One Step Ahead
Monument, Colorado. The most recent lead. Sam wasted no time kicking the door open once you picked the lock. The three of you scattered, weapons raised. Drawers were ransacked, bed sheets flew, and you even managed to crack the safe under the TV. Dean checked in, "Any sign of it?" The empty space in front of you gave you your answer. "Nope. And the Colt's not here either."
"Dammit Y/N! Would you forget about your stupid bra for a minute?" The unamused glare you gave Dean was response enough as he lifted his hands in surrender. Sam interrupted, "Are we sure this was even Bela's room?" Dean turned from the dresser, holding up a blonde and a red wig. "I'd say so." Clearly she was here, but the forgotten wigs proved she left in a hurry. Someone tipped her off. The phone ringing interrupted your descent down that particular conspiracy. The three of you stared at it, innocently resting on the mattress. Dean walked closer, raising his arms inquisitively. "Answer it." You directed him. Slowly, he raised the phone to his ear. You could faintly make out a female voice, and confirmed it was Bela when Dean answered with a, "Where are you?" She knows we're here. It's a set up. "Where?" Dean demanded. You began to sweat, wondering which silent alarms you all had triggered. "I want it back, Bela—now." Bedroom, clear. Living area, clear…You were scanning the perimeter, searching for any odd light reflections that could be hidden cameras or audio devices. "You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?" Maybe she paid a neighbor, or the doorman to alert her? "Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder." Am I the only one putting this together? Sam's just standing there and Dean's chatting. "I know I'm gonna stop you." We. We're going to stop you. "Oh, I'll find you, sweetheart. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track you down." Don't taunt her. We're at a disadvantage…
As if answering your current thought, the hotel door was kicked in and law enforcement's best recruits had their weapons raised. "Hands in the air! Down on your knees!" You were outnumbered, and assessing some of the uniforms, it wasn't run of the mill Monument patrol. This was the higher ups. A shoot out was possible, but in that case, so was bloodshed, and more so from your part. The boys had already raised their hands and were lowering to the ground. "That bitch!" Dean managed to yell. Trap, set, and match…"Turn around. Now!" Knowing your options (or lack thereof), you also raised your gun in surrender, slowly kneeling down to lay on your stomach. A man twice your size jabbed his knee into your spine as he manhandled your wrists to remove your firearm, successfully cuffing you after. "Sam and Dean Winchester. Ma'am, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense." Your heart raced, coming to terms with the fact that you were utterly screwed. I've never been caught before… "Hi, guys." You looked up to see a man towering over the brothers, sporting an official FBI jacket. African-American, roughly six feet, an air of confidence, but still cautious, won't be easy to manipulate. "It's been a while." You turned your head slowly to the boys, seeing panic spread across their faces. Who did they piss off this time?
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