Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Folsom Prison Blues

(Name's) P.O.V
The boys and I enter the Arkansas Museum of Anthropology. Dean was holding a map and flashlight, while Sam and I were only holding flashlights. "This way." Dean said, looking down at the map. "I hate this plan, Dean." I muttered as we walk down a hallway. "Yeah, same here." Sam said.

"Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." Dean said, we turn a corner and walk pass a motion sensor on the wall at mid-calf height. The light on the motion sensor turns red as we kept walking. No going back now.

Sam unlocks a glass exhibition case and he carefully takes out a decorated axe. Dean was holding a hooked dagger from another case. I unlock one of the display cases, that held a holy katana that is said to have been forged by three Gods.

I removed the sword from it's case, pulling it from it's scabbard enough to look at my reflection in the blade. That's when heard we heard a noise in the distance and I look up. The boys looked at each then to me, Sam inclines his head and we put the weapons down.

We left the room and walk quickly towards the exit, we turn a corner and are met by two policemen. "Freeze!" One of them yelled. We turn back the other way, but two more policemen block our path. "Don't move!" Another one shouted.

We went down the last hallway open to us, and there is yet another pair of cops standing there. "I said freeze!" The first cop repeated themselves. "Hold it right there!" The another cop said. "Put your hands on you heads! Get down on your knees! Now!" The first cop said.

The boys and I comply, kneeling down. Three of the cops walk closer and handcuff us. Dean smiles slightly and looks at us, Sam doesn't look as pleased and I let out a worry sigh.

We were taken down to the police station and Sam stood in front of a mug shot board, with a broody look and reaching about 6'5 on the board. He was holding a sign that says:

81A3826
LITTLE ROCK
CITY POLICE
LITTLE ROCK AR.

"Front." The photographer said, before snapping a photo. "To the right." He said and Sam turn to the right still brooding.

Dean went up next, reaches just under 6'3. He was grinning as he held a similar sign. "I call this one the Blue Steel." He said and purses his lips, arches his right eyebrow, and mugs for the camera. "Yeah, that's right." The photographer said, snapping a photo.

"To the right." He said and Dean faces the right for another photo. "All right, back to the lineup." The photographer said. "Wait, who looks better, me or Nick Nolte?" Dean asked. "Shut up." The photographer growled.

I went up last and held up the sign with a timid expression. The photographer snapped a photo. "To the right." He said an I turn for him to take another photo.

I sat in an interrogation room waiting, the door opens and two men enter. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, (Name). We've been looking for you ever since you came back from the dead. I'm Special Agent Victor Henriksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." Henriksen said to me.

"Henriksen? You wouldn't happen to be the Milwaukee agent Henriksen Dean told me about... would you?" I asked. "Live and in person." He replied, smirking. Henriksen then pulls out a picture. "Oh, nice shot." He said and tosses the picture onto the table for me to see.

It was of the Shapeshifter disguised as me, looking over her shoulder. I frown at the photo, thinking back to that damn Shapeshifter that started this whole mess. Sometimes I wish I could bring it back to life just so I can kill it again.

"You can hang that up in your cell at Super Max." Henriksen said. "No thanks. Having photos of only yourself is pretty narcissistic." I said, pushing the photo away. "Plus this isn't actually me." I added.