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7.1 The Usual Suspects

The police busted down the motel door as me and Sam quickly put our hands up. "Going Somewhere, Sam?" A woman asked looking between the two of us.

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I stood near the window staring out waiting for the detective to come in a question me. I was put in a room alone, I amused my brothers were in their own rooms. My turned towards the door hearing someone enter.

It was the same detective that was at our motel room. She smiled lightly and shut the door behind her. I turned towards her crossing my arms.

"Thought you might be thirsty." She said setting a cup down on the table.

"I'm gonna guess you're good cop. Where's the bad cop?" I questioned shifting my weight to the other side.

"He's with your brother."

"Which one?"

"The dead one," She replied agesting her jacket. "Okay. And you guys are holding us why?" I asked. "He's being held on suspicion of murder. And you and Sam? We'll see." She informed as her gave her a confused look, "Murder?"

"You sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good of an actor?" I scoffed at her statement, "Who as he supposedly murdered?" 

"We'll get around to that."

"You can't hold us here without any formal charges." I protested. "Actually, we can for forty-eight hours. Your brother being a pre law student, would know that." She corrected. "Yeah he also told me that you can question all you want, but I don't have to say anything without a parent or my brothers here. I mean they're both over eighteen," I shot back shirking lightly.

She was quiet for a moment, "I know all about you, Carmen. You're fifteen years old. No job, no current school records, no home address. Your mother died when you were five. John Winchester adopted you two years after ward. Your father's, along with your birth father's whereabouts are unknown. And then there's the case of your brother, Dean, whose demise was, well, just a little bit exaggerated. Feel free to jump in whenever you like." She read aloud from her file. Looking at me after the last part, noticing I was leaning against the wall.

She waited for me to respond but I kept quiet, "Shy? No problem. I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you were a straight-A student, but then you dropped out your freshman year of highschool. Exactly two weeks into your freshman year. Why is that?" She questioned looking up at me.

I shrugged, "Felt I could help out more if I wasn't in school." I said. It was the truth I never liked school, and when I was old enough and offered the idea to Dad. He hasn't but haven't showing him what I could help with he said yes. 

"Uh-huh," She said looking back down at her file.

"My family needed me,"

"Your family, so was it your idea to fall off the grid after Sam's girlfriend, Jessica died? He left everything behind," She said as blood started boiling.

"He needed some time off, we needed some time off…to deal. So I'm taking a road trip with my brothers." I said quickly calming myself down. "How's that going for you?"

"Great. I mean...we saw the second-largest ball of twine in the continental U.S." I said sounding really smart-asses, and sitting down at the table. "It was awesome."

"We ran Dean's fingerprints through Iafis. Got over a dozen possible hits." She informed walking up towards the side of the table.

"I didn't finish highschool but I don't think that's gunna hold up in court, to well. I mean their possible hits," I said.

"But makes you wonder, what are we gonna find when we run your prints?"

I scoffed, "Yeah, well, uh...please be sure to let me know, all right?" I remarked before glancing towards the window behind me. She leaned in, "Carmen, you seem like a good kid. It's not your fault Dean's your brother. We can't pick our family. Right now detectives in St. Louis are exhuming a corpse. They're trying to figure out how your brother faked his own death after torturing all those young women. Dean's a bad guy. His life is over, yours doesn't have to be."

I slowly looked up towards her, "You want me to turn against my own brother?"

"No. We already caught him cold, red-handed at the Karen Giles murder scene. We just need you to fill in some missing pieces." She said walking around to the other side of the table.

"Why would I do that?"

She took the seat across from me. "Because I can talk to the D.A., make a deal for you. You can get on with your life. Dean's as good as gone."

I thought for a bit, swallowing hard before I spoke. "My dad and Tony Giles were old friends. They were in the service together. We've all known him since we were kids, you know? So we came as soon as we heard about his death."

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Sam and I walked over to the table where Dean was with a newspaper and a pen. "Here you go." I said as both sat down setting his coffee on the table.

"Anthony Giles?" He said taking the pen out of his mouth and showing us the paper.

"Who's Anthony Giles?" Me and Sam asked.

"The Baltimore lawyer working late in his office. Check it out." He said as I leaned in as Sam read it out loud. "His throat was slit but the room was clean. Huh. No DNA no prints."

"Keep reading. It gets better."

"'Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant.' Huh?" I read a loud before looking up. "Either somebody tampered with the tapes…"

"Or it's an invisible killer." Sam said finishing Dean's sentence as I took a sip of my coffee. "My favorite kind. What do you think, Scully," Dean asked looking up.

"I'm not Scully. You're Scully." Sam said tossing the paper back.

"No, I'm Mulder. You're a redheaded woman." 

"I think I gave Tweety the wrong coffee cause this one is as bitter as his soul," I said switching the two cups.

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"So, it would've been hard for Dean to kill Tony, considering we weren't in town at the time." I informed.

"So, tell me what happened next."

"Okay, uh, that's when we went to see Karen. She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her, you know?"

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"Insurance. I totally forgot about the insurance." Ms. Giles breathed out as we sat at her dining table. "We're very sorry to bother you right now, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation." Sam said.

"Sure." She said as she whipped her eyes.

"Well, if you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died." Sam added.

"Tony and I were supposed to have dinner. He called and said that he was having computer troubles and that he had to work late. That was it." She said.

"Would you have any idea who could've possibly done this to him?" I asked softly.

"No. No. It's like I told the police. I─I have no idea." She stuttered turning towards us. "Did Tony mention any unusual to you in the days before his death?" Dean asked.

"Unusual?"

"Yeah, like strange."

"Strange?"

"You know, Karen, weird. Weird noises, visions, anything like that?" Dean instead as I elbowed his side. Making me and Sam glare at him. "He had a nightmare the day before he died." She admitted.

"What kind of a nightmare?" Sam asked.

"Uh, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed. He blinked. She was gone. I mean, it was just a nightmare." She explained.

"Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asked as she looked between my brothers. "What difference does it make what she looked like?"

"Uh, it's just our company its very through."

"He said she was pale, and she had dark, red eyes." 

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"So I gave Karen a hug and told her to call us is she needed anything, and that was it. End of story." I said.

"Carmen, I am trying to help you here, but you have to be honest with me. Now, we have an eyewitness, someone who saw two men and a girl fitting your and your brothers description breaking into Gile's office." She informed.

"Karen called us later. There was some stuff she wanted from Tony's office, but the police weren't letting her in. Like a picture of the two of them in Paris and some other stuff." I explained. "It was wrong to enter a crime scene, but she gave us the key."

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After picking the lock of Tony's office we ducked under the tape and walked in. After shutting the door behind us before we started to look around. "Hey." Sam said getting our attention. "Anthony Giles' body was found right about here. 'Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible.'" He read aloud.

"So, are we guess vengeful spirit?" I asked walking up to his desk.

"Yeah underline 'vengeful'?" Dean said. "Maybe. He did see that woman at the foot of his bed." Sam said as something from the printer caught my eye. "Look at this." I said handing it to Sam who sat down.

"Dana Shulps." What's that, a name?" Sam asked.

"I don't know but it's everywhere." Dean said showing another page that match the other. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." He said as I hit him upside the head. He turned around surprised that sneak up on him. "Don't make me put a bell on you,"

"Guys," Sam warned as he stared at us then towards the glass desk. We walked over as Sam fogged the table up as the word 'Dana Shulps' apreed.

"Wow." Sam said in a chuckle. "I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird." 

"Maybe Giles knew her." Dean suggested. "Maybe it's the name of our pale, red-eyed mystery girl." I suggested crossing my arms. 

"Well…let's see what we can see." Dean said as we started going through records.

After we went through everything Dean slammed the file cabinet shut as I glared at him. "Could you be any more louder?" I asked turning towards him.

"There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere." He started ignoring my comment. "There's not a D. Shulps or any other kind of shulps."

"Great." Sam muttered.

"What do you got?"

"No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least." He informed. "So what now?" I asked leaning my arm on the table. "I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his files." He said.

"By 'close' you mean…" Dean trailed off.

"Thirty minutes maybe." Dean than looked at his watch before letting his arm hang down, "Awesome," He muttered.

"So, I guess I just get to, uh, hang out. That's awesome." Dean said sitting down in the chair next to me. He started to click his tongue at of boredom.

"Dude, seriously." Sam exclaimed leaning back.

I slapped the back of his head again, "Maybe this one will actually stick." I said giving my older brother my bitch face.

"I'm gonna go talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" He quickly said standing up. "Great,"

"Keep going, Sparky and Shorty stay out of the way." 

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"Then Dean went back to Karen's place to check up on her. I mean, you know, she was pretty upset earlier." I told the detective.

"Why didn't you or Sam go with him?" She asked leaning on the door way.

"I was tried, all my caffeine was crashing. We just went back to the motel. How did you know we were there, anyway?" I asked leaning back in my chair as I started moving my necklace around.

"We found the motel matchbook on your brother when we arrested him." She said grabbing a bag. "Let's quit fooling around. You were with your brother the whole time you were in Baltimore. Why separate now? Because you brother left you to go murder Karen-"

"He didn't kill anyone." I said emotionless.

She slammed her hand on the table in frustration. "I heard the 9-1-1 call! Karen was terrified! She said someone was in the house."