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Red Flag

Sam and Dean were separated into two different interrogation rooms so they couldn't try and get their stories straight.

Patrick watched both, going between two-way mirrors to watch their behaviors and get a feel for them as people. He made quick and precise deductions about the both of them.

Dean was staring around the room, smirking, whistling, clicking his tongue, looking laid back and calm.

Sam was the polar opposite. He was staring at his hands, sighing repeatedly and shifting in his seat, rolling his eyes periodically, obviously angry at his brother.

"So what do you think?" Lisbon asked.

"I don't know if they killed poor Paul Bratter, but I do know who they are," Patrick said. "Take Dean for instance," he gestured to the older of the brothers. "He seems very calm and unfazed by all of this. Cocky, arrogant. But right now he's trying to think of a way to get him and his brother out of this mess. Mostly his brother. As long as Sam is safe he doesn't care."

"Now," he swiftly walked into the next room, Lisbon jogging to keep up behind him. "Sam is another story. You see, Sam is very angry with his older brother. Whatever trouble they are in –and they are in some sort of trouble- it's Dean's fault. Sam was either talked into the situation or went willingly without prior knowledge to any sort of consequences."

"I assume you want to talk to them?" Lisbon asked, sounding routine.

"Yes," Patrick smiled. "I think if I talk to them I'll be able to tell if we have the right men or not."

Patrick had examined the crime scene thoroughly, as usual. The official COD of Mr. Paul Bratter was cardiac arrest. The county coroner was still doing to autopsy to see if any sort of poison or other means of stopping a man's heart on a dime. Otherwise, it was a total natural cause. But, according to Mrs. Bratter, Mr. Bratter was in perfect health when he died.

Bratter did, however, have quite a few defensive wounds, but no trace of fibers, hair, skin cells, anything were found on him. Peculiar, yes, but would most likely be explained fully by the end of this investigation.

The living room and kitchen were in utter disarray. Couches were tipped over, pillows were slashed, the fridge contents were on the floor, the counters littered with broken dishes. An obvious sign of a struggle. But there was no sign of forced entry and no one saw anyone at the Bratter's house all day besides when Mrs. Bratter left that afternoon to go grocery shopping. Also peculiar.

The neighbors did, however, see the Winchester's car parked across the street all day and the night before. Which led to further suspicion that wasn't in the brother's favor.

"I think I'll talk to Sam first," Patrick stated. Lisbon nodded.

"I'll have Rigsby and Van Pelt keep Dean warm for you." Patrick shook his head, grinning. "What?"

"Nothing," he said mischievously and walked into the interrogation room.

Sam and Dean were, once again, caught up in a big misunderstanding with the local law enforcement.

Paul Bratter wasn't as squawky clean as everyone thought. You'd have to do some serious digging –or have some really good fake IDs- to be able to find what they did. A few years ago, Paul and his brother were cliff-diving. By some sort of freak accident, Zack's head hit the bottom, killing him instantly. Or, at least that's what Paul told everyone. When you have as much money as he did and have enough friends in high places anything could look like an accident.

Sam and Dean had found out from coroner's records that Zack's official COD was drowning. So, when you put two and two together, you figured Zack probably died a violent death at his brother's greedy hands. Which is why Paul Bratter was being haunted.

A poltergeist, aka Zack, had invaded the household, throwing vases, breaking pictures and writing cryptic messages in the steam on the bathroom mirror. Zack was angry, very, very angry. Angry enough to build enough energy to take out the brother that got him.

Sam and Dean had been trying their best to save Paul's life, for the principle of the thing. They had tried to talk to Paul or his wife but, as usual, doors were slammed in their faces and they had to wait outside in the Impala for the inevitable. And when the inevitable came, they were still too late. The noise made a neighbor call the police, which is how they ended up in this situation.

Sam was grouchy, to say the least. It was Dean's idea to take the stupid hunt to begin with. One strange instance before Paul's without much evidence it was their type of case anyway and Dean wants to go for no reason.

"C'mon, Sammy, it's California!" Dean said, grinning. "After this mess we deserve some down time. C'mon it'll take maybe a day to ice this mother and then we just sit back, relax and enjoy the live Baywatch."

"Fine," Sam agreed stiffly, but he knew better. The farther away Dean got from his feelings the better, and that's what he wanted to do. The farther away he was from Jo and Ellen's memory the easier it would be to bottle up his emotions. Sam understood how his brother worked. And if this process worked then fine. If there came a day when he wanted to talk, then fine. If they day came when he needed to let everything out, then fine. Sam would be there for him no matter what.

The door opened and Sam straightened up, trying not to look as nervous as he felt.

Patrick and Agent Cho filed in, both wearing completely different expressions. Patrick's eyes were bright with amusement and curiosity, a small smile on his face. Cho, on the other hand looked pretty indifferent to the entire matter, just as before. He leaned against the wall to Sam's right, eyeing Patrick the way a teacher watches a trouble-maker in class.

"Hello, Sam," Patrick said, sitting down and smiling pleasantly. Sam said nothing, just looked at him suspiciously. "So, your brother got you into another pickle again, huh?"

"How'd ya guess?" Sam mumbled, irritated by the thought.

"Well, considering every time you look at the wall you scowl and that just so happens to be the direction your brother's in…"

"What do you want?" Sam asked, skirting around the subject.

"Just to talk to you about Mr. Bratter's death," Patrick said calmly. "Did you kill him?"

"No!" Sam said. Patrick went on smiling, his eyes watching every line on the younger man's face carefully.

"No... no I don't think you did. Your brother is left to be decided, however. But you do know who killed him, don't you?"

"No!" Sam answered just a little too quickly.

"Ahh…" Patrick said, pointing at him. "You're lying. When you lie you purse your lips and blink several times… Yes, you know who killed him…" He eyed the youngest Winchester suspiciously. "Yes…but you're not going to tell me." It wasn't a question. He stood.

"Well, Sam, I'll be back later, I'm sure. I'm off." Agent Cho, who had remained dormant the entire time, left the room, glancing at Sam and Patrick before leaving. Patrick moved to leave but turned on his heel. "Oh, yes, just one more thing, Sam. What's your last name?" He asked quickly.

"Wesson," Sam answered just as fast. Patrick nodded and smiled.

"Thank you," he said and shut the door behind him.

Sam sighed, relieved, when he was gone. He then groaned aloud and rolled his eyes when a sudden realization hit him. Dean wasn't going to like Patrick…at all.

--Uh oh! More soon! :D--