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It was a relatively ordinary day, the wind blowing, the birds chirping, the heat of Southern California warming the pavement, the occasional homicide. Well, normal for one Gabriel and Castiel Novak, that’s for sure, but then again, that tends to come with the whole “detective” thing.
“The blood splattered around the head suggests blunt force trauma of some sort,” Castiel muttered, pointing to the various gashes deforming the skull. “The hasty attempt at hiding the body seems to lead to the assailant leaving in a hurry.”
He looks up to find his partner sucking on a lollipop. With a quick sigh, Castiel coughs to grab his brother’s attention. Looking up, Gabriel removes the candy from his mouth. “Yeah, yeah Cassie, I’ll go check for any DNA, lil bro.” With that, he stuck candy back in his mouth and searched the room for more evidence.
With Gabriel absent, Castiel tilted his head towards the mutilated body once more, the 7th that week. There was something odd. Something Castiel couldn’t figure out. The gashes seemed obvious enough, all signs pointing towards a murder, but there was something off. Shaking his head, Castiel focused on the evidence at hand, lifting prints and plucking hair to place in resealable evidence bags.
After the customary analysis, Castiel went to examine the body once more, but was interrupted by Gabriel. “C’mon, we gotta get back to the department.” And so, the young, yet quite old, siblings headed back to their place of work, evidence bags piled high in their hands.
The ride back to the LAPD was a quite short one, though the minutes dragged on. Castiel couldn’t seem to forget the body lying on the floor with pools of blood staining the floor around it. Something about the case had felt unnatural in a way it hadn’t for years. Before he could reason a conclusion, a hand shook him to reality. “Helloooo, Cassie, you in there? We gots to get going.”
Shakily, he got out of the car as Gabe swung an arm around his shoulders, a concerned look on his face. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine, Gabriel. I do not see why I should be concerning you.” He tilted his head in confusion, squinting his too-blue-to-be-normal eyes. Gabe doesn’t say anything, continuing to walk towards the PD.
Windows and doors made of glass lined the building, the sharp edges giving it a modern look. The doors opened with a flourish, greeting the two siblings with crowds bustling about. Across the room, two men in black suits caught sight of the arriving members. Approaching the two, they flashed their badges adorned with FBI written in big, blue letters.
The “shorter” one spoke first. (Castiel put shorter in air quotes since they were boTh GIANTS at above 6 feet each) “Special Agent Anderson,” he introduces. “And this is my partner, Special Agent Johnson.” The person in question was taller than, well, anyone Castiel knew, with brown hair reaching just above his shoulders and an eye color that Castiel could not pinpoint, like a mix between brown, green, and amber. The other agent-Anderson-focused his unfairly emerald green eyes on Castiel and Gabriel.
The tall one continued speaking. “We were wondering if we could accompany you guys in the investigation.” His eyebrows furrowed and lips shaped in a light pout.
Castiel, for one, did not like the fact that the FBI had decided to stick their necks in one of his cases when there were many others they could have helped with. “This is a local murder. There seems to be nothing worth noting the government, so I don’t understand why you might partake in this investigation.”
Agent Anderson let out a quick sigh. “Look, Detective,” he squinted at the badge, “Novak, we’re just here to do our jobs, so I’d suggest you let us.”
“And I suggest that you let me do mine.”
Gabriel leaned against the banister, half heartedly stating, “Now, Now, Cassie, play nice.”
Before Anderson could say anything else, Agent Johnson interrupted. “If you would like to speak to our supervisor, we could give you his cell.”
“No need, Sheriff Mills already cleared them.”
Castiel turned to face Gabriel. He shrugged. “What? You and I both know that they wouldn’t be allowed here unless they were cleared.”
With a sigh, Castiel spoke. “Fine.”
And so that’s how Castiel and Gabriel ended up giving the agents a run down of the murder of Amanda Hampton.
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When Dean got a call from Bobby, he had assumed the case would be relatively straightforward, the usual monster terrorizing the residents. What he hadn’t expected was to get stuck with 2 suspicious detectives. One, a lollipop sucking chaos bringer, and the other, a guy with a vendetta against the FBI. Great. Just the Winchester luck. He left to pack their few belongings as the door to the crappy motel room creaked, revealing Sam Winchester, holding a bag of food and two beers.
“Morning, Sammy. We got ourselves a case.”
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“Flickering lights, traces of sulfur, this sounds like a demon case.”
Dean gave a quick nod. The two were sat at a wooden desk in the back corner of the motel, poring over the stacks of newspapers piled high.
“And Bobby’s sure these detectives are behind this?”
“Affirmative, chick from the LAPD gave him a call about the supernatural activity surrounding the two fellas,” he took a sip of beer. “So let’s gank these sons of bitches and get the hell outta dodge.”
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The drive to LA wasn’t bad, the silence filled by classic rock and Sam’s constant insistence on checking the case out thoroughly instead of jumping the shark. Sam won eventually, of course, nobody could resist those puppy eyes, though Dean said it was because of his incessant chattering.
The clearing was a lot easier due to the fact that Sheriff Mills had been the one to call Bobby. Apparently they had history.
About half an hour later, two detectives walked into the building, evidence bags on hand. Dean motioned at Sam to walk over with him as they flashed their fake badges. The two men were of relatively average height, the shorter one with mousy brown hair a little shorter than Sam’s and eyes the color of sunshine and whiskey. The taller one, holy shit he was handsome, had the dark hair and blue eyes thing going, although the blue wasn’t a normal blue. It leaned towards the petals of a water hyacinth.
During the customary introductions, his-Novak’s- eyes narrowed at them. Great. Then the little shit decides that he doesn’t want to cooperate. Sure they weren’t really FBI, but he didn’t know that! The behavior was oddly suspicious, and Dean was now regretting agreeing to Sam’s terms.
Finally, the other detective, Gabriel, made him chill and agree to the case. This was gonna be one hell of a ride.