Prompt 4.6.2 - Scribble Out The Truth
Five times you lied and one time you told the truth
The Lies Begin
1. Composing herself as much as she could after slugging Dean, she knelt by her friend's limp body and checked one last time for a pulse. Nothing. She took a deep breath and pulled out her cell phone.
"This is Detective Anna Morasca, Manhattan Homicide. Shield number 8571. I need a bus at 63 Mill Street in Yonkers. I've got an... an... officer down. Get Mac Taylor's team out here to process the scene, please. Bring the Medical Examiner. Thank you."
Dean groaned as Sam pulled him to his feet and he wondered if he really deserved that. Probably not, but it didn't stop him from whining. "Why the hell am I always the one getting decked?"
Turning to the Winchesters, tears still running down her cheeks, eyes empty, she spoke up. "You arrived at the scene with me to help drag Beretti out of the house to celebrate. We found her in the basement seizing and I tried to help her. After she was dead you pulled me away from her body and I punched you out of anger. Got it?"
"Got it." Dean nodded, giving her as much space as he could while Sam just nodded silently.
2. "Anna?" Don frowned as he came down the stairs to find Anna who had been crying into Dean's shoulder and the Winchester brothers in her company. Beretti's dead body was on the floor, some boxes were knocked over, and Dean's jaw was beginning to bruise. Setting his jaw, he refrained from accusing Dean of murder.
"D-Don? I- I thought they would've sent Jess..."
He shook his head. "She's out on a case with Messer in Queens." Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Anna, I need a statement..."
"I know." She nodded, detaching herself with a single breath and shifting into her "cop" mode. She had to lie, and she couldn't do it when she was being Anna. Detective Morasca could lie without batting an eye. Anna couldn't. Not to him. "I met the Winchester boys here after hearing about Ang-- Detective Beretti's promotion to sergeant. They were gonna help me drag her out of the house to celebrate because she is-- was-- stubborn like that." Her voice began to break, but she held herself together. "Umm... I had them wait at the door before going downstairs. She was having a seizure, it looked like, so I was trying to steady her head. Once she stopped she wasn't-- wasn't breathing. I screamed for the boys to come help me and I did CPR but she wouldn't breathe. And-- after about five minutes I had to call time of death. I called for a bus after the shock wore off. I- I should've called 911..." She began to cry again, her whole body trembling from the lies, the fear, and the heartwrenching pain.
Nodding, Don reached out to place a hand on her shoulder. "If you need anything..." He offered quietly, arm wrapping around her as she leaned into him and hugged him tightly, crying into his chest. He rubbed her back comfortingly while shooting a menacing glare at the Winchester brothers.
3. "We recovered fibers from the stack of boxes that were knocked over in Beretti's basement that match Dean Winchester's clothes, Anna. Why were those knocked over if she had a seizure ten feet from the boxes?"
Because a demon knocked him off his ass when I got there. "Because I punched him and knocked him on his ass when he tried to pull me away from the body." Okay, so she wasn't completely lying. She punched him, he'd been knocked into the boxes. Granted, not by her, but it was close enough. And Anna was good at lying on the job. Don seemed to be buying it, so it was getting easier to lie to him. Even if she hated doing it.
He nodded and closed his notepad. "Okay. That's it. I'll call you if we need anythin' else." Don rose from his seat to escort her out
4. "What're you doing?"
"Packing up my things so someone else can have the desk." She said as if it were obvious while Don got up from his seat, frowning in confusion.
"Anna, what's going on?"
"I'm resigning, Don. I turned my gun and badge over to the Captain." Her eyes - dark, empty, lacking the light they once held - met his as she looked up and didn't offer so much as an attempted smile.
"Why?" He stared at her in utter shock as she finished packing up her things.
"Because I can't do this job anymore. I need to get out of here, because being here hurts too much."
Don frowned in concern. "Anna, if there's anything I can do..."
"You've done enough." She whispered, the words coming out a little more sharply than she'd intended as she turned her back on him and left for good.
5. "That's the last of it." Anna stood up and stretched out her back as she dusted off her hands. Her entire life amounted to nothing more than a pile of boxes on the empty living room floor of her apartment. Everything that could be sold or given away was taken care of, her pension was drawn out, and the cats were safely resting at her mother's apartment in Queens.
"Why're you leavin' us?" Eva asked her sister, eyes tearing up as she pleaded - for the twentieth time - for Anna to stay.
She sighed heavily and shook her head as she picked up two boxes to carry out to her car -- which was now her sister's. "I just... need a change of scenery. To not be stuck in one place all the time." To kill as many demon bastards as I can because it hurts too much to accept that Ang is gone. Because some demon killed my partner and after everything that's happened, I can't do this job anymore. I can't stand not being able to do a damn thing anymore.
"When're you coming back? What're you gonna do if you're not a cop anymore, Anna? This- your job was everythin'. How can you throw it all out like it's nothin'?"
Heading out the door with boxes in hand, she replied, "By walking away."
And End With The Truth
1. Everything she needed on her hunting "trip" was packed away into two duffle bags and a small lock box - one for clothes, one for weapons and the like, and the lock box for jewelry, IDs, and a fake copy of her NYPD badge. After everything was packed inside the back of the Impala, she closed the trunk and took one last look at her apartment building. "That's everything."
Dean glanced at her, concerned, and leaned against the car next to her while Sam sat patiently in the front seat to give them a moment. They had history - Anna and his brother - beyond the first meeting and the graveyard. He was pretty sure he knew what kind of things were between them, and he wanted to block that particular part of it out. It was going to be awkward enough having Anna traveling with them, learning everything they grew up learning from their father. Thinking about his brother and Anna bumping uglies was not pleasant.
Though Sam was almost pleasantly amused at the way the two acted around each other. Most of the time Dean was being his usual self and Anna would hit him upside the head or snark him into place. But there were times when she would soften, and her touches would be more tender and mothering in nature. Those were the times when Dean would stop being an asshole and act more like a decent guy. Sam smiled at the thought a little, while taking a moment to peek in the rear-view mirror to see what they were doing.
"Are you sure you wanna do this, Anna?"
With a tired nod she leaned into Dean and laid her head on his shoulder, looking defeated. "Yes."
"It's not gonna bring her back." He sighed and slipped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently.
"I know, Dean. I just... can't do this anymore." She turned a little, burying her face in Dean's neck as she mumbled. "Danny, Murphy, Mac, Rachel, me... we all could've died. Probably would've if we hadn't been saved. Ang was supposed to have been saved too. I was supposed to save her, damnit!" With that, Anna began to cry and grasped at Dean's shirt while her hand rested on his chest.
"Hey, hey, shh. It's not your fault. That demon was a bitch." Dean offered, a little awkwardly as he wrapped his arms around her and held her while she cried.
Anna sobbed into his neck and shook in his arms as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Why didn't she pick me? It should've been me. It should've been me..." Anna kept repeating that line helplessly until she stopped crying and just clung to Dean like a helpless little girl.
As the sun began to set he rubbed her back. "It's getting dark. Are you really sure you want to do this, Anna?"
Lifting her head, she wiped at her eyes and nodded, her emerald eyes locking onto Dean's green hues. "Let's go."
[OOC: Dean = hasperkynipples, Sam = likely_evil, Don = det_don_flack, and Eva = sorella_italia. All used with mun permission.]
The Lies Begin
1. Composing herself as much as she could after slugging Dean, she knelt by her friend's limp body and checked one last time for a pulse. Nothing. She took a deep breath and pulled out her cell phone.
"This is Detective Anna Morasca, Manhattan Homicide. Shield number 8571. I need a bus at 63 Mill Street in Yonkers. I've got an... an... officer down. Get Mac Taylor's team out here to process the scene, please. Bring the Medical Examiner. Thank you."
Dean groaned as Sam pulled him to his feet and he wondered if he really deserved that. Probably not, but it didn't stop him from whining. "Why the hell am I always the one getting decked?"
Turning to the Winchesters, tears still running down her cheeks, eyes empty, she spoke up. "You arrived at the scene with me to help drag Beretti out of the house to celebrate. We found her in the basement seizing and I tried to help her. After she was dead you pulled me away from her body and I punched you out of anger. Got it?"
"Got it." Dean nodded, giving her as much space as he could while Sam just nodded silently.
2. "Anna?" Don frowned as he came down the stairs to find Anna who had been crying into Dean's shoulder and the Winchester brothers in her company. Beretti's dead body was on the floor, some boxes were knocked over, and Dean's jaw was beginning to bruise. Setting his jaw, he refrained from accusing Dean of murder.
"D-Don? I- I thought they would've sent Jess..."
He shook his head. "She's out on a case with Messer in Queens." Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Anna, I need a statement..."
"I know." She nodded, detaching herself with a single breath and shifting into her "cop" mode. She had to lie, and she couldn't do it when she was being Anna. Detective Morasca could lie without batting an eye. Anna couldn't. Not to him. "I met the Winchester boys here after hearing about Ang-- Detective Beretti's promotion to sergeant. They were gonna help me drag her out of the house to celebrate because she is-- was-- stubborn like that." Her voice began to break, but she held herself together. "Umm... I had them wait at the door before going downstairs. She was having a seizure, it looked like, so I was trying to steady her head. Once she stopped she wasn't-- wasn't breathing. I screamed for the boys to come help me and I did CPR but she wouldn't breathe. And-- after about five minutes I had to call time of death. I called for a bus after the shock wore off. I- I should've called 911..." She began to cry again, her whole body trembling from the lies, the fear, and the heartwrenching pain.
Nodding, Don reached out to place a hand on her shoulder. "If you need anything..." He offered quietly, arm wrapping around her as she leaned into him and hugged him tightly, crying into his chest. He rubbed her back comfortingly while shooting a menacing glare at the Winchester brothers.
3. "We recovered fibers from the stack of boxes that were knocked over in Beretti's basement that match Dean Winchester's clothes, Anna. Why were those knocked over if she had a seizure ten feet from the boxes?"
Because a demon knocked him off his ass when I got there. "Because I punched him and knocked him on his ass when he tried to pull me away from the body." Okay, so she wasn't completely lying. She punched him, he'd been knocked into the boxes. Granted, not by her, but it was close enough. And Anna was good at lying on the job. Don seemed to be buying it, so it was getting easier to lie to him. Even if she hated doing it.
He nodded and closed his notepad. "Okay. That's it. I'll call you if we need anythin' else." Don rose from his seat to escort her out
4. "What're you doing?"
"Packing up my things so someone else can have the desk." She said as if it were obvious while Don got up from his seat, frowning in confusion.
"Anna, what's going on?"
"I'm resigning, Don. I turned my gun and badge over to the Captain." Her eyes - dark, empty, lacking the light they once held - met his as she looked up and didn't offer so much as an attempted smile.
"Why?" He stared at her in utter shock as she finished packing up her things.
"Because I can't do this job anymore. I need to get out of here, because being here hurts too much."
Don frowned in concern. "Anna, if there's anything I can do..."
"You've done enough." She whispered, the words coming out a little more sharply than she'd intended as she turned her back on him and left for good.
5. "That's the last of it." Anna stood up and stretched out her back as she dusted off her hands. Her entire life amounted to nothing more than a pile of boxes on the empty living room floor of her apartment. Everything that could be sold or given away was taken care of, her pension was drawn out, and the cats were safely resting at her mother's apartment in Queens.
"Why're you leavin' us?" Eva asked her sister, eyes tearing up as she pleaded - for the twentieth time - for Anna to stay.
She sighed heavily and shook her head as she picked up two boxes to carry out to her car -- which was now her sister's. "I just... need a change of scenery. To not be stuck in one place all the time." To kill as many demon bastards as I can because it hurts too much to accept that Ang is gone. Because some demon killed my partner and after everything that's happened, I can't do this job anymore. I can't stand not being able to do a damn thing anymore.
"When're you coming back? What're you gonna do if you're not a cop anymore, Anna? This- your job was everythin'. How can you throw it all out like it's nothin'?"
Heading out the door with boxes in hand, she replied, "By walking away."
And End With The Truth
1. Everything she needed on her hunting "trip" was packed away into two duffle bags and a small lock box - one for clothes, one for weapons and the like, and the lock box for jewelry, IDs, and a fake copy of her NYPD badge. After everything was packed inside the back of the Impala, she closed the trunk and took one last look at her apartment building. "That's everything."
Dean glanced at her, concerned, and leaned against the car next to her while Sam sat patiently in the front seat to give them a moment. They had history - Anna and his brother - beyond the first meeting and the graveyard. He was pretty sure he knew what kind of things were between them, and he wanted to block that particular part of it out. It was going to be awkward enough having Anna traveling with them, learning everything they grew up learning from their father. Thinking about his brother and Anna bumping uglies was not pleasant.
Though Sam was almost pleasantly amused at the way the two acted around each other. Most of the time Dean was being his usual self and Anna would hit him upside the head or snark him into place. But there were times when she would soften, and her touches would be more tender and mothering in nature. Those were the times when Dean would stop being an asshole and act more like a decent guy. Sam smiled at the thought a little, while taking a moment to peek in the rear-view mirror to see what they were doing.
"Are you sure you wanna do this, Anna?"
With a tired nod she leaned into Dean and laid her head on his shoulder, looking defeated. "Yes."
"It's not gonna bring her back." He sighed and slipped an arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently.
"I know, Dean. I just... can't do this anymore." She turned a little, burying her face in Dean's neck as she mumbled. "Danny, Murphy, Mac, Rachel, me... we all could've died. Probably would've if we hadn't been saved. Ang was supposed to have been saved too. I was supposed to save her, damnit!" With that, Anna began to cry and grasped at Dean's shirt while her hand rested on his chest.
"Hey, hey, shh. It's not your fault. That demon was a bitch." Dean offered, a little awkwardly as he wrapped his arms around her and held her while she cried.
Anna sobbed into his neck and shook in his arms as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Why didn't she pick me? It should've been me. It should've been me..." Anna kept repeating that line helplessly until she stopped crying and just clung to Dean like a helpless little girl.
As the sun began to set he rubbed her back. "It's getting dark. Are you really sure you want to do this, Anna?"
Lifting her head, she wiped at her eyes and nodded, her emerald eyes locking onto Dean's green hues. "Let's go."
[OOC: Dean = hasperkynipples, Sam = likely_evil, Don = det_don_flack, and Eva = sorella_italia. All used with mun permission.]