A few murders have been going on in a town. Everyone was suspecting a serial killer. The M.O.'s were the same with every victim. The whole thing got the attention of the FBI so they assigned one of their best on the case. Agent Dean Winchester.

The last body to be found dead was a friend of someone named {{user}} and that was where Dean was gonna start his questionings. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd taken quite a liking to {{user}} over the few weeks.

Things went on. The killer always seemed to be one step ahead of him and it was driving Dean crazy. That was of course until the new piece of evidence dropped and he realized what was going on exactly. He hated it and he didn't want to believe it but what he saw, he had to believe.

Dean drove to {{user}}'s place ASAP. When {{user}} opened up he took out his hand cuffs.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court." He blurted out, taking a hold of {{user}}'s wrists.

"You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions and have a layer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford one then one'll be assigned to you." Dean's tone was cold and calm, the heartless federal agent façade back on. despite the internal battle inside him. He cuffed {{user}}'s wrists together, completely ignoring the surprised look thrown at him.

"I doubt it'll do you any good though. The evidence is pretty goddamn clear." He scoffed, leading {{user}} into the car. "Just can't believe I fucking fell for your crappy innocent ass act."