Chapter 1

"Sam, You got us a case?" Dean asked his brother, who had been on the computer most of the morning.

"Yeah, I think. So get this, these three guys turned up dead. They aren't saying much. The first death happened a week ago. Authorities are trying to keep as much away from the press as possible, but it looks suspicious."

"Great. Where?"

"That's the problem. D.C."

"Like Washington D.C.? The capital of the United States? Where the FBI that still has us as their most wanted?"

"Yep. That's the one."

"K. Let's go."

"What? Dean, are you serious?"

"Yeah. Just stay under the radar."

"I'm not going to be able to convince you to find another case, am I?"

"Nope. C'mon Sammy." Dean said as he started packing. Sam just gave him his famous bitch-faces and started packing to. He thought this was crazy, but he knew his brother. He wanted to save as many people as possible. Nothing would stop them.

They got into the impala, and Dean drove off. It was about a day's journey. When they hit Virgina, Dean started talking about the case again.

"When was the last kill?"

"Day before yesterday. Dean, are you sure about this?"

"We'll be fine, Sammy. We just need different disguises."

"Ok. We will be fine." He whispered, trying to reinsure himself, but he still had a bad feeling.

In D.C., Agent Booth was talking to Dr. Brennan about the case.

"What'cha got on the bones, Bones?"

"It's strange, I still can't find cause of death. Cam said that the last tocks screen didn't show up anything. We have done every possible test on the bodies, and still nothing."

"You'll get it. You always do."

"Not this time, Booth." As she said this, Booth pulled her into a hug and kissed her hair.

"We will get this guy. We always do."