The Sound of Silence Ch 12/?
The Sound Of Silence
Characters: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Alec, Ben, Dark Angel Crossover
Spoilers: None
Summary: Five months have past since the Winchesters took down Manticore. As Ben and Alec settle into a normal life they think their past is behind them. You can never run from your past.
This is a sequel to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades which you can read here. Or on AO3
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven
Chapter 12
*~Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel or Supernatural characters. For this fic I changed the DA time line. The pulse has already hit and Ben and Alec are out of Manticore in 2009. The characters of Lexi, Jake and Jackie are from a Supernatural AU Verse 'The Ties That Bind' that I write. Even though the original characters are from an AU Verse, reading the AU Verse is not necessary. This is a sequel to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades. I hope you like it. Reviews would be great.~*
November 25, 2010
Lexi started her campaign to find a house the morning following their conversation outside their old apartment. At first it was a subtle dropping of hints but now Dean can no longer feign ignorance on the subject. Lexi’s now going online checking realty websites looking for what she thinks is the perfect house. She’s even leaving the realty section of the newspaper in strategic places so that Dean can find it. Dean roll his eyes when he comes across them and adds them to the tower of old newspapers in the kitchen.
Dean chalks her behavior up to Lexi being Lexi since she has a tendency to worry and obsess over things. According to Lexi though, they need to start looking now since they know for certain that the Manticore threat is still real. Her wish list is a bit overwhelming to Dean, he can hardly remember ever living in a house, he’s used to moving from dingy motel rooms to shit hole apartments. The idea of putting down roots and living in a huge house with a yard is kind of scary to him. And honestly, it’s a little too Norman Rockwell for Dean's liking. “We don't need a big place, Lex.”
“No? There's going to be me, you, Jake, Stella, Alec, Ben, Sam and Jackie. Or are Sam and Jackie finding their own place?”
Dean huffs knowing he’s just lost any hope of winning this argument. There’s no way he’s about to let his brother live half way across the city with Manticore still gunning for them. “Fine, Lex, you win, go find a house.”
“REALLY?”
“Yeah, I just have some conditions.”
She crosses her arms in front of her chest while eyeing him carefully. She doesn't like this at all; she knows Dean all too well and is sure he’s just going to make this difficult for her to find the perfect house. “Oh really? What kind of conditions are we talking about here Dean?”
“For one, it has to be within the city. I know you and your crazy romantic notions. We are not living in some Tara replica because you think that's what a southern house should be. And two, it can't be crazy expensive. Three, we aren't buying anything, it has to be rented. Who knows if will even be here in a year and we're not gonna be tied down by a house. Got it?”
“Tara? When did you watch Gone with the wind?”
“You made me suffer through that shit and stop changing the subject. Do we have a deal or not?”
“Ya know, I think I liked you better when you were mute.” She teases with a smile.
“Lexi, I ain’t kidding. Either you agree or I’ll find us a place and I’m sure you ain’t gonna like what I pick.”
“FINE. It'll be in the city and it won't be crazy expensive and it'll be a rental. Happy?”
“Yes.”
It doesn't take Lexi long to find a house. Actually, it takes her just two days. When she comes home smiling from ear to ear Dean knows he’s in trouble. Wearily, he asks her why she’s so happy. Lexi responds by telling him she has found the "perfect" house. Dean rolls his eyes knowing there is no such thing as perfect but instead of saying so he asks casually where it’s located.
“Just a few blocks down from our old apartment on Royal Street.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you said within the city. It's in the Marigny about seven blocks down from St. Peter’s.”
“By the park?”
“Hmm mmm like two blocks from the park. Let's go, I got the keys.”
“You what?”
“Stop. You're gonna love it. Trust me.”
Dean stares up at the house in front of him in shock. Lexi is out of her damn mind, they don't need to live in a Victorian Mansion, and the place is enormous. He should've been more specific in his conditions that he gave her. He turns to his ecstatic wife who is obviously very proud of her find and blurts out, “Are you insane?”
“What?” She asks him innocently.
“Are. You. INSANE?” Dean repeats as he gestures towards the house.
“No, I'm not insane.” Lexi snaps. “My parents had me tested.”
“Lex, baby, we can't afford a place like this. Come on, this is like filet mignon and we're ground chuck.”
“Don't say no until you see the place, then you can decide. Hey look it's got an iron fence around the whole property, demons can't get in.”
“Okay, I'll give you that one.”
She opens the gate gesturing for him to follow her as she rambles on and on about why it’s a great house for them. Dean has to admit the house is pretty sweet but they really don't need a formal living room and dining room plus six bedrooms. It’s just too much house for them and if Dean is honest it’s kinda overwhelming too. Dean follows Lexi through the kitchen and out in the court yard. His eyes grow wide when he sees the barbeque pit and the size of the courtyard. He’s only half listening to Lexi while she points out that the court yard has various trees in it like banana, kumquat and palm trees. All he can think about is running to the market and buying a shit load of ribs and firing up the pit. He looks at her his eyebrow raised, “How much did you say this place cost?”
“I didn't say but its five hundred dollars a month plus utilities.”
“Why so cheap?” Dean asks not bothering to hide his skepticism. “Who died here?”
“No one died here Dean. I worked with the guy that owns it, Dr. Bunton. He had to put his mom in a nursing home after the pulse and he doesn't want to sell the house. Plus the furniture comes with it.”
“That's a good deal then.”
“Yeah and there's plenty of room for Sam and Jackie.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said there's plenty of room for Sam and Jackie. I thought you wanted us to stay together.”
“You want them to move in here too?” Dean questions her barely containing his surprise.
“Yeah, if they want to. The house is huge plus Sam will practically be living here anyway.”
“You've done good babe. When can we move in?”
“He gave me the keys and I already paid him the first month's rent so immediately.”
Dean smiles, really smiles, the boys are gonna love it here, they can ride their bikes in the court yard and they could play catch. They could let the boys be normal kids for a little while at least. Hell, maybe Dean would even go and get the kids a dog. But, first thing first, Dean’s gonna fire up that barbeque pit.
The Next Day
Alec is in rare form today. Since the moment Alec woke this morning he has been driving Dean crazy. It all began with Dean asking him if he had packed his stuff yet. That was all the opening Alec needed to begin his barge of questions. He interrogated Dean on the location and lay out on the house demanding to know his father’s plan for the defense they were going to implement. By the time they actually arrived at the house Dean has had enough.
Dean grabs the last box out of the trunk and heads towards the gate with Alec on his heels. He’s still chattering about security and Dean can’t help but snap, “For Christ’s sake Alec stop talking!”
Alec sticks his tongue at Dean pushing past him up the porch steps. He loves getting under his Dad's skin, it’s just too easy. He knows exactly how to push his buttons to make the vein in his forehead to start throbbing and Alec enjoys every minute of it. He calls out to Dean to come inside saying there’s something he has to see. Alec gestures to the kitchen when Dean walks through the front door.
Dean pulls a face but heads to the kitchen anyway. Dean stops dead in his tracks with his mouth hanging open. There’s Lexi on top of the island cleaning off the rack that is holding the pots and pans. “Get DOWN! Or at least use the damned step stool. That's why it's there midget.” Dean snaps walking into the kitchen and pulling her down onto the floor, “Are you trying to get hurt?”
“No, I’m not trying to get hurt.” She replies with a roll of her eyes. “And for your information I can't reach it from the step stool.”
“Then call me, Lex and I'll do it. You shouldn't be climbing up on stuff like that. What were you trying to grab?”
“Nothing I was cleaning. You’re just a mother hen.”
“Of course you'd gonna say that. You're gonna put me in an early grave Lexi.”
Lexi rolls her eyes and huffs. Dean’s so overprotective sometimes it drives her bat shit crazy. She watches him move around the kitchen unpacking, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. He might be over bearing, one might even say he’s suffocating but no one could say he isn't sexy as hell. Lexi pounces pushing Dean back against the counter and smirks up at him. She kisses him slipping her hands under his shirt while biting his lower lip. Dean grabs her hips pulling her closer to him, his hands moving to cup and grope her ass. Before she can protest, he hoists her up onto the tiled counter grinning down at her.
Alec walks into the kitchen and hops up on the island, this is the perfect time to get a little pay back for his Dad's teasing. He watches them making out for a minute before letting his presence be known. “Ya know people are gonna eat in here, Dad.”
They both pull away from each other and shout, “Alec!”
“How do you KNOW I'm Alec? I could just as easily be Ben. We are TWINS ya know.”
“A couple of reasons. One, you're wearing a Batman t shirt. Two, you can never keep your mouth shut. Now go out back in the yard to play before you really piss me off.” Dean states through clenched teeth.
“No the kitchen is PUBLIC domain.”
“Alec…” Dean growls as he steps towards him.
Alec’s eyes go wide as he realizes he might have just pushed his luck too far. He leaps down from the counter and high tails it out of Dean’s reach. He runs into Jackie and Sam then out the front door glancing over his shoulder to make sure his Dad isn’t chasing him.
Jackie can't contain her excitement as she walks into the house on Royal Street. She doesn’t even say anything to Alec when he practically bowls her over. Jackie goes from room to room her eyes wide in awe saying over and over, 'Seriously?' She heads out to the court yard to find Dean. She finds him with a beer in his hand as he checks the progress of his ribs. He looks happy, something Jackie thinks is all too rare for Dean. “Whatcha cooking there?”
“Ribs.”
“OOOH that sounds good. Can you believe this place? Who died?”
“No one died, Jackie. You're so pessimistic.”
Jackie shakes her head laughing and grabs herself a beer, “That's rich coming from you.”
“Where's Sammy?”
“Unpacking. You know how OCD he is, he won't be able to sleep if he has boxes in our room.”
Sam comes outside once dinner is ready, he scrunches up his face in disgust eyeing Dean's plate. Dean already has a pile of bones next to him, his hands and face covered in barbeque sauce. “You're disgusting Dean.”
“Wha? How else am I supposed to eat ribs princess? And don't worry I made you girls some chicken.”
Sam huffs making himself a plate before sitting next to Ben and Jackie. His face once again screws up from disgust. They’re like wild animals sucking the meat off the bones so that they were completely devoid of any remnants of meat. Dean and the twins smirk and begin a huge production of eating and licking their fingers. They continue this for a good ten minutes before Sam finally breakes.
“Will you stop! You're all disgusting have you any couth?”
“Couth?” Dean asks raising his eyebrow, “What's couth?”
“It means having good manners and refinement Dean.” Lexi states simply.
Dean looks over at Sam with a serious expression on his face and a rib in one hand, “I can't speak for the boys, Sammy but I ain't got any of that.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
FBI Headquarters
Washington D.C.
Victor is about to call it a day when Renfro enters his office waving her government credentials in his face. He looks her over taking in every detail from her short blonde hair to her power suit. The name Renfro sounds familiar and then it hits him, she’s Manticore. He gestures to a chair in front of his desk attempting to sound polite. “What can I help you with Ms. Renfro?”
“I need all your files on the Winchesters Agent Henriksen.”
“You need to be a little bit more specific.” Victor says while he leans back in his chair and gestures. “Winchester is a common name.”
“I need all your files on Dean Winchester, his family and known associates.”
“I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
“You are the agent that was assigned to the case of Dean and Sam Winchester, correct?” She questions him with an arched eyebrow.
“That is correct. However, the pulse wiped out all our files as you know and before you ask there aren’t any hard copies. They were destroyed years ago per protocol.”
“I see. What can you tell me then?”
“May I ask why you’re interested in a dead man?”
“Because Dean Winchester faked his death.”
“You have proof of this?”
“Yes, new evidence has come to light Agent Henriksen.”
“What sort of evidence?”
“A marriage certificate. He married someone name Lexi Brennan in July of 2007. Did you perhaps interview this woman?”
“Actually, I did. It was in New York City in 2006. She told me she hadn’t been in contact with Dean Winchester for two years. We watched her for a while and at the time her statement appeared to be truthful. My partner and I found no evidence that she had any knowledge on Mr. Winchester’s whereabouts.”
“Thank you for your time Agent.” Renfro says with a smile as she stands up to leave.
Victor watches her while she walks out the door. He doesn’t like this Renfro woman at all. They’re gonna have to be careful with this one. He already knows she’s gonna be ten times worse than Lydecker.
Victor waits until Renfro is long gone before leaving himself. He gets into his car, drives to the nearest restaurant and goes inside. He sits in a corner booth in the back of the restaurant, then pulls out a burner cell to call Dean. He picks up on the third ring. “Hey Clyde, we got a serious problem.”
Characters: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Alec, Ben, Dark Angel Crossover
Spoilers: None
Summary: Five months have past since the Winchesters took down Manticore. As Ben and Alec settle into a normal life they think their past is behind them. You can never run from your past.
This is a sequel to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades which you can read here. Or on AO3
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven
Chapter 12
*~Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel or Supernatural characters. For this fic I changed the DA time line. The pulse has already hit and Ben and Alec are out of Manticore in 2009. The characters of Lexi, Jake and Jackie are from a Supernatural AU Verse 'The Ties That Bind' that I write. Even though the original characters are from an AU Verse, reading the AU Verse is not necessary. This is a sequel to Horseshoes and Hand Grenades. I hope you like it. Reviews would be great.~*
November 25, 2010
Lexi started her campaign to find a house the morning following their conversation outside their old apartment. At first it was a subtle dropping of hints but now Dean can no longer feign ignorance on the subject. Lexi’s now going online checking realty websites looking for what she thinks is the perfect house. She’s even leaving the realty section of the newspaper in strategic places so that Dean can find it. Dean roll his eyes when he comes across them and adds them to the tower of old newspapers in the kitchen.
Dean chalks her behavior up to Lexi being Lexi since she has a tendency to worry and obsess over things. According to Lexi though, they need to start looking now since they know for certain that the Manticore threat is still real. Her wish list is a bit overwhelming to Dean, he can hardly remember ever living in a house, he’s used to moving from dingy motel rooms to shit hole apartments. The idea of putting down roots and living in a huge house with a yard is kind of scary to him. And honestly, it’s a little too Norman Rockwell for Dean's liking. “We don't need a big place, Lex.”
“No? There's going to be me, you, Jake, Stella, Alec, Ben, Sam and Jackie. Or are Sam and Jackie finding their own place?”
Dean huffs knowing he’s just lost any hope of winning this argument. There’s no way he’s about to let his brother live half way across the city with Manticore still gunning for them. “Fine, Lex, you win, go find a house.”
“REALLY?”
“Yeah, I just have some conditions.”
She crosses her arms in front of her chest while eyeing him carefully. She doesn't like this at all; she knows Dean all too well and is sure he’s just going to make this difficult for her to find the perfect house. “Oh really? What kind of conditions are we talking about here Dean?”
“For one, it has to be within the city. I know you and your crazy romantic notions. We are not living in some Tara replica because you think that's what a southern house should be. And two, it can't be crazy expensive. Three, we aren't buying anything, it has to be rented. Who knows if will even be here in a year and we're not gonna be tied down by a house. Got it?”
“Tara? When did you watch Gone with the wind?”
“You made me suffer through that shit and stop changing the subject. Do we have a deal or not?”
“Ya know, I think I liked you better when you were mute.” She teases with a smile.
“Lexi, I ain’t kidding. Either you agree or I’ll find us a place and I’m sure you ain’t gonna like what I pick.”
“FINE. It'll be in the city and it won't be crazy expensive and it'll be a rental. Happy?”
“Yes.”
It doesn't take Lexi long to find a house. Actually, it takes her just two days. When she comes home smiling from ear to ear Dean knows he’s in trouble. Wearily, he asks her why she’s so happy. Lexi responds by telling him she has found the "perfect" house. Dean rolls his eyes knowing there is no such thing as perfect but instead of saying so he asks casually where it’s located.
“Just a few blocks down from our old apartment on Royal Street.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you said within the city. It's in the Marigny about seven blocks down from St. Peter’s.”
“By the park?”
“Hmm mmm like two blocks from the park. Let's go, I got the keys.”
“You what?”
“Stop. You're gonna love it. Trust me.”
Dean stares up at the house in front of him in shock. Lexi is out of her damn mind, they don't need to live in a Victorian Mansion, and the place is enormous. He should've been more specific in his conditions that he gave her. He turns to his ecstatic wife who is obviously very proud of her find and blurts out, “Are you insane?”
“What?” She asks him innocently.
“Are. You. INSANE?” Dean repeats as he gestures towards the house.
“No, I'm not insane.” Lexi snaps. “My parents had me tested.”
“Lex, baby, we can't afford a place like this. Come on, this is like filet mignon and we're ground chuck.”
“Don't say no until you see the place, then you can decide. Hey look it's got an iron fence around the whole property, demons can't get in.”
“Okay, I'll give you that one.”
She opens the gate gesturing for him to follow her as she rambles on and on about why it’s a great house for them. Dean has to admit the house is pretty sweet but they really don't need a formal living room and dining room plus six bedrooms. It’s just too much house for them and if Dean is honest it’s kinda overwhelming too. Dean follows Lexi through the kitchen and out in the court yard. His eyes grow wide when he sees the barbeque pit and the size of the courtyard. He’s only half listening to Lexi while she points out that the court yard has various trees in it like banana, kumquat and palm trees. All he can think about is running to the market and buying a shit load of ribs and firing up the pit. He looks at her his eyebrow raised, “How much did you say this place cost?”
“I didn't say but its five hundred dollars a month plus utilities.”
“Why so cheap?” Dean asks not bothering to hide his skepticism. “Who died here?”
“No one died here Dean. I worked with the guy that owns it, Dr. Bunton. He had to put his mom in a nursing home after the pulse and he doesn't want to sell the house. Plus the furniture comes with it.”
“That's a good deal then.”
“Yeah and there's plenty of room for Sam and Jackie.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said there's plenty of room for Sam and Jackie. I thought you wanted us to stay together.”
“You want them to move in here too?” Dean questions her barely containing his surprise.
“Yeah, if they want to. The house is huge plus Sam will practically be living here anyway.”
“You've done good babe. When can we move in?”
“He gave me the keys and I already paid him the first month's rent so immediately.”
Dean smiles, really smiles, the boys are gonna love it here, they can ride their bikes in the court yard and they could play catch. They could let the boys be normal kids for a little while at least. Hell, maybe Dean would even go and get the kids a dog. But, first thing first, Dean’s gonna fire up that barbeque pit.
The Next Day
Alec is in rare form today. Since the moment Alec woke this morning he has been driving Dean crazy. It all began with Dean asking him if he had packed his stuff yet. That was all the opening Alec needed to begin his barge of questions. He interrogated Dean on the location and lay out on the house demanding to know his father’s plan for the defense they were going to implement. By the time they actually arrived at the house Dean has had enough.
Dean grabs the last box out of the trunk and heads towards the gate with Alec on his heels. He’s still chattering about security and Dean can’t help but snap, “For Christ’s sake Alec stop talking!”
Alec sticks his tongue at Dean pushing past him up the porch steps. He loves getting under his Dad's skin, it’s just too easy. He knows exactly how to push his buttons to make the vein in his forehead to start throbbing and Alec enjoys every minute of it. He calls out to Dean to come inside saying there’s something he has to see. Alec gestures to the kitchen when Dean walks through the front door.
Dean pulls a face but heads to the kitchen anyway. Dean stops dead in his tracks with his mouth hanging open. There’s Lexi on top of the island cleaning off the rack that is holding the pots and pans. “Get DOWN! Or at least use the damned step stool. That's why it's there midget.” Dean snaps walking into the kitchen and pulling her down onto the floor, “Are you trying to get hurt?”
“No, I’m not trying to get hurt.” She replies with a roll of her eyes. “And for your information I can't reach it from the step stool.”
“Then call me, Lex and I'll do it. You shouldn't be climbing up on stuff like that. What were you trying to grab?”
“Nothing I was cleaning. You’re just a mother hen.”
“Of course you'd gonna say that. You're gonna put me in an early grave Lexi.”
Lexi rolls her eyes and huffs. Dean’s so overprotective sometimes it drives her bat shit crazy. She watches him move around the kitchen unpacking, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. He might be over bearing, one might even say he’s suffocating but no one could say he isn't sexy as hell. Lexi pounces pushing Dean back against the counter and smirks up at him. She kisses him slipping her hands under his shirt while biting his lower lip. Dean grabs her hips pulling her closer to him, his hands moving to cup and grope her ass. Before she can protest, he hoists her up onto the tiled counter grinning down at her.
Alec walks into the kitchen and hops up on the island, this is the perfect time to get a little pay back for his Dad's teasing. He watches them making out for a minute before letting his presence be known. “Ya know people are gonna eat in here, Dad.”
They both pull away from each other and shout, “Alec!”
“How do you KNOW I'm Alec? I could just as easily be Ben. We are TWINS ya know.”
“A couple of reasons. One, you're wearing a Batman t shirt. Two, you can never keep your mouth shut. Now go out back in the yard to play before you really piss me off.” Dean states through clenched teeth.
“No the kitchen is PUBLIC domain.”
“Alec…” Dean growls as he steps towards him.
Alec’s eyes go wide as he realizes he might have just pushed his luck too far. He leaps down from the counter and high tails it out of Dean’s reach. He runs into Jackie and Sam then out the front door glancing over his shoulder to make sure his Dad isn’t chasing him.
Jackie can't contain her excitement as she walks into the house on Royal Street. She doesn’t even say anything to Alec when he practically bowls her over. Jackie goes from room to room her eyes wide in awe saying over and over, 'Seriously?' She heads out to the court yard to find Dean. She finds him with a beer in his hand as he checks the progress of his ribs. He looks happy, something Jackie thinks is all too rare for Dean. “Whatcha cooking there?”
“Ribs.”
“OOOH that sounds good. Can you believe this place? Who died?”
“No one died, Jackie. You're so pessimistic.”
Jackie shakes her head laughing and grabs herself a beer, “That's rich coming from you.”
“Where's Sammy?”
“Unpacking. You know how OCD he is, he won't be able to sleep if he has boxes in our room.”
Sam comes outside once dinner is ready, he scrunches up his face in disgust eyeing Dean's plate. Dean already has a pile of bones next to him, his hands and face covered in barbeque sauce. “You're disgusting Dean.”
“Wha? How else am I supposed to eat ribs princess? And don't worry I made you girls some chicken.”
Sam huffs making himself a plate before sitting next to Ben and Jackie. His face once again screws up from disgust. They’re like wild animals sucking the meat off the bones so that they were completely devoid of any remnants of meat. Dean and the twins smirk and begin a huge production of eating and licking their fingers. They continue this for a good ten minutes before Sam finally breakes.
“Will you stop! You're all disgusting have you any couth?”
“Couth?” Dean asks raising his eyebrow, “What's couth?”
“It means having good manners and refinement Dean.” Lexi states simply.
Dean looks over at Sam with a serious expression on his face and a rib in one hand, “I can't speak for the boys, Sammy but I ain't got any of that.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
FBI Headquarters
Washington D.C.
Victor is about to call it a day when Renfro enters his office waving her government credentials in his face. He looks her over taking in every detail from her short blonde hair to her power suit. The name Renfro sounds familiar and then it hits him, she’s Manticore. He gestures to a chair in front of his desk attempting to sound polite. “What can I help you with Ms. Renfro?”
“I need all your files on the Winchesters Agent Henriksen.”
“You need to be a little bit more specific.” Victor says while he leans back in his chair and gestures. “Winchester is a common name.”
“I need all your files on Dean Winchester, his family and known associates.”
“I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
“You are the agent that was assigned to the case of Dean and Sam Winchester, correct?” She questions him with an arched eyebrow.
“That is correct. However, the pulse wiped out all our files as you know and before you ask there aren’t any hard copies. They were destroyed years ago per protocol.”
“I see. What can you tell me then?”
“May I ask why you’re interested in a dead man?”
“Because Dean Winchester faked his death.”
“You have proof of this?”
“Yes, new evidence has come to light Agent Henriksen.”
“What sort of evidence?”
“A marriage certificate. He married someone name Lexi Brennan in July of 2007. Did you perhaps interview this woman?”
“Actually, I did. It was in New York City in 2006. She told me she hadn’t been in contact with Dean Winchester for two years. We watched her for a while and at the time her statement appeared to be truthful. My partner and I found no evidence that she had any knowledge on Mr. Winchester’s whereabouts.”
“Thank you for your time Agent.” Renfro says with a smile as she stands up to leave.
Victor watches her while she walks out the door. He doesn’t like this Renfro woman at all. They’re gonna have to be careful with this one. He already knows she’s gonna be ten times worse than Lydecker.
Victor waits until Renfro is long gone before leaving himself. He gets into his car, drives to the nearest restaurant and goes inside. He sits in a corner booth in the back of the restaurant, then pulls out a burner cell to call Dean. He picks up on the third ring. “Hey Clyde, we got a serious problem.”