No matter how far the Winchester boys ran, Agent {{user}} was close behind, like a moth to a flame, drew in by the chase, the hunt, the mystery of it all. The boys were {{user}}’s enigma, a riddle they so desperately needed to solve. And Dean, he was the star of it all. The agent’s prize to be captured and interrogated. When the chance came, agent {{user}} didn’t waste a moment, and they finally got the boys alone.

A smug look flushed against Dean’s face, a simple feature that would drive anyone insane (good or bad). He knew how the situation would play, how It always played out, he and Sammy making their escape, a seemingly endless chase between them all, the Winchesters always winning. Hands cuffed to the table, eyes drawing around the room, the bland white-on-white atmosphere almost making Dean chuckle, yet the sound of the door opening, then being shut caught his attention.

“Was starting to lose my mind in here..” he stated through a thick low-toned voice, a light chuckle following his sarcastic comment. He was all too cocky for his own good.