Sam remembered the flash back of the warehouse that was supposed to be the strong hold of the pack. Armed with only two pistols and a pair of newly owned flash grenades. He remembered getting hit by the black Charger and being thrown in the back.
Two hours in the boring room with orange walls, and a dark window with one security camera. Sam looked at the case files and saw the case files. California, Nebraska, Wisconsin, the Grand Canyon, Detroit. These are all the places we been. Nebraska. He looked through the pictures and had noticed that these were all of the body they created. And there was also a picture of the abandoned training camp that there dad created for them. There was also a casing of a 45. ACP round and a silver 9mm round collected from San Diego. Whoever these people where, they where awesome on keeping tabs. Then finally the female agent came in with a silver hollow point round in an evidence bag. "Sam Winchester, son of Mary and John Winchester, your father was a Marine yes. " Sam had twiddled his thumb, "Yes ma'am." She placed a pen and a tablet on the table. "What's this?"
"Sam you are mentally ill. If you sign this you and your brother will be sent straight to a mental facility on a Marine base in Nebraska first thing tomorrow." Sam staired at the clock," Sam, please if you don't confess you will be sent to prison and be executed." He felt the whole room get cold at the thought of dyeing. The agent placed the bullet on the table,"9mm, hollow point. Is this pure silver?" The giant had nodded and she pushed the tablet toward him. "Your brother is acting like a penis next door,"
"You mean a dick,"
"Yes."

After that she smiled and pushed the tablet toward him," Look the death penalty is going to be a sure a must for you if you do not confess Sam, you and your brother have a large body count over twenty."
Sam had scratched his head and sighed. "Look we can help you both, but you have to confess, if you do we can send you to facility for at least ten years. After that you are free men." Sam thought about it," Don't you have a file of us of what happened in the last medical facility," "Yes your brother stabbed a nurse in the chest. We notice that this connected because the weapon was a scalpel plated in silver. Now besides werewolves and vampires what else could it be used for Samuel."
Sam had coughed and tapped on the table. "She was a wraith."

NCIS

"A what," Gibbs had retorted.
"A monster that devours fluids from the back of brain, they can mostly be killed by silver" McGee explained to him. "Now there have been several cases around the world but we think the killer might have used a high powered aspirator instead. These guys are just supernatural vigilante's boss." Gibbs had staired at the screen. "McGee they have a body count of over fifty people and if they escape it will rise. "
"Yeah boss I know, but the skinny one Dean he went on saying that with him here we were all doomed."
Zivah had clicked the on the camera in the interrogation room showing Sam pacing back and forth with the pen in his hands and staring at the clock. "What is he waiting for,"
"I don't know about you, but he's worried about something. And as soon as the relative of deceased shows up we're going to find out."
Boss speaking of which he's pulling up right now."
"Fantastic, Dinozzo show him to Sam's interrogation room."

Sam had continued to pace back and forth thinking about what was Dean's plan were to escape or flirt with the cute agent. "Mr. Winchester you got a visitor."
A man wearing a Dolce & Gabbana suit, with a black coat, and a good pair of church shoes. The man had pale skin and black hair with discolored eye's one eye was yellow and the other was blue. Sam had tensed up as he heard the clear his throat. He didn't seem upset seeing that he was related to the dead kin. "Mr. Gibbs I would like to have a private conversation with Sam."
Understandable."
The old man had left the two alone. "Well haven't you got your hands dirty this time."
Sam had scratched his head. "Look if you're looking for an apology-
"Please… the only reason why your throat isn't in my mouth is because she got was coming to her. She acted like an omega and they barely survive. They make mistakes and you people, you hunters fix the problem. Like a doctor doing a surgical procedure to remove a tumor." the man's yellow eye shined as he looked at the security camera. "I'm here to only warn you. The few in my pack created a coup and they have all of your scents. Even the agents and I must say the female agent she smells as you kid would say… ripe." Sam face had a look of anger," What are you saying," "You have three hours they're traveling by foot. There's a cabin only five miles in the woods. Don't worry about bullet holes it's mine I own it." He tossed a key to him and stood up. "I'll tell agent Gibbs that you're in danger. I'll say that a notorious biker gang is after you and that they'll chop your heads off and place them on spears." The man headed toward the door and said one other thing. "Look you better kill them or they'll kill you."
The giant had stood up," What are you saying."
"They're will be bloodshed. And now there is a war to be fought.
Samuel Winchester. You should have stayed in Stanford."

NCIS

McGee had walked Mr. Sanders to his car with the moon fully shining. "You're sure they're in danger," "Yes agent McGee,"
"I'll see if I can bring them into protective custody."
Mr. Sanford had staired at the moon. "Beautiful isn't she, over a billion years old and still here." His yellow glowed beautifully in the light. "Take them to my cabin. You'll get there faster if you take the back roads and keep at ninety five mile and hour pace."
McGee had nodded his head and waved him good bye."

Sorry for taking so long I had a lot of school work and please review.
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