A Real Family (Dean's view) Ch. 1

Happy B-day to Jensen Ackles! He is one of my top three (1st place) favorite actors! This story is going to be a failure…To those who are reading this…You must be really bored to be reading this…Yeah…

"Dean, we shouldn't be here."

"Relax Sammy. I heard rumors of a werewolf attack here. This will be child's play!"

"Yeah, but you know that he doesn't like us to come unannounced…"

"He won't know! It'll be like we were never here! Don't be such a party pooper!"

Sam sighed as I parked my baby.

"Got your I.D.?"

"Well duh. I am the genius in the family after all."

Getting out and carefully closing the doors, we made our way to the crime scene. Flashing our "badges", Sam walked over to a nearby police officer.

"So, what's the story?"

"Well, the body was found by a runner jogging by. He was taking a short break when he smelled something bad. Went to go see what it was and boom. Dead body."

As Sam thanked the officer, I went to examine the body. He had nasty scars all over his body…Well, what was left of it.

"Yup. This dude was definitely werewolf chow."

"Hey Dean. Doesn't his uniform look familiar?"

I eyed the body. It looked like this man was wearing a black uniform with a white belt and blue pants with red strips on the side. (Everything was mostly red now 'cause of the blood)

"…Kinda like…a…"

"Marine."

Suddenly, we heard cars parking and we looked over to see a NCIS van parking.

"Crap! Dean, let's bolt!"

"Right behind you!"

We dashed to the nearest van for the coast to clear and watched as a team went to the body and started doing their job.

"We should go now…"

"I couldn't agree more."

Walking towards the Impala, I took a quick a quick peak behind.

…Wait a minute.

"There are only 5 people."

"So?"

"If my math is correct, then someone's missing. Didn't he say there were 6?"

"And 'he' was right."

I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing in front of us was a man with white hair and icy blue eyes that blocked our path to my baby.

Shoot.

Clearing my throat, I stood up straight and searched my pockets for my badge.

"Uh, good morning Agent…"

"Gibbs."

"…Gibbs. We are from the F.B.I. We just wanted to look to see what happened."

"Badges."

"Um… Just a minute."

After emptying all my pockets, my fake badge was nowhere to be found. Being the "genius" and all, Sam intervened.

"Here's my badge. My partner apparently lost his."

"Good for you, not for him." He pointed at me.

"What?! Why not?! He's my partner!"

"Well, can't take any risks, especially since you guys ran off when you saw us."

Crap, he did see us.

"For all I know, he can be the murder and you can be a mole."

"What?! We don't even-"

"DiNozzo!"

Did he just say? …Oh no…

"Yeah boss?"

Jogging towards us was the person I least wanted to see.

"Cuff 'em."

"Um…"

I turned around with the best innocent face I could put up.

"…Oops."