Rose was waiting in the parking lot for him. Ever since she had brought him home like a lost puppy, they had become really good friends. More than that even. But he wasn't going to worry about that now. It was his Day off and he needed to see somebody.
He straightened his suit before entering Scotland Yard. When he first started his job, he had tried to keep a low profile on cases but now he kept his head high as he walked down the hallway to the bustling room filled with policemen and detectives.
"Can I help you?" came a voice behind him.
Sam turned around to the shorter man. "Oh yeah. Hi, I'm looking for detective inspector Lestrade. Do you know where I can find him?"
"Do you have an appointment?" he asked glairing at Sam.
"Well, no. But…"
The man cut Sam off before he could finish. "I'm afraid you can't see him then."
Sam was getting angry and annoyed now with him. "I didn't catch your name." He said, interrupting the man from a conversation with a woman.
"Sylvia Anderson, why?"
Sam gave a half smile before pulling out his badge. "My name's Sam Winchester. I work for the British Government. Now where did you say I could find Lestrade?"
I think this was my favorite chapter by far. I could just picture Sam taking none of Anderson's sass, seeing as he is the king of sass.