family line, supernatural [ 1 ]

062. fairy tales

"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam angrily asks.

"Because I said so." Dean says.

"We got the colt now." Sam says.

"Sam..."

"We can summon the crossroads demon--"

"We're not summoning anything!"

"--pull the gun on her and force her to let you out of the deal!"

"We don't even know if it'll work!"

"Well, then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!"

"We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of "ifs" and "maybes" and that's not good enough because if we screw with this deal, you die!"

"And if we don't screw with it, you die!"

"Honestly, I'm about to kill both of you. Problem solved." Natalie says.

"Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation." Dean says.

"Why, because you said so?" Sam asks.

"Yes, because I said so!" Dean shouts.

"Well, you're not dad!"

"No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best, and you're going to let this go, you understand me? I mean, why don't you just be more like Natalie? Huh? She doesn't give a shit."

"Don't bring me into this." Natalie says.

Sam glares out his window, the three stuck in tense silence.

"Tell me about the psychotic killer." Dean says, now calm, but Sam stays silent. "C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." Sam still does nothing.

"You're both five year olds." Natalie mumbles, reaching up and taking the newspaper off Sam's lap. "Psychotic killer... rips victims apart with brute like ferocity."

"Okay, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four inch claws? Animal eyes?" Dean asks as Natalie skims the articles.

"Nope. But the lunar cycle is right. If it is a werewolf we don't have very long, the moon's this Friday and that's it for the month." Natalie says.

"Two days, no sweat." Dean says.

+++

"I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page, and Detective Bonham." Dean states, the three putting their badges up. "We're with the County Sheriff's Department."

"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you." Kyle says.

"You have?" Dean asks.

"All morning. You're the sketch artists, right?" Kyle asks.

"Uh..." Sam looks at his siblings.

"Absolutely." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam quietly agrees.

"Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen." Dean laughs. Natalie feels the wave of relief when he doesn't say it's her. Sam glares at Dean. "But listen, before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?"

"I-I have no idea. I was hiding and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just... stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running." Kyle says.

"'Kay." Sam says. "Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember." Sam says, taking a small notebook out.

"Uh, yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall..."