Hey, I'm back! This is the second chapter of this story. I won't be updating very often but I'll try to do my best. If you find any mistakes please point them out because as I said, english is not my first language. Your feed back is my way of improving š
There's also the fact that I don't know well how the educational system in the USA works, so if something is wrong about what I write just chalk it up as something that happens in the story only.
On to the story then...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the OCs.
Washington DC
FBI Special Agent Rose Andrews was musing about her day so far.
After leaving her seventeen years old genius son in the airport for his final year in MIT, she went on about her day like normal, bringing coffee to her colleagues and starting doing paperwork. After completing the tedious task, she started revising old cases that went cold, some of them because there was no evidence whatsoever to link them to the perpetrator and others just because they were plain weird and didn't make any sense.
Lost on her thoughts, she didn't notice her boss approach till he was practically looming over her.
"Agent Andrews"
Startling abruptly out of her thoughts, Rose took a moment to collect herself, before responding:
"Yeah, bossman?"
"A moment of your time, if you please" Bossman Williams replied stoically, ignoring the jab with the practice of years of hearing the same thing from her.
Confused, Rose stood up from her desk and started following her boss, mentally reviewing all her actions and those that could potentially get her fired, only drawing a blank.
Only when they were safely inside Williams' office did her boss start to talk.
"Earlier this morning the local police force from Kemper, Illinois contacted us about an attempted robbery at a gas station"
"I'm sorry, sir" said Rose, perplexed "But what does the FBI have anything to do with a minor crime like that?"
"They said Dean Winchester stopped the robber from shooting the clerk and knocked him unconscious"
All the blood flew from her face hearing that name, leaving her white as a sheet and slightly shaking.
Dean Winchester was a known serial killer, his crimes not only baffling the FBI's best profilers because of their varied nature, but also disconcerting the forensic team in charge of cataloguing his victims due to the abnormal circumstances of their deaths, ranging from missing lungs with no visible injury otherwise to burnt eyes with a pattern of carved wings on the floor.
What was more confusing was the fact that Winchester not only escaped police custody multiple times, sometimes with help from a local and sometimes without, but it also seemed as if he came back from the dead again and again, gaining a reputation inside the FBI as the walking dead case. Due to the sensitive nature of the case, and to not cause mass hysteria, Dean Winchester and his brother Sam still remained dead to the general public.
There were rumours of them trying to assassinate the president, but only those into conspiracy theories gave them credit. That, and the victims claiming to be saved by them made the Winchester one of the most bewildering cases in recent history.
None of that is what made Rose pale. Seventeen years ago, back in 2002 when she was only a detective employed by the police force of her town, a case had gone wrong and an eight-year-old was murdered, making Rose lose her temper and go to a bar to get smashed.
There, she met a young Dean Winchester, without yet the infamous reputation he would later gain but as charming as they come. In a moment unlike herself, she spent the night with him, trying to forget the case and the girl that died because the perpetrator had an accomplice inside the police station who destroyed the evidence linking the previous murders to him and thus costing more time and effort when the time came to arrest him.
Nine months later, on October 31th at 12:00 am on a stormy night, like some freaky coincidence, James Andrews was born, thus starting the joke about him being the son of the devil. Years later, while watching Winchester and his brother gun down an entire diner on TV, Rose seriously thought that the statement wasn't so far off the mark. It was then that Rose had to explain to her son who exactly his father was, since he looked like a miniature copy of Winchester, the only difference being the cobalt blue eyes that he inherited from her. She knew beforehand that Winchester had a rap sheet, since she worked for the FBI, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined the sort of horrors he was capable of.
(2012) Rose nervously paced in the living room, trying to calm her racing heart. She tried really hard to bury those terrifying videos in a far corner of her mind, to not remember the burning green eyes that seemed to look right at her through the TV screen, without too much success. She was waiting for her ten-year-old son to come home, so she could finally tell him who his father was. James has been pestering nonstop for her to tell him who he is since the start of high school, but Rose felt that her son wasn't ready yet to know the type of man that fathered him without going into too much details. Besides, for what the reports of their case said, Dean Winchester perished alongside his brother Sam in an explosion before they could be transferred to a Supermax prison. That notion was shattered when earlier that week they made the news, with videos showing actions so horrifying that Rose couldn't believe that once upon a time, she spent the night with one of the brothers.
She knew with certainty that if James watched one of the videos, he would pick up the similarities between him and Dean and easily connect the dots. Her son was a genius in the calibre of the greatest minds, a surprise for her since she knew that although she was above average in some aspects, she was a far cry from being genius. Her little James started high school when he was only nine years old, astounding her with how many grades he skipped. His classmates were all bigger and older than him, so he had a little difficulty with connecting with them and making friends. That's why Rose decided to enlist him in Taekwondo lessons, with members of his age group, and that's where he was today. The lessons should have finished already so he should be home soon.
As if on cue, Rose hear the distinct sound of a key being inserted in the lock. Taking a deep nervous breath, she waited for her son to make his way to her.
"Afternoon, mom" was the first thing he said when he entered
"Good afternoon, sweety" replied Rose, masking her anxiousness with a wide smile "How was your day?" James was not fooled.
"What's up?" asked her son sharply, then continued "You are nervous" observed James, without hesitating. Rose sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to hide her feeling from him. Somehow, someway her son always knew when something was up.
"It's about your father" stated Rose bluntly, all thoughts of sugar-coating the facts flying from her mind. James' eyes widened in surprise, but remained silent. She knew it was his way of saying 'I'm listening'. "Why don't we take a seat? The information is a littleā¦ errā¦ off-putting?" She half-asked, half-declared, not knowing how to tell her son that the man who fathered him was a horrible human being.
"Sure" responded James without fanfare, and then he sat down on the sofa in front of her.
"Okay" Rose took a breath, calming herself a little "What I'm about to tell you will no leave this room. I want you to know that, despite the actions of your father, you're in no way responsible of the path he took, and that you are nothing like him, in spite of your appearance"
James mulled over the words, his intelligent cobalt eyes showing he was lost in his mind connecting what little information he knew to form a picture of the situation. Judging by his frown, the pieces were falling in place and forming a rather bad picture.
An FBI agent for a mom. The warning about the situation. The anxiousness that permeated the room because of her. The assurance that he was nothing like his father. And to Rose surpriseā¦
"Is my father Dean Winchester?" It sounded like a question, but knowing her son, Rose was sure that he already knew her answer.
"Yes" she responded without preamble. It shouldn't surprise her the deductive skills of her son, but somehow, they always did. Then she added with disapproval "I didn't know you watched the videos"
"I didn't" said James earnestly "I made a new friend today, and she was with her family when the videos were released on the news. She told me it was the scariest thing she's ever seen."
Rose was happy that her introverted son made a new friend, but there was something she didn't understand.
"Then how did you reach the conclusion of Winchester being your father?" she asked, perplexed.
"The timing" answered James promptly "You are telling me now on the off-chance that I manage to watch them on the news. Besides, my new friend remarked jokingly that I looked very similar to Dean Winchester."
Pride swelled inside Rose at the answer. She may have slept with a murderer, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it when their night resulted in the one person she loved the most. James was her son and she will be damned if she thought him as a mistake.
And then he said something that broke her heart and swelled fury inside her at the same time.
"I'm not going to end up like him, right?" asked James with wobbly lips, trying to not let his tears fall and partially succeeding.
James may be one of the most intelligent children she knew, but at the end of the day he was just that, a child.
"Oh, of course not sweety" answered Rose lovingly, leaving her seat and embracing him in a hug "You are one of the kindest people I know. You have a bright future ahead of yourself. Your father doesn't define you in any way, shape or form" she then planted a kiss in his head, while he hugged her firmly, stifling his sniffles and just basking in the warm embrace of his mother.
Right after that, they spent the night in the living room watching and mocking horror movies with a huge bowl of popcorn.
"Dean Winchester" repeated Rose flatly, trying and succeeding a little in hiding her anxiousness from her boss.
"Yes" responded Williams equally flatly "Unfortunately, the local police leaked the information to the press, so now the public are very much aware of the fact that two murderers walk the street freely when they supposedly were six feet under the floor, and they are demanding answers." He continued sardonically "Thanks to the damn blood hounds called the press, the FBI as a whole is being held accountable in the eyes of every citizen. The blame falls on us for something we tried to stop many times without much success. Do you understand the position we are in, Agent Andrews?"
"Perfectly, boss" replied Rose sombrely.
If the public demanded answers and they were being held responsible, they had to put all possible resources to capture the brothers immediately. If not, the public outcry would be disastrous for them. There was enough wariness towards them as it is.
"We need to form a team specifically dedicated to hunt for the Winchester." Williams decreed firmly "The best of the best, and I want you to be the one who leads it and this case"
"M-me?" stuttered Rose, flabbergasted "Why me?"
Williams held her eyes firmly for a second, his penetrating grey eyes boring into hers and stripping her as if seeing right into her very soul. He then said something that made her whole world screech to a halt.
"I know about your son" he replied simply.
Rose wanted the earth to swallow her.