I would like to emphasis that this is an AU so some details will be different.

This is not a death fic!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 5

Don't rise. Don't rise. Don't rise. Dean implored himself Don't make it any worse for yourself.

After grilling him for another hour the detective had left Dean alone. He assumed that that was a scare tactic, used to try to force him into a confession. Dean was not remotely

scared. He was pissed off. As the seconds ticked by, he could feel his frustration rising. The detective returned, this time, holding another folder. He watched Dean grimly. He sat

down, opened the file and slid a photograph towards Dean. Dean rose up and backed away, refusing to look.

"Come on Dean. Look at the photo. Look at what you did. Where's all the smart-ass remarks now?"

Dean shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He heard the man sliding out, what he assumed to be, the rest of the photographs onto the table. Each were probably as horrific

as the last.

"Look Dean," the man was so close, he cold feel his breath on his ear, "Don't be a coward. Look at them! Look at what you did to them! To your brother!"

"I didn't" whispered Dean.

"You did!" he replied forcefully. "Admit it and this will all be over!"

"Please stop," Dean could feel the tears falling onto his cheeks from under his closed lashes. "Stop it. Please"

"Where is my son?" John bellowed at the man sitting behind the front desk. Slightly taken aback by John's anger, he asked "Name?"

"Dean Winchester," John snarled, leaning over the desk as the man typed the name into his computer.

"Well, sir if you would like to..." he broke off from his usual speech at the look in John's eyes. It was murderous. "Where is my son," he asked again, in a voice of deadly calm.

"I'll just...I'l just go and get the officer in charge-" he mumbled and disappeared into the back room. JOhn snarled after him, not budging from his space until the man returned,

with an older officer at his heels.

"Dean?"

"Your son is currently helping us with our inquiries."

"He shoved his arm through somebody's window. Don't you guys have anything better to do?"

"He's currently helping us with the investagation into your youger son's death."

"But Dean didn't have anything to do with that," he replied blankly, "Dean did not have anything to do with that." He repeated with more force.

"I want to take my son home now."

"Sir-"

"No!I AM TAKING MY SON HOME NOW!"