormous gut imitated a platter of jelly. If he had been wearing red, Chief Winters could pass well for Santa Claus.

"Mornin, Chief," Dean spoke up, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Agent Cullen, this is Agent Rhodes," the chief nodded at them in greeting, "And over there," Dean pointed behind him to Amanda and Hannah, "Agents Fanny and Dooly,"

It was a good thing Dean couldn't see behind him, Amanda and Hannah, as they flashed their badges, would have given him a double shot of their perfected 'death glare.'

"We're here to investigate a case you guys have been working on… the Cumberland Warehouse, I believe?" Sam said.

"Ah yes, the Warehouse, that case had us baffled for quite a while." The Chief said scratching the back of his head.

Dean put on a look of disappointment, "Yeah, that's just the kind of crack work I'd expect out of-" Sam cut him off by stomping on his foot.

The chief didn't seem to notice. He, in fact, looked pleased with himself, "Actually, that particular case was solved last night."

Dean kept his poker face, but inside he was genuinely surprised, "Excuse me?"

"That old warehouse on Madison right? The officer heading the case got called over there last night and found the cause of the victim's deaths were pit bulls, trained for fighting and practicing on humans. The officer in charge, Scott Nelman was his name, said he disposed of the dogs but he came back with a broken arm and quite a bit of scratches. Even though I specifically told him to take a break, he's now personally heading the investigation to find the dog's owners.

Sam furrowed his brow as he wrote to story down in a small notebook, "Now these victims," he said when he was finished, "What did they look like when they were found?"

The chief dug in a file cabinet. When he found the file he was looking for, he pulled it out and opened it, "They were all beaten to hell and back, so much blood loss not a drop left in their bodies. And their throats…their throats were completely ripped to shreds." He showed them a picture of one of the victims at the Crime Scene. Hannah and Amanda stepped closer to get a better look, they saw what the chief had said was true.

"I don't suppose officer Nelman is in today?" Dean asked, still gazing at the grotesque picture.

Winters sighed, "Regardless of me telling him to take some time off to heal, he's in his office down the hall, last door to the left."

"Thank you Chief." Sam said as they all turned to leave to office.

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"Agents Fanny and Dooly?" Hannah asked Dean when they reached the hallway. "That's the best you could come up with?"

"Well, it was short notice, and besides, it suits you two well." Dean answered.

"Oh! You want to talk about suiting names? Hello Officer Nelman, I'm agent Mulvey, this is agent O'Conner and back there, that's Dumb and Dumber!" Hannah said to an imaginary officer.

Amanda and Sam were afraid to say anything, Hannah and Dean were arguing like an old married couple, it was almost comical…almost.

"Amanda, remind me to say that when we talk to Nelman." Hannah said, pointing down the hall to Nelman's office door.

"Oh no you don't, we talked to the chief, we talk to Nelman." Dean said in a serious tone.

"You've screwed thing up enough already!" Hannah replied, trying and failing to control her temper.

"I'll tell you what, first one to Nelman's door gets to talk, deal?"

"Deal." Hannah said grudgingly, but Dean was already halfway down the hall.

By the time Hannah ran down to the end of the hallway Dean's back was already up against to last door…on the right. Hannah smirked as she ran to the left side door.

"Damn it, left Dean left!" he thought to himself as he tried to push past Hannah to get to the door, but to no avail. They both reached the door at the same time, back to back, each trying to push the other aside, and though Hannah was pretty strong by her own standards, she was no match for Dean and was losing ground, fast.

Amanda and Sam, who both hadn't said much since Hannah and Dean started arguing, made their way, slowly, to the end of the hallway. When they laid eyes on the commotion going on, they both rushed over to try and sort it through.

"Alright the immaturity level here is getting way out of hand." Amanda thought to herself.

Sam never guesses that Dean would ever find a girl as immature as him, but… he guessed wrong.

"Get… out … of… the… way… jerk!" they heard Hannah say through her teeth.

"No… way… in… hell-"

"Guys, what's going on?" Amanda cut in.

Both Hannah and Dean froze, realizing what they were doing, and stood up straight, but still elbowed now and again in hopes of gaining more territory.

"Nothing." Hannah smiled, "Just anxious to keep going on the case."

"While trying to kill each other?" Sam asked, hoping Nelman's doors was sound proofed.

"We were trying to decide who should do the talking." Dean said with a smirk, "And I thought the guys with more experience should go."

"Like hell experience, didn't you go on your first hunt when you were, like, sixteen?" Hannah frowned.

"Hannah," Amanda began, "He's right, they may have started hunting later but their dad trained, and helped them practice for a long time before that." She was sorry to go against her best friend but it was what needed to be done.

"Besides," Dean said, "I'm 5 years older than you, either way I started hunting when you were just a kid, so step out of the was, sweetheart."

Hannah didn't appreciate being called 'sweetheart,' even if the guy who called her that was mildly attractive ok he was hot, but it still her off. She narrowed her eyes and brought herself to full height (which was almost as tall as Dean.) she looked about to kick him but instead stepped aside, daggers shooting from her eyes.

Her gaze gave Dean the creeps, but her shook it off and knocked on the door. When a gruff voice told them to enter, Dean zipped in as fast as he could, followed by Sam. Amanda lagged behind to say, "I'm sorry." To Hannah. who gave Dean a rude hand gesture behind his back.

"It's ok, he needed the ego-inflate anyway." She replied and reluctantly followed Amanda into Scott Nelman's office

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Yay! The end of chapter 10!!!!! It'd sure be nice if I could get a 10th review! Lol just kidding…actually no…I'm serious.

Please excuse the extremely childish on Dean and Hannah's part, they really can't help it…well actually Hannah can, but Dean…that's just the way he is

Until Next time!!!

-HoD91