AN: I literally have no excuse for how long it's been since I last updated. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 7
Rossi closes the door behind him, trusting that Reid can continue the line of questioning, and pulls out his cellphone.
"Oracle of knowledge speaking; how may I save you?"
"Garcia, I need you to look up marriage records for a Becky Rosen." Rossi says, skipping pleasantries.
"Sure thing." Garcia says cheerfully, typing away on her computer. "Becky Rosen married...Samuel Winchester; December 5, 2011 in Las Vegas. How did I miss this?" Garcia asks, bewildered.
She quickly searches for information on Sam starting from the marriage license with little success.
"The only thread I've got on that is a dead-end at an annulment six days after the wedding."
Rossi nods to himself, taking in the information.
"Could you also start running a comparison for me?"
"A comparison? What of?"
"I need you to compare the names, dates, and locations of the events in the 'Supernatural' books to local and national records. Newspaper articles might be helpful, but I'm more concerned with the deaths. See if you can find any solid connections between those events and the Winchesters."
"The 'Supernatural' books?" She asks, surprised. "You think Sam and Dean are The Sam and Dean?"
"You've read them too?"
"Who hasn't?"
"Anyways, I need to know if any of it is true."
"That's a lot to look into sir, the books span a five year period. Are there any specific events you want me to look into so I can narrow it down?"
"Start with one event from each year, not including the events with heavy FBI involvement. The smaller cases might give us more accurate information. Get the team to help you."
"Can do." She pauses for a moment. "Do you think these guys really did what the books say?"
"…I don't know Garcia, but that's what we're going to find out."
Dean's a little more relaxed now, knowing that these agents actually want the truth and not just a reason to lock them both up and throw away the key. That Rossi guy has a look in his eye that makes Dean uncomfortable. Not in a supernatural, not human, sort of way, but in the same way that Missouri and Pamela used to make him feel uncomfortable when they knew he was hiding something; like they were reading his mind. Dean shifts on the couch, sitting deeper in the cushions.
"I can imagine things can be difficult when people don't believe you." Reid starts as if their conversation was never interrupted. "Why don't you just try to tell everyone?"
Dean looks at Reid wearily.
"For one thing, they'd think we're crazy and ignore us. And second? The fewer people that know what lays in the dark the better. No one should ever have to live with that."
"But you do."
Dean sighs.
"We were raised in the Life; and once you're in, you can't get out." He says sullenly.
"Have you tried to get out?"
"We both have." Sam says, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Every time we've tried, something finds us, or something happens and we get dragged back in."
"And as fate would have it, we can't even get out by dying." Dean says in disgust.
Reid furrows his brow.
"Are you saying you've died?"
Dean scoffs and slouches back into the couch his arms crossed over his chest.
"Multiple times." Sam says flatly, not wishing to elaborate.
"But how did you come back?" Reid asks, not noticing their discomfort. "If you were actually dead there isn't any scientific way you could be alive."
"Yeah…science stops working with these things at a certain point. Just having the word 'demon' in the same sentence as 'science' is rare, let alone it actually applying." Dean says flippantly. "Let's see…ways we've come back to life…demon deal, crossroads demon deal, raised from Hell by an angel, pulled out of Heaven by an angel, getting turned into a demon and then being cured…did I miss any?" Dean asks Sam sarcastically, irritated by Agent Reid's line of questioning.
"Don't you want to ask questions about more recent events?" Sam tries changing the subject.
He's pleased when Spencer looks to him and then asks the next question.
"In 2011 you went on a crime spree robbing banks and killing anyone who happened to cross your path…" Reid starts, not even getting to ask his question.
"What happened to 'just talking'?" Dean says angrily, sitting forward abruptly.
Sam stops him with a hand to his chest.
"Dean." Sam says, waiting for Dean to look at him.
Dean meets his brother's eyes for a moment before his gaze slides down to the bruising around Sam's neck. He swallows, the fight leaving him. He looks away and slouches back in his seat.
"That wasn't us." Sam explains calmly, watching Dean out of the corner of his eye. "They were Leviathans."
"Leviathan? Aren't those sea-monsters?" Rossi asks.
Sam and Reid look up as Rossi reenters the room. Dean just ignores him.
"A lot of the lore depicts them that way, but they definitely aren't restricted to water." Sam answers Rossi. "They're sort of like shape shifters, but they eat people."
Rossi raises a skeptical brow, obviously not believing in shape shifters or Leviathan. Sam looks to Dean to see if he will say anything, but the older Winchester is staring off into space and absently picking at the seam on the arm of the couch.
"Yeah…" Sam starts, before turning his attention back to Rossi. "According to Cas, Purgatory was created as a home for the Leviathans…they had the nasty habit of eating angels and God wasn't too happy about that."
"If they were in Purgatory, how did they get out?" Reid asks, more willing to suspend belief than Rossi.
"Umm…well, that isn't really my story to tell…" Sam says uncomfortably, slowly running a hand through his hair. "The important part is that we stopped them. We managed to send their leader back to Purgatory and the rest were dealt with by other hunters."
Sam glances at Dean again, worried by how quiet he's gone.
"You said Leviathan were like shape shifters…" Reid says. "Then who did the leader look like?"
Dean glances at Reid, the question catching his attention.
"This may be hard to believe, but… Dick Roman." Sam says.
Rossi and Reid stare at Sam in surprise.
"Your saying that Dick Roman, the former CEO of Richard Roman Enterprises, the man who was trying to cure cancer; was a Leviathan?" Rossi asks.
"Yeah, the head honcho Leviathan." Dean says "They were going to cultivate us like cattle. They sent duplicates of me and Sam out to kill people because we were trying to stop them. They even had a few Leviathans disguised as FBI agents."
Sam watches his brother, uneasy because he's been acting strange.
"FBI agents? Do you think we're Leviathans?" Rossi asks.
"I doubt it. Leviathans would have tried to eat us by now." Dean smirks.
"They burn when they come in contact with borax." Sam adds helpfully.
"Borax?" Reid asks.
"Yeah, it's in a lot of cleaning agents. We came across it by accident when we were trying to find a way to kill them." Sam explains.
"Trying to find a way to kill them?" Rossi asks, not liking how easily that sentence was said; as if it was a normal topic of discussion and not something that should be reserved for extreme cases.
"Those guys were tough. Not even beheading worked; not unless you kept the heads separate from the bodies." Dean says, not caring how it sounds to these non-initiated agents.
Rossi stares at them a moment. Either these guys are really sick SOBs or they are telling the truth. The second option, though originally far less likely, was starting to look like the truth, and David really wasn't happy with what that would mean.
"I'm hungry." Dean says suddenly, not wanting to talk about anything else. "Can we take a lunch break or something? And can I have some pie? I love pie."
Rossi looks at Dean blankly, but doesn't miss Sam's small, relieved smile at his brother's words, some of the tension he's been holding relaxing.
"Sure, we can take a break." He says, standing and gesturing for a guard to lead the Winchesters back to their cell.
"How about I give you two hours and then we can chat some more." Rossi says as they walk.
Dean nods. "Sounds good to me; as long as I get my pie!"
He puts on a fake smile, but his shoulders are slumped and Rossi easily sees through his front. Behind Dean, like a looming shadow, Sam nods in agreement.