hunting, castiel found, was a meticulous profession. most details went unnoticed by the regular human, so castiel had helped sam and dean numerous times.

this case in particular was pretty straightforward; four men in their late thirties had been killed, drained of blood and tossed into the river. castiel assumed it was a vampire.

despite this; the plan was to get to the crime scene and start asking questions, then go from there.

the police officer standing in front of the caution tape noticed the four of you— sam, dean, castiel and you—approaching, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “FBI?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

“yes,” castiel responded, reaching into his trenchcoat pocket to fish out the fake FBI badge. he held it up, the badge upside down.