"Oh God."

Sam murmurs under his breath as he watches his brother through the two way mirror, you standing to his right with a similarly worried expression. Of course, Dean had gotten himself framed again. Your sweet, reckless, gorgeous boy. Always doing the absolute most to get himself into trouble. He had that cute little smirk that you wished you could wipe off his face as he spoke to the detective.

"Talk directly to the camera. Start by stating your name for the record."

The detective says sternly, not amused by Dean at all.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women, like my pretty girl, My Persona."

Dean giggles softly to himself, his bright green eyes flashing to the detective.

"Speaking of which, ya think I could borrow these when you let me out? My baby will probably like them."

"Jesus Christ."

You whine, covering your mouth as Sam snickers next to you. The detective looks less than impressed as Dean continues.

"And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather "what" did. Of course, it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our work in theory, is that we're looking for some kind of Vengeful Spirit."

"Excuse me?"

The detective scoffs.

"You know, Casper - the blood thirsty ghost."

Dean smiles innocently, tapping his fingers on the desk as the detective turns off the camera.

"Fine, don't cooperate. You'll be going without dinner."

The detective growls, relishing in the sight of Dean's slight frown.

"Leaving so soon? Can you tell My Persona I love her?"

The detective scoffs again at Dean's request, just shaking his head as he leaves.

"Real great guy you got there."

He grumbles at you as he walks past, leaving the door open.

"You've got ten minutes until he's transferred to a cell overnight in the station."