The Family Business

the ring

that Dean always wears

on his right ring finger

Shaking his head Lestrade let himself out of the building, needing to get some fresh air, well the team worked on analyzing the crime scene. So long as they left the body where it was for him to get a second look at the could do whatever they damn well please. They did a good enough job of taking pictures for that.

Spotting a man he did not recognize as he came out of the door Lestrade headed over. Looking over the taller man Lestrade processed suite, tie, comfortable but not at home, seemed slightly put off by the people around them. Not a local then? Walking up to him Lestrade held up his hands, “‘xcuse me sir, closed crime scene. Please go back over the line."

He looked up and gave the man one of his signature smiles (though not the too-charming one, he was only trying to gain access to the crime scene) as he reached into his jacket pocket.  "Officer Dean Singer.  I'm with the International Criminal Investigation Initiative."  He gave the other man a moment to look the badge over before flipping it closed and stashing it away again.

When his introduction was met with a huff, he grimaced internally.  That was never a good sign.  Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "There a problem?  My boss should've called and let you-- someone-- know." Was this dude even high enough up that he would know? His eyes scanned over the man he was speaking to, trying to figure that out.

Lisa always wanted to be a chef.  She loved to cook.  She just never had time for culinary school.  So, she took dinner time seriously.

Of course, with every cut of his knife, pinkish-red juice oozed onto the keyboard, and he had to remind himself that it was just tomato juice, not the pieces of Cas from when his body had exploded before him, or the blood that had covered his face as Sam Lucifer prepared to kill him.