"We got the Colt now!"
Dean spoke in a warning tone. "Sam..."
"We can summon the Crossroads Demon..."
They shouted over each other's words, getting louder each time. Juliette let out a frustrated sigh.
"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 that'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, Juliette and Deanna die!"
"And if we don't screw with it, you die!"
"Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation."
"Why, because you said so?"
"YES, BECAUSE I SAID SO!"
"Well you're not Dad!"
Sam and Dean silently stared at each other. Juliette frowned as she looked between them. Deanna stirred in her sleep, but didn't wake.
Dean said fiercely, "No, but I am the oldest." He raised his voice. "And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me?"
Sam and Dean stared at each other angrily. Sam turned away and looked out the window. He looked angry but wasn't saying anything.
Juliette pursed her lips. "Are you two done?"
Dean glanced back. "Yeah. We're done. You okay?"
"I'm fine. You're lucky Deanna didn't wake up."
Dean offered her a small smile before saying in a calmer tone, "Tell me about the psychotic killer. C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer."
Sam grabbed a paper from his lap and read monotonously. "Psychotic killer... rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity."
"Okay, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?"
"No. But the lunar cycle's right. Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month."
"Two days, no sweat."
EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
The Impala drove along highway.
INT. KYLE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Dean held up a fake badge with his photo. Dean and Sam closed their badges and returned them to their suit and jacket pockets. Kyle laid in a hospital bed with bandages and scrapes. Juliette and Deanna remained by the Impala.
"I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page, we're with the County Sheriff's Department," Dean said.
"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you," Kyle replied.
"You have?"
"All morning. You are the sketch artists, right?"
Sam turned towards Dean. "...uh."
"Absolutely," Dean answered.
Sam said quietly, "Yeah."
"Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen..." He laughed.
Sam glared at Dean.
Dean continued. "But listen before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?"
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One of the Good Ones
Mystery / ThrillerWhen Juliette was a child, she should have died in a horrific accident. By some miracle, she survived. She found a passion in research and befriended various people in the hunting community. There, she met a green-eyed man who would change her lif...
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