Elena Is No Stranger when it comes to the Supernatural she has known about it for as long as she can remember. Raised by her Mother Eleanor who was a very powerful witch, she taught Elena the ways of a natural born witch since Elena discovered that...
Background chatter as a man is led down a dim police-station hallway in cuffs. Pan into the bustling office, where Peter Sheridan is on his cell phone, a mug of coffee in hand.
"Under what name? Oh, yeah, that's my favorite so far. Possible ID's in three states that we know of. He pulls a paper from the fax machine and stares at it.,I gotta call you back." Peter Says as a SWAT team approaches a motel room from the outside. Sheridan enters an interrogation room; the prisoner is not visible. He sits down. Well, first I thought you were just stepping up your game. Credit card fraud, breaking and entering, and this one... puzzled me. Grave desecration. But still these are a long way from murder. Then we get a fax from St. Louis. Where you're suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman. However, no one could prove anything, of course, because supposedly you died there." Peter Says, The SWAT team breaks open a 2nd-floor door with a battering ram; inside, Sam stops, holding his hands up. But I gotta tell you something. You look pretty healthy to me. Diana Ballard advances on Sam, her gun forward.
"So now we know Karen Giles wasn't the first person you murdered." Peter Says
Back At the hotel, "Going somewhere, Sam?" Diana Asks
"But I guarantee you she's the last." Peter Says As He stands and walks out; we pan across to reveal that the prisoner is Dean.
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The policewoman from earlier enters another interrogation room, where Sam is pacing by the window. She places a coffee cup on the table.
"Thought you might be thirsty." Diana Says
"Okay, so you're the good cop. Where's the bad cop?" Sam Says
"Oh, he's with your brother." Diana Says
"Okay. And you're holding us why?" Sam Says
"Well, he's being held on suspicion of murder. And you, we'll see." Diana Says
"Murder?!" Sam Says
"You sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good of an actor?" Diana Says
"Who was he supposed to have murdered?!" Sam Asks
"We'll get around to that." Diana Says
"Well, you can't just hold us here without formal charges" Sam Says
"Well actually, we can, for forty eight hours, but you being a pre-law student, would know that. I know all about you, Sam. She reads from a file. You're twenty three years old, no job, no home address. Your mother died when you were a baby, your father's whereabouts are unknown. And then there's the case of your brother Dean. Whose demise was, well, just a little bit exaggerated. Feel free to jump in whenever you like. Sam leans against the wall, folding his arms. Shy? No problem. I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you were a straight-A student. Got into Stanford with a full ride. She closes the file. Then about a year ago there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality. Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid. Left behind everything.
