October 2014

Officer Tom Pickens sits at his desk going over surveillance tapes to assist the robbery and break-ins department of the Portage County Sheriff's Office. All is routine: some random guy in a ski mask shooting up the place looking to make some quick money. But it wasn't until he looked at the next clip that his day finally got interesting. A man with an eerily familiar face walks up to a gas station convenience store, beats the living shit out of a guy, and then walks out. Upon further investigation, he realizes that the guy that was beaten was actually killed and that his name was Drew Neely. He also notices that the murderer has a thing for "Busty Asian Beauties" and was most likely acting in self defense: Neely had a knife and intent. The next time he watches the tape, he recognizes the killer immediately. "Sheriff Bayles, call the FBI. The Winchesters are back."

The sheriff walks over and takes one look at the paused footage. He gasps in surprise before saying "Well I'll be damned. Those guys never truly die, do they? I'll call the BAU in the morning. They're gonna wanna see this." But, he knows that something isn't quite right about this, we'll besides the fact that he rose from the dead again. "Hey Pickens, you studied this case back in your training, correct?" Tom nods. "Well then you would know that this is Dean and he also has a brother that he would die for. So, where's Sam?" That was when a realization struck Tom. Oh shit. "I think he requested to see this footage today. Said he was a fed... FBI, actually."

Sheriff Bayles thought he was going to have a heart attack at the shock: he let a Winchester into his office and didn't think twice about it. "Screw morning, if these guys are impersonating federal agents then they need to get here asap. I'm going to call them now."

A few weeks later

Sam sits on the couch watching the news trying to find local cases while Dean is grabbing a few beers from the kitchen. He was just about to turn off the television when he heard the reporter, Tammy Duncan, talk of a national breaking news update.

"Well we all thought they were dead years back, but they're not. Yes, that's correct: Sam and Dean Winchester are back." Dean just happened to be walking in at this point in time, and hearing that made him spit out his beer. "Sam, I thought Henriksen made sure we were dead." Sam shushed him and turns up the volume. "Just last month, Dean Winchester was spotted on a gas station surveillance tape murdering someone in self defense, and then the next day Sam Winchester (unbeknownst to the officers at the time) viewed the footage while in the station, posing as an FBI agent. What they have been doing all of this time or their current whereabouts are unknown to us, but the local police have requested the help of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, and sources confirm that they landed in Portage County a few days ago. That is all we have for now, but we will keep you posted."

Sam and Dean had a mutual look of oh shit on their faces, and they both knew this wouldn't end well.

"So, law-boy. What do we do now?" Sam is dumbfounded. "Honestly, let's just carry on like normal and when we get caught, well, we'll figure it out when that day comes. Let's just save as many people as we can until then, and get that mark off of your arm. That's not gonna do you any good in prison." Dean rubs his eyes in disbelief as he talks. "Sounds like a plan to me. Have you found any cases yet?" Sam walks over to the library and begins his search on the internet, just to be greeted by his face on the front page of the first news site he goes to. The headline reads: Wanted Dead or Alive Because They Don't Stay Dead. "Well, at least the media got something right about our lives: we really don't stay dead for long, do we?" They both slightly chuckle before going back into their work.

"Sam, this is going to be a really long year or so for us, isn't it?" Sam looks up at Dean and nods almost apologetically. "Yeah, buckle up. It's gonna be a long ride to escape the FBI again. Probably about 100 times harder, actually. From what I hear, the unit they hired is basically the best of the best. If we're any less careful, like even the smallest bit, they'll find us in about a week."

Dean looks at Sam with a determined expression. "Well, we're going to keep off their trail for as long as we can and kill as many evil sons of bitches as we can until they get us. And when they do, we go down swinging and have Cas hook us up with some angels to bring us back. Sound like a plan?" Sam thinks for a few seconds and nods. "I'm in. And I think I just found a case. King County: three 'animal' kills in the same town in the last month. Interested?"