A/N: This chapter is, as promised, back in Hana's POV. Reviews and constructive criticism are much appreciated!
I woke with a start as the car stopped. Sam and Dean were already getting out, fake ID badges in hand. Swearing, I jumped out of the car, not bothering to grab a false ID or check on the peacefully sleeping Rae.
I ran over to them, then another stream of colorful words left my mouth. I didn't think this through at all. Quickly coming up with an idea, I switched one of my rings onto my left ring finger and wrapped an arm around Dean's waist as I caught up.
Smiling up at his confused face, I said cheerily, "Hi, honey! What's taking so long?"
If Sam had had any liquid in his mouth at that point, he probably would've spit it out. He was barely refraining from bursting into laughter. I saw the signs. The subtly shaking shoulders. The extremely forced straight face. The amusement dancing in his eyes.
I quickly stored the moment to memory as Dean grudgingly wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"Sorry, ma'am, you are?"
I blinked. Then I realized. "Oh, I'm his wife. Pleasure to meet you." I smiled and put a hand out. The man, obviously an officer, just stared. I awkwardly withdrew my hand.
"Deputy Jaffey. If you'll excuse me, I don't think that you should be here. Why don't you wait in the car, miss?"
I scowled. Damn it all.
I was about to turn around when a voice stopped me short. "You're going to make her leave? She's a medical expert and, not to mention, my wife. She's staying." Dean tightened his arm around me. I tried not to look too surprised.
The deputy looked back and forth between us a few times before sighing. "Alright. Come on."
Dean quickly took initiative, stepping forward to examine the bloody inside of the car. "You did have another just like this, correct?" I almost snickered. He was trying desperately to change the subject.
Jaffey met his eyes reluctantly. "Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." I shared a tiny knowing glance with Sam. They'd filled me in on the way, before I'd fallen asleep. I wonder what the police thought had happened.
Sam took over this time. "So, this victim, you knew him?"
Dean began to go around the car. I trailed after him, still caught under his arm.
The deputy nodded. "Town like this, everybody knows everybody."
I butted in, knowing that I would lose interest in the conversation if I wasn't a part of it. "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?"
Jaffey looked at me strangely, and I picked out my mistake quickly. A medical examiner wouldn't ask questions like that.
But the man answered anyway. "No. Not so far as we can tell."
Sam was quick to steer the conversation back in the right direction. "So what's the theory?"
I perked up a little. I always wanted to know what the police department's take on everything was, and Sammy had asked the golden question.
He crossed over to us as the deputy spun out the story that the department believed. "Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"
Dean muttered, "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys."
Shocked at his proclamation, a hit his arm, while Sam stomped on his foot.
"Thank you for your time," Sam said through a fake smile. He grabbed Dean's jacket and pulled him along. I ducked out from under his arm and decided to trail after them. "Gentlemen."
As the deputy turned away, Dean smacked the back of Sam's head.
"Ow!" Sam protested. "What was that for?"
Dean glared at him. "Why'd you have to step on my foot?"
I scoffed at their childish antics, catching their attention. They turned.
"And you! Why'd you have to hit my arm?"
I caught up and went between them, glowering up at Dean. "Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" I snapped.
Dean crossed in front of us, forcing us to stop walking.
"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone in this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."
About halfway through his mini speech, I felt my eyes widen. The sheriff and two official-looking men in black suits were coming up behind him.
Sam cleared his throat beside me, and Dean whipped around, following Sam's insistent stare.
"Can I help you three?" the sheriff spat, his voice cold.
I plastered on a grin. "No, sir, we were just leaving."
Dean nodded to the agents as they passed, following a stony sheriff. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully."
I rolled my eyes. He isn't very discreet sometimes.
As we got back into the car, Dean smacked my butt lightly. "That's for hitting me," he whispered to my glare.
