Summary: Sam and Dean are investigated by the cops of Jump Street Chapel.

Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural nor 21 Jump Street is mine.

Judy looked up as Mrs. Lori Abigail, the ninth grade English teacher, took her position at the front of the class. "Today is Friday, the day for self-expression, debate, those little anecdotes I'm sure you all have been working on all week."

This elicited a series of snorts throughout the room. Nobody did homework unless they had to. Nevertheless, the students were eagerly looking on…at the teacher, something Judy was sure she'd never get used to even if she was seeing it every Friday in this class.

"They're such good students, aren't they?" Mrs. Abigail said to Judy.

Judy tried for a serious nod but her lips were twitching. "They're the best."

A skinny boy at the front of the class got up, dusted off his jacket, and bowed. "Boo!" called out the rest of the class. Somebody lodged a paper at him.

"I think you should sit down, Marco."

Marco shrugged at the teacher, saying, "Tough crowd."

"Sit down, Marco," two girls shouted from the back, already used to this procedure.

Mrs. Abigail picked herself onto the edge of her desk. "Who wants to start?"

Sam Winchester raised a hand.

"Don't start," Tom growled.

Dean Winchester threw them that smirk – and god, that smirk! Doug clenched his teeth. The kid was a high school student and Doug really shouldn't want to pound him as much as he did whenever he freaking smirked. "Don't you have something better to do?"

"I'm just telling the lady a little story."

The said 'lady' was actually two ladies, twins. They were turned in their seats, hanging onto Winchester's words as he spun what had to be a huge load of crap.

"So, anyway, we were hunting this wolf - ."

"That's when we found out about the bear," Sam said. There were gasps around the room. Most of the boys had that 'so cool' look on their faces. Most of the girls had that 'so brave' expression. Judy hid a smile behind her hand.

Sam let the anxious silence go on for a moment before continuing.

"When the park ranger told us, my mom wanted to go home. She said it would be too dangerous. We were almost all packed up when my dad talked her out of it. He was all 'Deana, the bear was on the other side…', 'Deana, this is what camping's all about…'"

"I was all, 'Samantha, it's gonna' be alright'. She was still scared though; slept in my room all weekend."

One of the twins leaned on his desk. "That's so cute."

"I'm gonna' barf," Doug muttered. Tom acknowledged that with a nod. Otherwise, he was ignored.

The other twin leaned down next to her sister. "I didn't know you had a sister."

"Yeah, she's a couple years younger. I'll bring her to meet you one of these days."

"Really?"

Doug rolled his eyes. "If she's anything like you and your brother, it ain't gonna' be a pleasure."

Dean paused in his storytelling to mock Doug. "Why? Are you afraid of a bruise on the other cheek?"

"He's more afraid of finding out how big your gene pool is," Tom snapped.

"My family is quality over quantity."

"The family I met is a pain in the – ." Doug cut off when Mr. Myer poked his bald head out of the office. The man's eyes flew over them and he either couldn't see or didn't care that no work was actually being done. His head disappeared again. He only popped up enough to prevent a riot.

"What happened with the wolf?" twin one asked. Doug didn't bother trying to distinguish between the twin drooling at Winchester or the one licking her lips way more than could ever be necessary.

Dean sighed, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet atop the desk. "It was kind of pathetic. I went in and out way too fast."

"It was way cool! My brother tried to be a show off, went in too fast, and got knocked out. My dad was real mad at him."

"Knocked out?" Judy asked.

"Yeah, the floor isn't even. He tried to jump some roots and tripped. He rolled down the hill and smacked right into a tree."

Mrs. Abigail let out a hiss. "That must have hurt."

"He and my mom were cranky all the next day. I had to sleep in his room that night and wake him every so often to make sure he didn't get a concussion."

Judy frowned. "You didn't take him to a doctor."

Sam nodded, earnestly. "We did but my dad doesn't trust doctors. He even double-checked that the doctor did the stitches right. He was in the marines, so he knows stuff like that." The other students perked up and that information would definitely be expanded for some Friday soon.

Twin one ran a finger along the cut just under his hair. "That probably hurt?"

Dean covered her finger with his hand and traced a little farther up. "It actually goes way up here. It's just a good thing they didn't have to give me a bald spot because of it."

Tom was looking at Dean, an expression of disbelief his face. "The wolf tackled you?"

"Pushed me right into tree," said Dean. "It was smart."

"Evil Lassy," Doug muttered.

"Lassy's not a wolf."

"She's close enough," Doug insisted.

Tom interrupted, "Let me guess, you wrestled it off and got right back up again?"

"I'm not Rambo, dude. My brother shot at it."

"You're brother can shoot?" Tom asked, casually.

"He's alright. Discharge put him on his ass, though. He tried to be all tough."

"Where was your dad?" asked Mrs. Abigail.

Sam shrugged. "He was close by. We have to learn to hunt by ourselves. We always want to go with him. He wants to make sure we know what we're doing."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Judy asked. "You had guns and you were tripping."

"We've been hunting for a long time. Gun safety was one of the first lessons."

Judy shook her head. "My mom got mad when I got on a motorcycle. Yours must go crazy."

Sam paused and his smile dropped slightly. It was back a second later, brighter than before. "We've been doing it for a long time. She knows why and she understands."

"My sister thinks it's cool."

"I thought you said she was scared," Tom pointed out.

"Didn't she have to sleep in your room?" twin two added.

"She wasn't that scared. She probably only slept in there because she was worrying her ass off over my head. She can be a crybaby."

"Your head was bleeding," said Hanson.

"So?"

Doug rolled his eyes. "She probably freaked out. It doesn't matter. You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because your whole story was probably just - ."

" – a load of crap!"

Judy jumped as Doug slapped a file down on the table. The captain gave him a look he didn't seem to catch.

"All of it?" Tom asked.

"I don't know about the hunting but he doesn't have a sister. What about the cabin?"

Tom looked down at his own stack of papers. "Both of his parents were only children so, that uncle that owns the cabin, doesn't exist. There was also some sort of retreat out there that weekend. All the cabins were booked and there were no Winchester reservations."

"What are you two talking about?" asked Judy.

"Dean Winchester was telling a few people about a camping trip where they hunted a wolf - ."

"A bear."

"What?"

"Sam said it was a bear."

"Dean said it was a wolf and it tackled him."

"Sam said Dean tripped."

Captain Fuller took a seat at the head of the table and pulled Dean Winchesters file to him. "They got us playing what brother said what. One of them is obviously lying."

"Or both of them," said Tom.

"Ioki, what did you get from Dean?"

Harry cringed. "I didn't get a chance to talk to him." Foreseeing the coming lecture, he quickly added, "He skipped his last two classes, Captain!"

"What are we gonna' do, Captain?" said Doug.

Captain Fuller sighed. "It looks like we are playing what brother said what. Hoff's, you first. What did Sam Winchester say?"

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