After pulling up to the small local police department, we got out of Brea's silver 2010 Mercedes SLC; her belief with cars is the newer the better. Last night after I had told her, she decided to react by getting up, walking out, slamming the door and screaming obscenities at random passersby. In the end though, I got her to calm down and agree to pretend like they weren't hunters if we ran into them again though I'm pretty sure we will. At one point she even tried to convince me that we should leave and let them deal with the hunt here, pointing out that this was technically her hunt. I told her they would probably need help since we're dealing with the four horsemen…yeah not too happy.

Walking in I saw that she had been right; as soon as she stepped across the threshold every male eye snapped to her body. The local cops were pigs with a capital Chauvinistic. None of them even noticed me and why would they, I mean I'm not bagging on myself I am rather eye catching and alone they would have definitely noticed me, but with Brea the tall, leggy, brunette, I was simply the extremely short blonde "girl".

The sheriff walked over to us---short stubby, somewhat of the stereotypical police officer and in many ways reminded me of a potbelly pig, more skins and scrapings from the trough than the others apparently. He happened to be balding and at least 43, his eyes were beady and seemed to never stray from Brea's long vivacious body. Quickly glancing at me, not bothering to ogle however like he was my friend, he spoke, "Special Agent Anka, who's this child? Where's your partner?"

I smiled, Brea had gone through a whole 60's period and I think her obsession lasted longer than the actual sixties, she still continued to use her favorite artists when introducing us.

"Sheriff this is my partner Special Agent DeShannon," Brea laughed.

He blinked, obviously shocked. "What, a Child?" His chubby face turned to me, appraising my short stature and delicate features.

"I am not a child, I happen to be twenty-four and I have witnessed more shit in my whole life then you will ever see even if you manage to live till you're a hundred," I stated, in a tone that was obviously mirroring the offense I felt as I looked up at him. Although, I'm completely positive that Brea could hear the sarcastic hint of a giggle in my voice.

"I'm sorry it's just that...umm..."

Clearly he was flustered, stumbling and searching for words. Letting him feel uncomfortable for another long moment before I allowed a light smile to touch my soft lips, I had to calm his embarrassment at his mistake.

"It's alright I get the child thing all the time."

Giving me an awkward smile he turned back to Brea who he was more comfortable talking to. "Well the bodies are over at the morgue, I'd take ya myself but I got some…Mmm…work to do. So I'll have Officer Ackerman take ya over." Turning around he shouted, "Hey Ackerman get o'er here!"

As the sheriff turned back to us he caught a sneak into my eyes, making him appear speechless, and I took an inner pride at the fact that my eyes could make a lot of people do that. I had once tried contacts but the amethyst always managed to shine through, making people stare more than usual.

"Are those natural?"

Even though I knew he thought I was wearing contacts the question made me think of breast implants.

'Hmm I wonder why.'

How on earth could they freaking implant eye color?

"Yup had 'em all my life."

After blinking he turned back to Brea, I guess staring at me was unnerving. "So Ackerman'll take the both of ya to the morgue so ya'll can do your business."

Ackerman walked up to us, and I had to say he was exactly the opposite of the Sheriff what with him standing stood a good full 6 feet, his hair a smooth suave rich dark brown, and either he got lots of sun, like me, or if he was simply of Italian descent.

"Yeah Sheriff?" his voice came out slow ringing with a slight southern drawl.

"I want ya to take these two here FBI ladies to the morgue to examine the bodies, while I deal with the two nut heads." The Sheriff motioned to the door, causing Brea and I to turn our heads in that direction to see whom he'd just motioned to.

There in all their glory was Sam and Dean, dressed in the traditional law abiding black suit and I had to admit that Sam could defiantly pull off the look. Dean on the other hand fell short of expectations, since instead of the badass look of an FBI Agent he was going for, he looked more like a senior in high school who's prom date just pulled a MacGyver without a trace of a glass slipper or pumpkin bits.

I had eventually reverted my attention back to the sheriff and Ackerman, while Brea was intently focused on the two male hunters…probably daydreaming of what could've and never will be. I could practically feel the waves of newfound hatred mixed with confusion and lust. This mass combination was hard on her, and although this rarely happened I always wondered if she was going to spontaneously combust.

A smile graced my facial features as I spoke. "So officer Ackerman, would you so kindly show us to the morgue?"

After passing a shocked moment where he looked around, as if looking for who had asked him, his eyes landed on me. I must have been out of his line of sight because his head was tilted down at a weird attempt for a correct angle of viewing my form.

"Um, yes come with me."

Stepping on Brea's foot to get her attention, I followed him out the door past the two hunters, who were too busy with the potbelly sheriff to notice us walking by. It seemed at that fact we were in luck, maybe we'd never have to deal with these guys on this case and that a run in would never occur. Yeah, well ain't that jinxing us too much after placing the cherry on top of the sundae, more whipped cream anyone?

A.N

Again I want to thank my wonderful beta, who of course keeps me from putting off this story like I have, unfortunatly done with the others.

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