Dean sucked in a breath slowly. "That's bad, isn't it?"
"Of course it's bad! You're going to freaking go to prison because they will have all the evidence they need to incriminate you!" Sam would have made hand and arm gestures if there had been enough room in the cramped interrogation room.
For a minute Dean thought, then he patted Sam's chest awkwardly. "Well, thanks for the warning Sammy." With that he pushed back through the crowd of hunters and took his seat once more across the table from Agent Booth.
"Back from your little talk? Good. Where were both of you on the night Neal was killed?" His voice was hard. No more nonsense would be tolerated during this particular interrogation. He could tell they knew something about why he was here. The one that was built somewhat like a moose was smart, not as easily set off as his brother. He would have to make sure to ask Sweets what he picked up on them after.
"Um..." While to Booth it seemed they were trying to think back to that day, to Sweets it was obvious they already knew where they were. Both Sam and Dean were thinking of that day, but trying to think of something but the truth to tell. On that night they had been going head-to-head (or rather machete-to-fang) with a nest of vampires.
"It was just a normal day, I believe. Not memorable at all." Sam was the one to reply. "We move around a lot, so we were probably staying at a motel."
"Right." Booth said unbelieving. "And you were both together the whole night? Neither one of you left the motel for any amount of time at all?"
They both pretended to think again. Sam thought of a plausible answer, as did Dean. The difference? Sam was smart enough to realize what turn the interrogation would take if it was said aloud, while Dean didn't bother to think it through until it was too late.
"I probably went to a bar for an hour or two." Even as the words came out Dean wanted to retract them. At the same time Sam both wanted to kick his older brother and face-palm. Both, however, would prove too suspicious so he fought the urges.
The smile Booth felt only showed on his face enough to make the corner of his mouth go up as he leaned forward. "So what your saying is that one of you could have gone off without the other knowing and do something such as, kill someone?"
**** he's good... Dean thought to himself.
"I suppose we could have, but why would we want to kill Neal? He was our friend!" Sam said.
With that Booth turned the folder in front of him around, opened it, and slid it across the table. "Why would your brother here feel like killing an innocent man?" In the folder was the picture of Dean from that night at the bank. Next to that was a picture of the form the shapeshifter had taken.
"I didn't kill him!" Dean said defensively.
"All the evidence shows you did," Booth leaned back, watching Dean carefully. Dean glared slightly at Booth, the only sign of anger that Booth could see - or notice. The two stared each other down. Agent Booth was calm, if not a bit smug, and Dean was trying to appear calm, which only worked to fool Booth and the other hunters in the room.
Sam became slightly fidgety, mainly because he just wanted this confrontation to end. They were there for several minutes before Booth stood up. He grabbed the folders and turned towards the door. His hand was on the handle when he turned momentarily and said,
"Confessing won't do anything for you, but it might exonerate your brother." With that he left the room, allowing the shocked Sam and Dean with their thoughts.
"What did you get?" Booth asked as he pushed his way into the room overlooking the interrogation room. Sweets turned to face him briefly before returning his gaze to Sam and Dean.
"I'm pretty sure that Sam knew you were going to bring up the bank thing. It's probably what he was telling Dean about. Dean was extremely mad during the whole thing, it was obvious no matter how much he tried to hide it," Sweets responded to the question with ease, not even thinking back to the events (or re-watching the events) before responding.
Booth nodded, looking at the brothers too. "Anything else?"
Sweets nodded. "Sam wasn't comfortable with the stare-down you had with Dean there. He seems to be the one that prefers to avoid confrontation when he can. And they'll both do anything to protect each other."
"How did you get that?" Booth looked at Sweets, unsure of how he got to that conclusion.
"The way they're acting now; Dean appears frozen, but he is actually debating on confessing. If it'll save his brother, he'll do just about anything. Sam, on the other hand, started shaking his head right away. He's not going to let Dean do it. Sam is obviously convinced that his brother didn't kill anyone, let alone one of their friends." This time Sweets turned to Booth.
"Is that enough for you to work with?"
Booth nodded. "Oh yeah, that's plenty."
"Did you or Hodgins get anything off of the flesh?" Brennan addressed Cam, inspecting the now clean bones in the bone room. She began with the right humerus, as that arm had far more bite marks than any other bit of bone.
Cam sighed, glancing down for a second before responding. "Only that the poor guy probably died from blood loss, a whole chunk of his brachial artery was missing. Someone literally tore it apart with their teeth. The tox screen came back negative, we have no idea why no one heard him screaming." She looked at the bones, seeming to get an idea. "Maybe someone knocked him out? If it was hard enough and in the right place it could explain it."
Brennan nodded, putting down the humerus and instead lifting the skull delicately. Sure enough, giant cracks in the bone indicated a very hard force ramming against his head. "It looks like he was throne onto the ground and his head hit something hard. The flesh must have have kept this wound hidden somehow, possible a mix between being buried in the sandbox the other wounds?" She looked up at Cam to make sure she understood.
"I'll tell Hodgins. He's at the scene now, we'll have him and the FBI techs look for blood." With that Cam nodded and walked out of the room to check on Angela's reconstruction.