Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine.
Chapter 9
They're gone. She'd fired at them and oh, are they good, because they were already moving when her finger clenched on the trigger.
Agent Dentrel signals to her and they're on the same wavelength. The chase is on and the brothers will be caught because they have at least 10 officers in the vicinity focused on catching them, with more who will be called by dispatch.
She runs, arms swinging, gun heavy at her side, and she doesn't even know if this is the direction Sam and Dean ran down. She trusts the others to do their part, so she's going to put her all into this. She sprints and then she's covered the distance from their room to the main road, looking everywhere within eyesight along the way, and the Winchesters just aren't here.
-This is Det. Laney. I'm breaking pursuit on W. Boulevard. There are multiple officers checking the other routes the suspects may have gone—
She makes her way back to the Winchesters' hideout, winded in her defeat, and listens as the other officers radio in one by one.
Agent Dentrel is the only one to not have called in yet, and she's imagining him, feet smacking across pavement, in hot pursuit and cuffing the bastards. They'll bask in the glory of accomplishing what no one has and maybe have a celebratory dinner together.
Caught in her daydreams, she's jarred from feelings of fictitious victory and joy when Agent Dentrel's radio finally sounds off. It's not him that speaks though. It's the brothers.
- Hey guys, looks like you lost something.—
Her mind is filling with dread and the bastard sounds so cavalier that Laney wants to smash his brain in. Still, she listens closely, taking the chance to at least profile him.
- At least, I'm pretty sure he's one of yours. Let's see—
She can hear rustling on the other end looking for something, probably something that will identify Dentrel.
- Well, almost one of yours. It says here on his badge that he's a G-man. FBI, those guys are always bugging us.—
He's talking to his brother again, and so far Laney hasn't heard anything that helps her figure out what they're up to. Are they going to kill Dentrel? Maybe. Are they going to use him as a bargaining chip? Could be. Are they going to host a party in honor of him and all of the FBI? For all she knows, they just might. These two damaged, psychotic children are unpredictable and fickle. They could do anything.
- Alright, listen here jackass. You've got my partner and I want to know just what you think you're doing. As it is, we've got a manhunt set up around the whole city and the both of you will be caught. Kill Dentrel though, and I can guarantee you that any red-blooded cop with eyes on you will shoot you in the face on sight.—
What? Laney absolutely hates mind games. Dentrel has a knack for them, but he's not here. So, direct and brutal is the way these negotiations will go. The rest of the officers are silent, frozen, watching their superior in what looks to be a very short, very violent negotiation.
Amidst the shocked quiet is a noise on the other line. It's laughter.
- I like you! So which part of law enforcement are you from? Oh, oh! Let me guess, you're the sexy redhead who's been working with Dentrel as temporary partners?—
No one responds and the man (Dean, Laney's decided) keeps talking.
- Look. We're not going to hurt your boyfriend here, but there have been a lot of deaths around here and we need for them to stop. I'd suggest all of you stay out of our way if you don't want anyone else getting hurt.—
- I'm going to find you monsters. I'm going to hunt you down and stop you. I'm going to get my partner back, so I'd suggest you two give up before you get hurt.-
Laney laces her voice with venom and allows her usually buried intensity to show. No one knows what it's like to be against an angry Laney, but these two killers are about to find out. She spends all her time around immoral scum; she's learned a few things.