INTERROGATION 2

Suspect Name: Dean Winchester

Aliases: Dude, Bitch, Agent Scully.

Crime: Carrying weapons without a license, discharging firearms in a public place, damage to private property, Arson, (PTO) Trespassing, Impersonating federal agents, impersonating priests, impersonating building inspectors.

Current Position: restaurant critic (though not verified)

Tony walked around the room. The man sitting before him looked familiar. He wore a green jacket and blue jeans. Had he met him somewhere before? "What is your name?" Tony asked.

The man licked his lips before answering. "It's right there in the file dude," Dean answered.

Tony rubbed his eyes. This was going to be one of those interviews. Why had Gibbs got him to interrogate this smart ass? "Dean Winchester?" Tony asked as he finally sat down.

Dean arched his eyebrows. "Yes... Well done," He licked his lips. He found it amusing to be interrogated by NCIS, he thought it'd be the FBI and not some agency that wasn't even on the radar. He couldn't figure out why he was here.

"It's bugging me... Have we met before? Because you have one of those faces that look familiar," Tony said.

"I don't think so," Dean smirked. It was obvious he was going to use his charms to get out of this trouble.

Tony looked over the files. "My, you really have gotten yourself into a lot of trouble. The charges here are serious Dean Winchester," Tony said. It was true that Dean was probably in more trouble than he realized. "I want to know what you think about that," Tony said triumphantly. He had the upper-hand. Dean looked clearly guilty.

"Dude," Dean leaned back into the chair and shrugged before licking his lips. "I was just doing my job," he rapped his fingers on the desk.

"And pray tell... What is your job?" Tony emphasized the word job.

"We hunt things... We hunt things that would make other people run for the hills. We hunt things that people don't want to acknowledge that they exist," Dean licked his lips.

"Are you thirsty?" Tony asked.

"No... Why do you ask?" Dean asked him.

"You keep licking your lips every few seconds," Tony said.

"I do not," Dean responded.

"Do to," Tony argued.

"Do not," Dean licked his lips.

"Ah-ha! You just did," Tony pointed at him and shouted.

"Did what?" Dean asked innocently with a shrug of the shoulders.

"You licked your lips!" Tony exclaimed but then tried to get back to the real reason they were here. Though he did imagine taking a knife and cutting his tongue out. "So what were you doing at 13 Winchester Avenue in Falls Church Virginia?" Tony asked.

"Hunting," Dean said.

"There's nothing to hunt there," Tony responded. They couldn't hunt in Falls Church.

"There is if you're hunting ghosts... You know there's a few demons in Falls Church... You actually know there's an OCD in Falls Church?" Dean asked with a smirk.

"Yes I do actually... I know her," Tony said. He didn't see how the two could be connected. It was hard trying to the link.

"You know her?" Dean asked with a surprised look. "I'm surprised you're still alive," He stated and waited for a response.

"She's uptight but I doubt she'd do anything drastic," Tony shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "She maybe OCD but she's harmless," Tony responded.

Dean smirked at him and raised his eyebrows. It was surprising the man in front of him ran into an Obsessed with Castration Demon and was still in mint condition. "I'm impressed," he added. It was very impressive to see that he thought nothing of it.

"So what do you hunt?" Tony asked to keep the conversation back to normal.

"Demons, Ghosts, imps, monsters in the closet, monsters outside, dopplegangers... Vampires, werewolves, Ladies in the lake, phantom hitchhikers," Dean continued on after taking a breath.

"So you hunt BS?" Tony was confused by this.

"BS? I doubt that," Dean said. "Our Dad taught us about Demons, ghosts, imps, monsters in the closet E T C. You know that kids are afraid of what lies under the bed or the monster in the closet? Well we know why they should be... We know what's out there," he added.

"What's out there?" Tony asked.

"Demons, Ghosts, imps, monsters in the closet, monsters outside, dopplegangers... Vampires, werewolves, ladies in the lake, phantom hitchhikers," he said as if he thought Tony was slow. "What we do, we do it for protection... Because Dude, without us, the world would go to hell," Dean said proudly.

"You've already said that," Tony responded. "And for God's sake will you stop licking your lis?!" The small habit was getting on his nerves. "I'd like to see you explain why you thought it would be a good idea to shoot up the house and blame it on some non existant thing living in the attic," Tony said. "What? Did you really think that we'd fall for such a bad excuse?"

"It's the truth," Dean responded with another smirk.

Tony felt like smacking the smirk right off his face. "Then what happened to the other assailant?" Tony demanded to know. "If it's the truth where's the body?"

"It disappeared. Do you know what happens when you shoot a spirit full of rock salt? It dissipates," Dean made explosion motions with his hands. "No body, no proof," Dean responded. It seemed so natural to him.

"Convenient," Tony said without looking up. "Are you trying to tell me that was a vampire?" He laughed.

"That's stupid!" Dean snapped. "If it was a vampire there'd be ash and we would have had stakes... Did we have stakes? No. So therefore there were no vampires," Dean said matter-of-factly. He thought that people sounded so stupid when it came to paranormal stuff.

"So you're not going to defend your actions?" Tony asked as he closed the file. It was an open and shut case. Dean Winchester was clearly guilty of the charges that were on the paper.

"Why should I have to defend myself?" Dean asked. "I did nothing wrong Bitch," he said angrily.

"You insulted me," Tony said.

"You're a whiny little bitch," Dean retorted quickly.

"Hey," Tony responded. Things were heating up. "So you don't deny that you killed Joseph there and impersonated a federal agent while carrying an unlicenced firearm?" Tony asked. "Step outside," he said as he waited for Sam Winchester to be escorted into interrogation. "You are Sam Winchester are you not?" Tony asked and looked up.

Sam let his huge dimple-full smile do the talking for him.

"I see you're innocent. You're free to go," Tony told him.

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Dean Winchester: Remanded into custody until court date

Sam Winchester: Released