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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 11:53:12 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Nov 25, 2014 11:53:12 GMT -5

The knock on the motel room door was unexpected and Sam tensed up. And when he saw who was responsible for the knock, he tensed up even more. "Detective? What are you doing here?" He tried to sound casual and polite but her presence was freaking him out. Had something happened to Dean? Had they hurt him in anyway to get to his own whereabouts? It didn't seem likely. Dean was their first priority. Sam came second. As if reading his thoughts, Diana moved further into the room, holding up her wrists. "Your brother's fine. He sent me here because of this. Thought you could help." Sam took one of her hands in his, holding her bruised wrist up to eye level and studying it for a minute. Then he released it and moved back in the direction of his computer. "I've been researching all the girls who have gone missing from ashland street in the past couple of decades. Take a look and tell me if you recognize any of them." He collected the dozen images from where they had been scattered, stacked them together and handed them over.

"Where did you get these" Diana asked suspiciously. "These are from federal websites." "You have your job, I have mine" Sam answered with half a smile, gesturing for her to take a look. She hesitated another second and then lowered her gaze. After flipping through a few of them, she gasped audibly. "That's her. I'm sure of it." Sam accepted the offered picture and gave it a once over. "Claire Becker. Do you know her?" Diana shook her head. "No." Sam pulled up Claire's record on his computer. "She was a heroin dealer. Spent a lot of time in jail for it. On and off." "I don't even know this girl" Diana blustered. "Why is she coming after me?" Sam memorized the address on ashland street that Claire had last been seen at, and closed his computer. "You ever work Narcotics?" "Yeah. Pete and I did before Homicide." Sam held up Claire's picture. "You ever bust her?" Diana gave a baffled shake of her head. "No, not that I remember." Sam got to his feet.

"Well then let's go find some answers."

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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 12:32:13 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 25, 2014 12:32:13 GMT -5

Somewhere around eleven o'clock at night, Dean was marched down the hallway to a cell that was about half the size of the cramped interrogation room. His wrists were uncuffed and he was left alone. For the time being. He was able to get a little sleep, but mostly just sat on his cot in the corner of the cell, waiting.

And after three hours of waiting, mentally alternating between going over everything they knew about this case and practicing field stripping his pistol just for something to do, the door to his cell was opened. Pete produced another pair of shiny silver handcuffs and slapped them tightly onto Dean's wrists before taking him by the upper arm and propelling him towards the exit.

Not just of the cell, but of the whole police station.

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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 13:36:34 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Nov 25, 2014 13:36:34 GMT -5

2911 Ashland Street, the building Claire had last been seen entering, was an abandoned store piled high with boxes and cobwebs. Sam handed Diana a spare flashlight from the Impala's trunk and the two of them spread out, checking different floors of the building. Sam had only been upstairs for maybe two minutes when Diana's panicked call reached his ears. "Sam!!!" He sprinted back downstairs, expecting to find Diana maybe collapsed on the floor from fright or perhaps even tussling with the ghost. But she was simply standing with her back to the wall, staring in confusion and anxiety at the window she was facing. Sam hurried to her side. "What happened?"

Diana raised a shaking hand and pointed to the empty space in front of her. "Claire. She was right here a second ago." Sam did a 360 degree turn, directing his flashlight at all dark corners of the room, trying to spot her but she'd vanished. He returned his concentration to Diana. "Did she try and hurt you?" Diana shook her head slowly, as if still trying to process everything. "No...no, it was more like she was trying to tell me something but she couldn't. She just kept reaching out to me." "Where was she standing?" Sam pointed his flashlight at the area Diana was indicating, before moving there himself. From that vantage point, he could see how the "2911 Ashland" painted on the store's window was reflected onto the wall that Diana had been standing against. "I think this is what she's trying to tell us" Sam reasoned, tucking his flashlight under one arm and bending to pick up a heavy pipe from the floor, which he proceeded to use as a battering ram, bring down quite a few of the crumbling bricks.

When enough had been cleared to start a hole, Sam dropped the pipe with a clatter and resorted to using his elbow and upper arm to widen the started hole enough so that he could peer inside with the aid of his flashlight. "Yeah...yeah, there's definitely something back there. Hold this." He passed his light over so that Diana now had two flashlights, both pointed at the hole in the wall. "You know..." Sam mused aloud as he continued ramming his arm and shoulder into the wall, loosening bricks. "There's something that's bothering me about this." Diana gestured with one of the two flashlights. "Well...you ARE digging up a corpse" she pointed out. Sam had to restrain himself from laughing openly. Instead, a mere chuckle was all he he allowed when countering simply with, "no, not that." Diana's expression was somewhat akin to the "I should be surprised but I'm not" sentiment. She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly as Sam elaborated with, "that's actually par for the course with us. No, what's bothering me is that no vengeful spirit I've ever tussled with has wanted to be wasted. So why lead us to her remains?"

It was a good question.

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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 14:25:55 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 25, 2014 14:25:55 GMT -5

"You're being extradited to Saint Louis" Pete announced gruffly, the only communication between the two of them as Dean was loaded into the back of a county vehicle and Pete got into the front, starting it up with a roar of the engine. Dean gave his handcuffed wrists a few tugs, knowing they weren't going to come off without the key or some kind of lock picking device, neither of which were anywhere to be found in the general vicinity. "So...you just up and volunteered to drive me yourself 800 miles at two in the morning" Dean questioned rhetorically, unsurprised when Pete gave no response or indication he'd even heard the question. He glanced at the inner roof of the car as though it might give him an answer.

"This can't be good."

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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 14:55:57 GMT -5

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Sam finally finished enlarging the hole big enough for the rolled carpet inside to fit through. "Here, give me a hand with this" Sam requested, grabbing one end of the carpet and pulling it free from the wall's depths. Diana placed both flashlights on a ledge, took the end of the carpet Sam was holding and began pulling while Sam took the other end. They were finally able to lay it down on the floor and unroll it. And sure enough, inside was Claire's decomposed remains. "Look at her wrists" Diana breathed, kneeling. There were heavy shackles around what used to be Claire's wrists. "Yeah...they'd be bruised just like yours" Sam agreed. He was still trying to puzzle out why Claire gave them so much help in finding her remains when Diana gave an audible gasp, one hand going to her mouth. Sam moved closer. "What?"

Diana ignored all cop protocol of not touching a murder victim's body and reached forward to lift up the necklace Claire had been wearing. "Does that mean something?" Sam could see nothing unique or standout about it. Diana released the necklace, dusted off her hands and stood. "It's rare. Custom made over on Carson Street." Sam frowned in bewilderment. "How could you possibly"- "I have one too" she explained before the question was finished, fishing out an identical necklace from a chain around her neck that had been tucked beneath her shirt. "Pete gave it to me."

Something had started to click for Sam. "Detective...how much do you know about your partner" he asked gently, not wanting to flat out accuse. But that was all it took for Diana to get to the same page as Sam. She had gone pale again. "Oh my god." "What?" "About six months ago some heroin went missing from lock up. It was obviously a cop but no one was ever charged. And whoever it was would need someone to fence their product." "Someone like a heroin dealer" Sam concluded.

"Someone like Claire."

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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 15:13:39 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 25, 2014 15:13:39 GMT -5

Every so often a radio would come in from dispatch, trying to get in touch with Pete. He ignored them all, just continuing to drive, staring straight ahead with an eerily blank expression. "You gonna answer that" Dean asked, once again rhetorically, when the sixth unanswered call had been ignored. "Guess not." The car was slowing. Dean glanced out the barred back window, observing a lot of trees. The road to Saint Louis...or rather, any road...did not consist of that many trees. On both sides of them. Surrounding them. They were in the woods.

"Pee break" Dean questioned without hope of an answer. "Maybe you should get your prostrate checked." He was basically having a conversation with himself by this point for all the reaction he was receiving. Pete cut the engine. "Son of a bitch" Dean muttered sourly. Pete opened the back door of the van. "I'm cool here man" Dean protested to little avail. Pete simply reached up, grabbed Dean by the arm and tossed him rather effortlessly to the ground. Pete stepped on Dean's foot, grinding it into the ground, keeping him in place, as he pulled a gun, cocked it and pointed it at Dean's face threateningly. "You're a cocky son of a bitch you know that" he sneered with a maniacal grin. "You go around spouting off crap about ghosts and monsters. You think the people in Saint Louis are going to find that funny? Well here's the thing. You aren't going to make it to Saint Louis. You're going to die trying to escape. Right here. Right now."

Dean forgot how to breathe.

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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 15:18:56 GMT -5

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So Claire wasn't killing anyone, Sam came to realize. She was simply a death omen, trying to warn people against her true killer.

Diana hung up her phone with a shake of the head and worried frown. "Pete left the station half an hour ago. WITH your brother." "What??" Sam's eyes widened in panic as they walked briskly back to the waiting Impala. "How did that happen?" Diana slid into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. "He just said that the prisoner needed to be extradited and took him. Dispatch has been trying to reach him but he won't answer the radio." Sam started up the car and peeled out of the parking lot at a speed that almost rivaled Dean's. Only one piece of information that Diana had just spoken had stuck with him. "Radio? He took a county vehicle?"

Diana nodded, gripping the sides of her seat as Sam sped up. "Yeah." "Then it should have a low-jack. All you have to do it get it turned on" Sam pointed out, to which Diana hastily called in the request and within minutes, they had a location. Not an address, but a location. In the woods just off the high way. A perfect body dump area.

Well that wasn't troubling or anything.

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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 15:31:47 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 25, 2014 15:31:47 GMT -5

"Wait, wait, wait...we can talk about this, can't we" Dean rushed to say, holding up his cuffed hands in a gesture of surrender. "There's nothing to talk about." His finger touched the trigger, ready to pull. But another voice interrupted. "I think there's plenty to talk about Pete. Put the gun down." Dean's whole body sagged with relief, the terrified stress and tension lessening to a large degree, as Sam and Diana joined their little woods-party. Diana had her own gun trained on Pete. Pete looked shocked and hurt. "Diana? What are you doing here?" "Why did you kill Claire? And Tony? And Karen?" Her voice shook slightly. Dean had not seen that coming. He glanced subtly to Sam who gave half a nod of confirmation.

"I had to. Don't you see...Claire was going to turn me in!" Pete took his foot off of Dean who scoot back several feet, though he was still in the line of fire. "And Tony...he was the one scrubbing the money but then HE got scared. And I'm sure he told Karen. But I can fix everything." He gestured with his gun at Dean, who still had his hands up. "This Dean kid is a friggen gold mine. We can pin the whole thing on him. No one would question it. Then we can go back to our old lives. Just one more dead scumbag." "Hey" Dean objected, lowering his hands. Pete waved the gun at him warningly and he put his hands back up. "Please Diana." Pete gave her a longing glance. "I love you." Diana began slowly lowering her gun. Dean glanced from her to Pete, who was smiling and nodding gratefully. "Thank you." He aimed his gun at Dean's heart.

BANG.

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The Usual Suspects. // Sam // Nov 25, 2014 15:54:51 GMT -5

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Sam jumped at the gun shot. He'd taken a panicked step towards Dean when he realized it hadn't been Pete who fired the bullet. Because Pete was lying on the ground, bleeding from a bullet hole in his left leg and moaning. Diana stood over him, her whole body shaking. "Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass!" Pete flung his arms around Diana's legs, tackling her to the ground. While they were scuffling, Sam made a bee-line for his brother, holding out one arm to help him into a standing position. "You ok?" Dean nodded, rolling out various stiff body parts, sore from his lack of sleep in the uncomfortable cell, his fall to the ground when Pete shoved him, and then Pete standing on his foot, and of course his still-cuffed wrists were no picnic either.

A second gunshot rang out in the night air. The brothers whipped their heads around in time to see Pete falling to the ground, dead, and Diana lying on the ground, holding the gun.
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An hour later, as the sun began rising, Diana had finished calling all the necessary authorities, explaining how Pete had confessed to the murders of Tony and Karen and then attacked her, causing her to need to use self-defense. "You ok?" Sam could see how shaken she still was by everything and he didn't blame her. "I'll be fine" she assured him. "Now as for you two..." The brothers shared an anxious look. Sam half expected her to uphold her oath as a cop and rearrest them, even though she'd removed Dean's handcuffs already. "Back up will be here soon so hit the road." Beside him, he could hear Dean's relieved sigh. "Are you sure? You could lose your job." It wasn't that he wanted to go to jail or anything, but he was just concerned. Dean, who obviously didn't share those concerns, elbowed him. "Yeah she's sure, Sam. Thank you." The second half of his sentence was directed at Diana.

She smiled and reached out to shake both of their hands. "Hey, I just want you out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night." Sam nodded confidently. "Done. And thank you." Preparing to leave, Dean piped up with, "you wouldn't happen to know where my car is would you?" Diana holstered her gun. "An impound lot on Wilson. Don't even think about it." Sam knew there was no question of not thinking about it but he didn't want her to get worried or concerned so he waved this idea off. "Don't worry. It'll be fine. We'll improvise. We're good at that." Diana gave a wry smile.

"I've noticed."

[THE END.]

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