I added five hundred more words than usual for Fourth of July weekend.
The Benders:
"Dad?" Sam guessed. "Because dad's not here." He hasn't been my entire life, he hasn't been for the past seven months or so for Dean and Sam.
"No, me." Dean smirked. "As long as I'm around, nothing bad is gonna happen to this family." I didn't know if it was those words or the person that said it but I felt my tense shoulders dropped, relaxed and not as scared as I had been. Sammy even smiled a little, that puppy dog eyed look smack on his face.
"So boys, are we ready to go wherever the road takes us?" I asked. This whole conversation was getting a little to emotional for my tastes.
Dean slung the final bag of ours over his shoulder. "Now that we know about these premonitions, I know exactly where we have to go." The little smile I had on faded.
"Where?" Sam asked seriously, a little worry etched on his face.
And as serious as he could possibly be, Dean said, "Vegas." And then he smiled.
I couldn't help but laugh as Sam made his normal bitch face. "Seriously though, we should so go, make a vacation out of it." I said hopeful, following Sam out the door, he was shaking his head.
"I know, right?" Dean followed looking excited. "We can do the whole craps tables, win us some big ones." I giggled, bouncing off to the car in a very unlike me fashion. I never stopped to notice Dean pause to close the door. I never noticed Dean, with his back turned to us, his face had dropped in worry. And he would never show us that he was. After all, in Dean's mindset, he was the eldest and it was his job to protect his little siblings.
While the Winchester's were leaving, another case solved and person saved; all was not well in Hibbing, Minnesota. A young boy, no older than eleven or twelve, was sitting in his bedroom in the apartment he shared with his mother. His eyes were fixated on the TV screen. It was late that night, he the only one away. He couldn't watch his movie because he suddenly hard something outside loud enough to startle him. The boy slowly slid off his bed and appeared in his bedroom window. There was a man taking out his garbage, walking throughout the parking lot. The man stopped as he heard a weird sound underneath a nearby car. He got to his knees to look. And all the man could do was scream as he was yanked under the car. Panicking, the young boy pulled his curtains closed, never noticing the second man that climbed out a car.
"Hello? Are you ok?" Detek called cautiously. He had been planning on spending the night in his truck, but now he nervously grabbed a crowbar from the back. He never got to use it before a dirty hand came out from under the RV, grabbing his ankle in a vice grip. He shrieked, being forcibly dragged under the truck no matter how hard he kicked. His last thought before he blacked out was, to his surprise, green eyes, blonde curls, and combat boots.
A few days later, I shifted uncomfortably in my little sheriff outfit. The horrendous hat pretty much shielded my face so the family wouldn't be able to give an accurate description should they realize we weren't actually cops. "I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already." The mother complained, arms crossed. "I don't see why we have to go through this again." She stood protectively beside her pre-teen son. "The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true." The mother clearly hadn't believed a word of what her son saw, it often happened because adults could be blind to the world around them while most children accepted it not realizing just how weird most would consider what they witnessed.
"I'm sure he does." I agreed in a soft voice. The son at least seemed to believe in what he witnessed. And that was good enough for the Winchester's.
"We know you spoke with the local authorities." Sam said, trying to get her to let the kid talk. Sam was holding one of those crappy little cheap notebooks he got from the local dollar store and a cheap pen.
"But uh," Dean stumbled for a moment. "This seems like a matter for the state police so..." He trailed off.
"We just need to make sure all our information on file is correct." I lied, easier than Dean had.
Sam looked to the child with that puppy dog look that had everyone spilling they're guts. "Don't worry about how crazy it sounds Evan, you just tell us what you saw." The kid had no chance.
"I was up late, watching TV." Evan slowly explained. He raised his head. "When I heard this weird noise."
"Can you describe them?" I asked, hoping I wasn't screwing up. I was awkward when it came to children or well, just about everyone actually.
"It sounded like..." Evan paused for a moment. "A monster." I shared a look with Sam and Dean, that could mean we actually had a case here but didn't necessarily give us anything to work with.
Mrs. Mckay looked down for a second before sighing. "Tell the officers what you were watching on TV." I looked curious, what did a tv show have to do with anything
Evan grinned sheepishly. "Godzilla Vs. Montra."
I cocked a little half grin, remembering the first time I saw it. "Yeah, that was a good movie." Brooklyn and I spent a weekend once locked in our apartment watching any movie we could find with even the mention of Godzilla in it.
"It's so much better than the original." Dean grinned excited. He sounded like a kid in a candy store.
"Totally." Evan grinned. He was surprised that he had something in common with someone so much older than he was.
Dean nodded to Sam. "He likes the remake."
"Yuck!" Evan said just as I said, "Ewww," while wrinkling my nose. Both Brooklyn and I had agreed it was the worst of the movies we rented.
Sam looked at Dean and I with a glaring bitch face. Dean quickly cut out his laughing while I smirked just a little. Sam turned back to the job. "Evan, did you see what this thing was?"
I got my mind back to the case on hand. "No." Evan said quietly. But then said quickly, "But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins, it pulled him underneath the car."
"Did you lol long enough to see what happened next?" I asked.
"It took him away." Evan said, looking scared. "I heard the monster leaving." He stopped to swallow hard. "It made this really scary sound." Scary sound, could be anything.
"What did it sound like, Evan?" Sam asked softly.
"Like this," Evan stopped to think of something similar. "Whining growl." Sam, Dean, and I shared another look before we left.
At the local bar, "Damn it, I kept believe I'm losing to my little sister." Dean grumbled, handing me a twenty.
"Well I do have an affinity for weapons." I smirked, pocketing the cash. "What's the point if I can't aim." We had been playing darts while Sam researched at the table next to us. Dean had gotten pretty close and was good himself, but I had all five darts in the center while he missed one a little to the side.
Sam started talking to us as we started another game. "So, local police have ruled out foul play." I threw a dart at the board on the wall. "Apparently, there were signs of a struggle."
"Well they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping." Dean suggested, taking his turn. "Maybe this isn't our kind of gig."
"So does that mean we can hit the road." I asked, turning away from the dart board. There was no point in staying if there was nothing here. My hair was in a high ponytail with the ends naturally curly. I could never get it completely straight even when I went through that teenage phase of trying out different hair styles.
"I don't think so." Sam said, showing us an opened section of dad's journal. "Dad marked the area." I leaned on the table to see better as Dean joined us. "Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker." Sam suggested.
Beside me, Dean shook his head. "Why would he even do that?"
"Well he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night." Sam explained. "Grabs people, then vanishes." I shivered at the thought of never being found. "He found this to, this country has more missing persons per capital than anywhere else in the state." I raised a curious eyebrow.
"Alright, but this doesn't sound like a phantom attacker." I pointed out.
"Right, don't they usually snatch people from they're beds?" Dean asked. "Jenkins was taken from a parking lot." Where no one was around except for a single kid that had been sent for bed hours ago but like all kids at one point or the other, decided to sneak a few more hours of TV in while mom slept.
"Well there are all kinds." Sam said, scratching a hand through his hair briefly. "Spring hill Jacks, phantom gassers." Damn I hated those things. "They take people anywhere, anytime." Yeah, so did a lot of things. "Look, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either."
Dean glanced around and realized how late it was getting. "We should ask around more tomorrow." People would just get pissed off easier since they got more drunk as the night past.
"So is it time to go?" I asked, starting to fight back a yawn. I hadn't been getting much sleep later.
"Yeah," Sam stood, pulling out his wallet to pay for they're beers. "I saw a motel about five miles down."
"Whoa, let's have another round." Dean, king of the bars, insisted even if it was nearly three AM.
"We should get an early start." Sam, Mr. All work and no play, protested.
This time, I didn't bother hiding my yawn. "By early start, I hope you mean any time after one tomorrow afternoon."
Sam smiled a little, shaking her head at her sleepy expression. "I guess I'll meet you outside, I gotta take a leak." Dean said, grabbing his leather jacket before leaving.
I straightened up, stretching my back a little. "I'm gonna grab a drink for the road, meet you at the car." Sam nodded distractedly, grabbing up our research papers. I forced myself through the crowd of people till I reached the bar.
Outside, Sam was walking through the empty parking lot to the impala several cars away. But then he heard something, Sam slowed down to a stop as he reached the car, glancing around confused. Sam stopped long enough to put dad's journal on the hood of the car and pull a flashlight out of his pocket, it wasn't odd for a hunter to carry such with them in pocket like one may carry a cell phone, wallet, or set of keys; while normal people left them in toolboxes or some forgotten spot in the house. Flickering it on, Sam got to his knees and looked under the car. He barely got a glimpse before he was yanking back, feeling his heart jump. An orange cat that had found a resting spot under the car, hissed angrily at being disturbed before running off. His heart rate slowing, Sam laughed shaking his head before standing up.
Several minutes later, "Bout time your done, princess." I taunted, waiting for Dean by the door just inside. By the time he had gotten back, I had already finished my last drink of the night.
"You're one to talk, sweetheart." He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, I pouted as we walked out the door. Just because I took the longest time in the shower didn't mean anything. We walked to the car in silence but only when we got there did worry set in.
"Sammy left five minutes ago, where is he?" I asked, paling as Dean slowly picked up dad's journal that was sitting on the hood of the car. The journal wasn't just something a member of this family, 'sat down' and forgot about. Dean looked down at me confused and I gnawed at my lip worriedly.
We spent the next twenty minutes running up and down separate sides of the parking lot asking people if they've noticed a giant with short brown hair roaming around. "Sammy!" I screamed one last time but getting no answer, meeting with Dean in the middle of the road in front of the bar.
"Look." Dean nodded at something in the air. On top of a nearby streetlight was a security camera. And what could be our only lead to what took Sammy.
All my sleep had been sapped out of me, neither of us got any sleep that night as we realized we didn't have the hacking skills to get into the camera. So early the next morning found us at the Sheriff's office. "What can we do for you, Officer Washington...miss?" The police officer clearly didn't know why I was there since I wasn't a cop, but spent most of her time talking to the actual cop, Dean...as far as she knew.
"I'm working a missing persons." Dean said, tucking his fake ID into his pocket.
The woman cop named Kathleen looked confused. "I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police." Luckily we went for police as our fake identities for this town, better access to some things.
"No, it's actually about someone that went missing last night." I said, my eyes were bloodshot from worry, no sleep, and spending the last five hours working nonstop to find him.
"Actually it's my cousin." Dean lied smoothly. "She's his sister." He nodded to me. "We were having a few last night at this bar down by the highway." We couldn't exactly explain Dean was a brother when he was technically declared dead because of the whole shapeshifter thing like ages so. "And neither of us had seen him since." This was Sam, he wouldn't just ditch out like this, leaving everything behind even if he did decide to go his own way again, like he did when we were fighting the scarecrow pagen god thing.
"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" Kathleen asked Dean. I almost laughed if I wasn't so worried, Sammy, a drinker? Never gonna happen.
Apparently Dean thought the same. "Sam?" He grinned a little weak. "Two beers and he's doing karaoke." Kathleen smiled at hearing the affection the not clearly had for his cousin. "No, he wasn't drunk."
"And he wouldn't just ditch out on us like this." I said with no doubt in my voice. "He had to be taken."
Kathleen nodded and took a seat at her computer behind the desk. Dean and I rounded the desk, pulling up a couple of chairs so we could see what she was doing. "Alright, what's his name?" Her fingers were poised over the keyboard for typing.
"Winchester, Sam Winchester." Dean said as we sat down.
"Like the rifle?" Kathleen made sure before she started typing.
"Exactly." I said, bouncing my leg a little in my anxiety.
Kathleen quickly and easily typed Sam's name into the police database. It brought up his police records and not only his. There was Winchester, Christina; Winchester, Dean, and Winchester, Samuel. I knew all of ours would basically saw the same thing: grave desecration, breaking and entering. She clicked on Dean's name as he was the only one not present or talked about, as far as she knew at least. She stopped when she saw the most recent addition to Dean's record. She glanced at me. "I'm uh, sorry to be the bringer of bad news if you're unaware. But your brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. At the time, he was also a suspect for murder." Damn shape shifters.
"Yeah, kind of the black sheep of the family." Dean said quickly. "Handsome though."
"Not that handsome." I couldn't resist jabbing at him, Dean scowled. Kathleen looked confused at the lack of emotion. So I started blubbering, waving a hand in my face. "It's just so sad." I screwed up my face like I was about to cry. "I know what he's suspected for is wrong but to lose my big brother so suddenly. And my little brother missing..."
More relaxed, Kathleen turned back to the computer. I stopped and scowled at Dean smirking a little less than he would have if Sam was around. "Well he's not showing up in any current field reports."
"Oh, I already have a lead." Dean said quickly. "We saw a surveillance camera by the highway."
"The country traffic cam?" Kathleen guessed, clearly familiar with the different camera poised around the town.
"We've been thinking that the camera had to have seen whatever took him." I said, thinking maybe it was a demon or...well my head was to frazzled to think of much else it could be but honesty, it could be anything. Kathleen looked at me. "Or...whoever." I stuttered a little.
Kathleen shrugged it off. "Well I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the country works department but anyhow, let's do this right." Kathleen stood up, pulling a few papers from her filing cabinet. "Why don't you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?" She handed me a clipboard; fuck, Sam could be dying for all we knew. We didn't have time to fill out a bunch of useless papers.
"Officer look," Dean said quickly. "Uh, he's family. I kind of look out for the kid." He wasn't the only one. "You gotta let us come with you." After all this was through, I wasn't gonna let Sammy out of my sight.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that." Kathleen said, looking like she wasn't planning on changing her mind any time soon.
"But this is our bro...family." I coughed over my stumble. Dean was supposed to be a cousin, not a brother to Sam.
Dean moved to the edge of his seat. "Your country has a fair share of missing persons. Any of them come back?" Kathleen looked away, clearly none of them have. "I have two responsibilities, that's her," he nodded at me. "And Sam. She's not leaving my sight, and I am going to bring Sam back."
Somewhere else, Sam jolted awake. It didn't take him long to figure out he was in a short cage he could only crouch in, in what looked like someone's basement. He noticed another man sleeping in the cage across from him. "Well, what do you know, sleeping beauty's finally awake." A man not much older than he was in the cage next to his smirked, a man with brown hair and blue eyes.
Outside the police station, Dean and I were sitting on a bench, an hour of what felt like unnecessary waiting past. "I think we've found something." Kathleen said, returning after she went to get the camera footage. She was carrying multiple printouts. I hopped up immediately and Dean wasn't to far behind.
"What are they?" I demanded urgently as she passed the papers to Dean.
"These traffic cams take an image every three seconds as part of the Amber Alert program." Kathleen explained. "These images were all taken around the time Sam disappeared." Dean flipped through several pictures of passing cars while I hovered over him, I couldn't see what this had to do with anything we needed.
"This really isn't what I'm looking for." Dean said. We were looking more for something, I don't know; flying past the camera, the camera fizzing out...something dragging Sam's unconscious body down the road because no way Sam went unless he had been knocked out.
"Go to the next one." Kathleen said and Dean flipped to the next place. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar." This picture was of a dirty old rusted green truck speeding. "Look at the back end of that thing." All I saw was rust and dirt. "Now look at the plates."
It took me a second. "I get it, the plates look to new for the truck!" I said loudly, snapping my fingers. The truck was like a giant rust bucket but the plates looked like something from the newest car on the block.
"So that means it's probably stolen." Dean easily caught on.
Kathleen nodded, "So whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved." I got distracted, winching in annoyance as an old van making a whining growl passed. Damn, they needed to fix that.
Dean glanced at it over my head. "Hear that engine?" Kathleen nodded.
"It's irritating." I grumbled.
"No, well that to." Dean agreed. "But...kind of sounds like a whining growl, doesn't it." I looked at him confused before the words that kid we interviewed came flooding back to me. My eyes widened. "I'll be damned." And I felt the same.
Elsewhere, Sam was trying to kick open the cage door. "Already tried it." Derek said from his cage. But he wasn't a fighter, didn't have Sam's muscles and strength years of hunting have him.
"Well I can't just sit here." Sam grunted. They were interrupted by a low grown.
"Great, Mr. Negative is awake again." Derek grumbled.
"Hey, you okay?" Sam asked urgently.
"Does it look like I'm doing okay?" Jenkins said angrily, finally sitting up.
"Can't you just be happy we'll still alive?" Derek asked, stretched out in his cage with legs bent.
Sam glanced between the two of them. "Does anyone know where we are?"
"The country I think." Jenkins said. "Smells like the country."
Derek snorted, hands tucked behind his head. "City boy." Jenkins scowled.
"So you're Alvin Jenkins?" Sam asked, recognizing him from his missing picture. The man nodded and Sam looked to Derek. "So who are you."
"Derek Matthews." He introduced himself. "Taken the same night he was." He nodded at Jenkins.
Sam looked started that there was a second victim. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were taken to."
"Not surprising." Derek said unconcerned. He'd already figured out nobody was looking for him. "I've got no friends, family, and I'm new to town."
"Well I doubt this is going to make you feel better, but I was supposed to be reassuring you." Sam admitted. Derek groaned, leaning his head against the cold bars of his cage, crossing arms over his chest with legs stretched out in front of him.
"Well you're doing a piss poor job." Jenkins growled.
"How was he suppose to know he'll get nabbed by a bunch of freaks?" Derek said.
"No, no, it's okay." Sam insisted. "I've got family and they'll looking for us." Must by nice, Derek thought, to be so sure of yourself. "I'm Sam, Sam Winchester."
It took a second for Derek to process that name before he sat up straight. "Winchester? Do you happen to know a Christina or Chris Winchester." That girl had been flying through his thoughts more often than they ever had since he'd been kidnapped. Like hiding the fear of never seeing her and she never knowing what happened to him. Just never meet again because he was dead due to a bunch of nuts hiding out in the woods.
Sam looked at him startled. "Yeah, she's my sister. She's looking for us to." He narrowed his eyes on him.
Derek groaned. "Damn, I knew she had one big brother. But now she has two?" He was so going to get his ass kicked. He didn't even want to think about how overprotective they must be to have such a beautiful little sister. And this one was even bigger than the other one he saw briefly.
"She's technically older than me." Sam admitted. "How do you know my sister?" He was going to kill him when they got out of here if it turned out he'd hurt his sister at some point.
"Well uh," Derek stuttered for a minute. "I'm not sure if you're going to like me at all or probably just hate me in principle but I kinda like your sister." Derek grinned a little to his self, eyes out of focus as he thought back, remembering her laugh on they're date, how she insisted she could do things without help, her eyes full of secrets..."Like, really like."
Sam was even more startled and soften a little. Who knew his sister actually knew a guy outside the family. Not once had a boyfriend been mentioned. "So she's your girlfriend?" Sam guessed, snapping Derek out of his thoughts.
Derek turned red. It wasn't unappealing to imagine her as his girlfriend. "Well, we've only been on one date." It was awkward talking about how much he liked Chris with her brother that looked like he could easily break his arm without tying.
Sam shrugged. "Hey, I don't care if you like her, just don't hurt her. I find her crying because of you, I will hunt you down." He always wanted a sister he could threaten boys away. Only the cocky ones who wanted a beaten or the ones worth her attention would stay after having a brother like Sam threaten they're lives. Sam wasn't violent by nature but he wanted to protect his sister...she's already been through to much during her time in the system. He unwilling remembered that long scar down on side. "It's not me you have to worry about," Sam smirked. "It's her other brother." Dean was the most protective of the family. He doubted Dean was going to just sit back and let some guy he didn't know make a move on his little sister. Dean may want Sam to start dating again but Chris may as well be in a chastity group. It was quite amusing watching Derek pale and stutter. Hearing someone walking on the floor above them reminded him he had more pressing matters than someone wanting to date his sister. "Have you seen them? What took us?" He had to figure out what they were so he knew how to kill them.
"What are you talking about?" Jenkins scoffed.
Derek's face had faded from the vibrant red back to his normal skin tone. "They're just a bunch of freaks." Derek usually didn't call people freaks but he had a low tolerance for being kidnapped.
"Here they come." Jenkins scowled. Derek leaned back as far as he could in his cage. Two men entered wearing dark bulky jackets and hats, sliding food into the cages.
"I'll be damned." Sam said quietly. "They're just people." It was the first time actual people were the so call monsters.
"What'd you expect." Jenkins scoffed.
"This food is still crap." Derek huffed, only eating to keep up his strength. It was mainly mush in a bowl.
"How often do they feed you?" Sam demanded, trying to figure out how to get them out of here alive.
"Once a day." Jenkins said, stuffing his face. Derek ate a bit more civilized but still hurriedly.
"And that's the only time you see them?" Sam asked.
"So far, but I'm waiting." Jenkins said.
"Just ignore him." Derek grumbled. Wasn't the first time Jenkins brought this up.
"Ned Beatty time, man." Jenkins grumbled.
"Not gonna happen." Derek said in denial. Ned Beatty was some movie ages ago where a man was kidnapped and then brutally raped by a bunch of men that lived in the mountains. They weren't in the mountains but still, close enough.
"I wonder who they are, what they want." Sam grunted. He was trying to pull out a metal wire just above his cage.
"They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me." Jenkins said. "Looking for love in all the wrong places." Sam grunted as the wire started to break.
Not that far away, on the main road, Dean and I were riding in the police car with Kathleen driving. I sat in the back, feeling like I had done been arrested again because I may or may not have accidentally shot at a civilian who I thought was a ghost. He was alright though! Just a simple mistake when I first started. I only got the charges dropped because his son had a crush on me. "The next traffic cam is fifty miles from here and the pickup didn't pass that one." The sheriff was explaining.
"So it must've pulled off somewhere, I don't see any other roads here." Dean said. All I could see was a bunch of trees and barely there fields.
"Well a lot of these backwoods properties have they're own private road." Kathleen explained.
"Perfect." I muttered sarcastically. I laid my head on the glass window, looking out desperately un-blinking. As if I was going to see Sam come stumbling out of the woods any second. We were so caught up with staring out our windows, we never noticed Kathleen fiddling with the police computer.
At least until Kathleen started talking. "So I ran your badge number." She was telling Dean. "It's routine when we're working a case with state police." I was already starting to tense, this was going to suck, I just knew it. "For accounting purposes and what have you." Dean nodded, clearly not paying to much attention as he should. "And uh, they just got back to me." I muttered angrily under my breath as she pulled the car over to the side of the road. "It says here your badge was stolen." Dean looked startled, not surprising since he was horrible at technology. All he knew was the Internet, and how to text and call from his phone. "And there's a picture of you." He probably didn't even know police had this kind of technology to track down the real owner of the badge. I peeked over the seat to see Dean stole the badge from some middle aged, large African American guy. Pretty much he couldn't be more of Dean's opposite if he tried.
Of course, Dean tried to play it off. "...I lost some weight." He forced a chuckle, rubbing his cheek briefly. "And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease."
Kathleen unbuckled her seat belt. "Okay, would both of you are out of the car please."
I leaned to the edge of my seat panicked. "Wait, we don't have time to be arrested again!" Sammy could be dead for all we know.
Kathleen stopped startled by my sudden outburst. "Okay," Dean quickly said. "If you wanna arrest me, fine, I won't fight. Hell, arrest her to." He nodded at me. His eyes looked red, holding back tears from the thought of losing Sam. "But first, just let us find Sam."
"I don't even know who you are." Kathleen scoffed. "And she's been in prison half a dozen times." All either bailed out, charges dropped or escaped from. "Or if this Sam person is even missing." Why else would we even be here, we tended to avoid cops whenever we could unless we were impersonating FBI.
Dean looked her dead in the eye and said, "Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying about this."
"Please, he's my little brother." I whispered. It's been eight months or so since we've met. It didn't sound nearly long enough, a lifetime together didn't seem long enough.
Kathleen shook her head, looking torn. "Identity theft." She looked at Dean. "You're impersonating an officer!" Yeah, like we haven't done that before.
"Look, here's the thing." Dean said. "When we were young, I pretty much pulled both Chris and him from a fire." I looked away, fully aware that, that was the night our mother had died while we had lived. "And ever since then, I've felt responsible...they're my family." We were all each other really had. "I've just afraid if we don't find him..." His voice cracked.
That pulled at Kathleen's heartstrings, "I'm sorry." Dean's sister and my eyes starting to water while I struggled to hold back tears. "You've given me no choice, it's back to the station." She went to pull out but stopped because she'd caught sight of a picture. It was a picture of her and a young man, it was an old picture, probably at least ten years old. She sighed, remembering the reason she became a police officer, to help people as to not suffer the same she had. They had lost a brother...just like she had.
"After we find Sam Winchester."