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•TROUBLE•
"So, you want to give us your real names?" the officer asked when he walked through the door. A rather large evidence box cradled in his arms.
Katie rolled her eyes. She was already aggravated considering for the past hour, Dean and her have been stuck in a stuffy room avoiding countless questions similar to what he just spouted.
Dean spoke up, repeating himself for what felt like the hundredth time. "I told you it's Nugent, Ted Nugent, and Shemane Deziel," he spouted with a concealed smirk as he named the famous rocker and his wife.
Katie had to bite her cheek as she tried desperately to hold back her amused grin.
The officer scoffed and shook his head. "I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you two are in here," he warned, clearly trying to scare them. Sure as hell wasn't going to work.
"We talking like 'misdemeanor' trouble here, or, uh—'squeal like a pig' trouble?" Dean wondered, joking again as he cracked a twisted grin.
At that, Katie couldn't help but sport a smile. She had to look down towards her lap in an effort to disguise it.
"You've got the faces of ten missing people taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. You two kids are suspects," the officer argued, narrowing his gaze at the two.
