copping

( Or, you're a hunter. It's often, even undercover, Dean's not anyone's favorite person. He's the visiting FBI man, or park ranger, or whatever else he needs to pull out of his trunk to convince someone he's there to help. Because, he is. Underneath the lies, he's a hunter. His brother's courting his reappeared ex, so Dean insists he do the job alone. Sam's only job is to make Eileen not regret she's alive again (orgasms) and to take care of Miracle (walks, treats, generally letting him jump on the bed. sorry, Sammy.) In the meantime, Dean packs up and leaves Lawrence, Kansas behind.

There's been a mess of bodies dropping in Kentucky, all working in the same brewery. This case had Dean at brewery, let's be honest.

Dean's done haunted brewery before. Also serial killers. What tips him off is a leak from the third crime scene. Left behind, putrid, skin.

Shapeshifter.

So, he packs his silver boot knife and his silver bullets.

What he needs first, is to get at more evidence, which is why he's dropping in on the Harlan County PD first. He's wearing his nicer FBI suit with his just above board badge at the ready. He's got his million dollar smile, too, but at 41, it doesn't get him as far along the way as it used to. )

Agent Joe Swift, FBI. I'm here about the incidences at Derby Brewing.

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