The police cars had driven up outside the restaurant.
"What's the problem?" an officer asked as he approached the owner of the restaurant, a Mr Papadopoulos.
"I come to open up and I find the windows broken, the tables thrown everywhere, knives in the walls – and I find all this mess."
'This mess' had been three young women in the al fresco area, all torn to shreds. It was going to be difficult to make an identification, although the officer suspected that these three were the college students who had vanished two days earlier. The officer knew that SVU had been all over this.
The body of one of the waiters was found upstairs, tied to a chair with bizarre symbols written on the floor underneath him. He hadn't been physically harmed, so a cause of death was unknown as of yet, but the officer already knew that wasn't pretty.
The suspects, as it turned out, were found with the waiter. Both of them had been found lying on their backs, as if pushed over, unconscious. They had just started to wake up when the police found them. At present they were going to Mercy Hospital, but they had already been identified.
Dean and Sam Winchester, the supposedly deceased serial killers.
Dean glared at the arresting officer in front of him. The older Winchester was lying in a hospital bed, his hand cuffed to the rail. The two brothers had broken into the restaurant to save three missing women from being monster chow. Except now the police had turned up and caught them.
A bit of a pickle, especially since the three women were semi-naked, terrified out of their wits and had been ripped by hellhounds.
It had seemed a fairly straightforward case. A demon inside a waiter had abducted three college students and had tried to sacrifice them. Dean still had no idea why. But when the demon was being exorcized, the room had been filled with a brilliant blue light and both of them had slipped into unconsciousness. All that remained were specks of what looked like blue powder between their eyebrows.
Eyeing the officer, who seemed quite pleased at having caught a wanted fugitive, Dean then asked his question. "Can I have my phone call, please? I'm entitled to one. I think."
The arresting officer gave a snort of disapproval. "And who do you want to call?"
Dean sat up straight, or as best as he could in handcuffs, "Sergeant Cragen, NYPD Special Victims Unit."
"Retired." The officer seemed smug.
Dean paused. Retired? Well, the guy had been rather old when they'd met. He guessed that perhaps Detective Munch would also be retired.
"Detective Olivia Benson, NYPD Special Victims Unit?" he tried.
"She's Sergeant now," the officer walked out of the room, "but I'll try."
Olivia Benson was not pleased to hear that the Winchesters were back. She thought that she had seen the last of them almost four years ago, leaving the whole department reeling in the fact that the supernatural existed.
But now she was being called at four in the morning, two days before Christmas, to hear about the brothers being caught after breaking into an abandoned building. The angel was nowhere to be seen. Or at least, the officer on the other end said it had just been the boys that were arrested,
"Hello?" she sighed, wiping her eye with one hand as she curled her fingers of her other hand around the phone.
"Hi, Sergeant Benson?" Dean.
"Yes, Dean?" she asked, "What is it now?"
"Well, Sammy and I are kind of held here for breaking and entering and a ton of other stuff that we've supposedly committed over the last ten years and we need some help."
She groaned, feeling the life get sucked out of her at that moment. The last thing she needed was the supernatural latching onto her, coming inside her home with her and Noah, before wrecking her life. Olivia was in charge of a department filled with officers still focused on normal offenders. True, Fin and Rollins were still here, but she wondered what Carisi would say to this. Not to mention Barba if this was going to trial. She still had nightmares about the demon inside Munch.
Munch being scary, now that was saying something.
"Okay, I'll get you transferred to 1PP," she stood up and opened the cupboard to get dressed, "They'll probably believe me when I say that you two need to be prosecuted for sexual offences."
Dean gave a snort. "Well, just do your best, please?" He sounded desperate. That unsettled Olivia as much as Munch with black eyes.
"Yes, Dean." She sighed, putting on her kind but firm voice. Placing the phone down, she glanced towards Noah's room.
If anything went awry and Noah was hurt, she didn't care if they were the cause of it; she would rip the brothers' eyes out herself.