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Shawn’s POV 3rd Person
“Shawn. Tell me why we’re here again?”
Gus eyed Shawn as they walked into the SBPD.
“Am I not allowed to go on a stroll with my best friend?”
“Not when you pulled me out of work for this! Plus the chief put us on suspension after that last stunt you pulled! I do not want to be a part of your scheme Shawn! I am not getting roped into this!”
They stopped walking.
“And yet here you are!”
“I’m only here to keep an eye on you and to make sure YOU don’t get us fired! Or worse! Arrested!”
“Gus! Have some faith! When have I ever led you astray before?”
“Uh, lets see!”
It was at that point Shawn tuned him out as Gus continued to rant. He took notice of the bustle of the room, the commotion in the office. It was different from the usual spring in this place. It was at that point Shawn made his way over to Jules, completely ignoring Gus as he did so.
“Shawn! Get back here!”
“Hey Jules! What’s all the commotion about? Did you finally catch who was leaving the coffee pot empty and not refilling it?”
Juliet looked up from the report she was working on, obviously recognizing the cheery voice and the yelling man following its owner.
“Hey guys! What are you doing here? I could have sworn Chief put you on suspension?”
“She changed her mind! As a matter of fact we just received a call from her saying there was a serious new case that could use my psychic expertise! But this isn’t a typical case is it?”
Juliet eyed Shawn suspiciously, but relented nevertheless.
“You’re right, Lassiter and I just made a huge arrest. Dean Winchester, wanted in multiple states and by the FBI. The feds have already been alerted. Lassiter and I made the arrest this morning, but Shawn I have to insist you leave this alone. It’s an open and done case.”
“Thank you Jules for that! Now! Where is Lassie?”
“He’s currently in the middle of an interrogation, but Shawn! This guy is a psychotic killer, I do not want you anywhere near hi-”
“Awww Jules! Are you worried about me?”
Juliet gave him a warning glare.
“No no, it’s alright you don’t have to say anything, bring it in!”
Shawn opened his arms wide slapping Gus who at this point was back at his side also glaring at him. That wasn’t what mattered though, he leaned forward and began to sneakily peek at the report on O’hara’s desk. Mr. Halloway, librarian, showed no signs of forced entry or signs of struggle, but Dean was caught at the scene of the crime standing over the body. He put his arms down and rocked back on his feet.
“Whelp! Suit yourself Jules! I’ll see you later.”
Shawn gave a slight nod and a wave as he walked away, leaving an annoyed Gus still following him.
“So?”
“So what?”
“Shawn.”
“Alright, here’s the deal. I need to talk to our criminal then I need to see the crime scene.”
“Shawn no. Didn’t you hear what she said? Our killer is Dean Winchester! Notorious criminal and a psychopathic murderer who kills for fun! We are not getting involved in that!”
“Wait wait wait. You actually know who that is?”
“Don’t you? Aren't you supposed to be a detective?”
“Yeah but I mean who actually keeps up with that stuff? It’s all so boring.”
“I do Shawn! And I happen to know that this guy is crazy!”
“Gus! Don't be the crease in my shoe! We’re taking this case!”
“No Shawn! The chief will never forgive us, we’re already on thin ic-”
“Oh c’mon dude! After we solve this the chief will obviously forgive us.”
“We don’t even know if there is a case in the first place!”
“Well then let’s go find out!”
Shawn immediately begins to make his way towards the interrogation rooms once again leaving Gus in the dust.
“Shawn! Are you even listening to me!?”
“Of course I am! I always listen!”
“Tsk as if.”
It was then that they ran into McNab.
“Oh hey guys! I didn’t know you two were off suspension?”
Shawn and Gus shared a look, then Shawn spoke up.
“In the flesh baby! So! What are you up to?”
Shawn looked at the box in McNab’s hands before looking back up and making eye contact. The box was labeled Henriksen.
“Oh! I was just on my way to dropping this off for processing.”
“That’s great buddy you do that!”
“Thanks, I’ll see you around!”
McNab gave one of his signature smiles before walking away. It was then that Shawn pulled Gus in and began to basically whisper shout.
“Dude, you said you knew about this guy right? Does the name Henriksen mean anything to you?”
Gus looked deep in thought for a moment before he was suddenly snapped back to reality.
“Yeah! Yeah I do! Henriksen was the agent in charge of the Winchesters case! He arrested them some time back before he died in a tragic accident! At least that's what the police said, but I always kinda thought his death was suspicious.”
“Really how so?”
Gus looked at Shawn.
“People don’t just die hours after apprehending the criminals they’ve been chasing. Plus, the Winchesters were thought to have died with him in that accident only to be revealed alive at a later date! That’s weird man!”
“Hmmmm, you said Winchesters?”
“Yeah. There’s two of them. The older brother, Dean Winchester and the younger brother, Sam Winchester.”
“Brothers huh? Interesting, I say we get this show on the road!”
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“Gus, are you sure you’d rather stick out here? I need you buddy!”
“Oh I’m sure.”
Gus gave a smile and a nod while standing with his arms crossed.
“I am not going into that room with a psycho killer.”
“Gus he’s probably cuffed!”
“I don’t care, Shawn. With the amount of times that guy has escaped containment I refuse to go in.”
“Ughhh, fine! Your lookout.”
With that Shawn swung open the door to interrogation room 124-A. Inside sat Lassie and apparently notorious criminal Dean Winchester, who were both now looking at him. Lassie looked annoyed and frustrated while Dean just looked curious and confused. Although on a different topic Shawn couldn’t help but admire this guy's outfit! I mean seriously! A leather jacket! So Cool!
“Lassieeeeee!!”
“Oh goddamnit Spencer! You have got to be kidding me! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Lassie you know I never kid! Plus I was picking up on some bad juju out there, is everything alright in here?”
“Spencer, I don't have time for your antics today. Leave. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your on suspension either.”
“Oh c’mon Lassiepants! I know you missed me!”
“Rather the opposite. Now get the hell out before I use force!”
“Ah ah Lassie! The chief totally already put me on this case! I deserve to be here as much as you now! What do you say to pineapple smoothies later? I've been thinking about it and I just can’t get them out of my head.”
“As if I’d believe that. This is your final warning Spencer, I don’t have time for your childish acts.”
“Uh, still here ya know?”
Lassie turned to look at Dean.
“Shut it. No one was speaking to you.”
“I’m just saying, this feels like something you should discuss in private, a little unprofessional no?”
“Oh look Spencer! Even the criminal thinks you're unprofessional! And where’s your second half anyway?”
“Gus refused to come in, he’s out in the hall, but I refuse to leave until I get to speak to my client!”
“One, he’s not your client! Two, no one put you on this case! And three, get the hell out!!”
“Oof! Down Lassie boy!”
“Spencer!”
Dean couldn’t help but smirk and hold back a laugh at this display, which Shawn obviously took note of.
“Fine! Can I at least observe?”
Lassiter said nothing, only shooting him a glare.
“Just so you know, I’m taking that as a yes. Oh, and one more thing!”
Lassie just groaned.
“What.”
“He’s innocent.”
Shawn then turned for the door. Both Lassie and Dean seemed shocked at the proclamation, though obviously for different reasons.
“Pff- and how could you possibly know that. This guy has been on the FBI’s most wanted for years, and you're saying he’s innocent? Just like that? Where’s your proof?”
“It’s just the vibe Lassie, that’s what it’s saying.”
“No. I refuse to listen to this anymore. I’m not putting up with your “psychic” bullshit.”
Lassie gets up from where he was sitting in order to escort Shawn out, but that’s not what Shawn was focused on. When Lassie had said psychic Dean had perked up, and it was clear he was paying way more attention then he was earlier. Into the occult then?
“Psychic?”
Dean pondered just as Lassie grabbed Shawn to throw him out.
“That’s right! Good ear! I’m Santa Barbara’s very own psychic detective Shawn Spencer, nice to meet you!”
Dean just stared at him silently it appeared Dean was thinking very hard about this. Shawn took notice of that right before Lassie threw him out and slammed the door in his face. Shawn looked to the right seeing Gus still standing there, smirking.
“So? How’d it go then?”
“Dude we are so on this case, and I think I know just where to start. What do you say we go check out that box?”
Gus eyed Shawn.
“Shawn ,no.”
“Shawn, yes! Let's go!”
“Not again, Shawnnn!”
Shawn took off running in the other direction.
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Dean’s POV 3rd Person
Sam and Dean had been playing cat and mouse with the police all week. At first it had just started with them running into a single police officer while they were pretending to be FBI working a case. Of course they guy had recognized them and the next thing they knew they had to hunt a monster and avoid police custody. A lot of good that did them, although Sammy did escape, which was good. At least one of them was out, that would make escaping a lot easier. Honestly this whole thing was more annoying then an actual problem, and Dean was feeling rather bored. They had kept him in the same room for hours, if he had to guess he’d say it was the afternoon now, which meant he had been here for around 7 hours already. Detectives would come in and out, trying to crack him, not that it did anything. They all eventually left after getting a lot of nothing.
This time the salt and pepper haired cop that had arrested him, who was also apparently the head detective, was trying, and failing to interrogate him. It was clear the guy was uptight and had anger issues just from the little time they had known each other and frankly Dean was having a blast running this guy in circles and annoying the living hell out of him, but after a while it got old. That was until some rando barged into the room. At first Dean thought it a threat, or even potentially Sammy though that got thrown out of the window immediately as Sam would never go about breaking his brother out like that…for the most part, and from how this guy acted Dean didn’t deem him much of a threat. Although it was clear this detective and rando had history as they squabbled back and forth. Hell this rando actually seemed to annoy the detective more than him and that was saying something.
From the two’s conversation Dean had picked up that the rando’s name was Spencer, or at the very least his last name was Spencer and apparently he had a habit of doing this if the head detective's reaction said anything. Also apparently that guy's name was Lassie? Lassiepants? Dean hadn’t bothered to actually pay attention to that guy more focused on the new clown in the circus. Though after a little while Dean felt the need to say something.
“Uh, still here ya know?”
He was then met with an abrasive, “Shut it. No one was speaking to you.”
Which okay sure, but Dean couldn’t leave it there.
“I’m just saying, this feels like something you should discuss in private, a little unprofessional no?”
He had thought that maybe they would chill out after that….okay that maybe Lassie? Lassiepants? Would chill after that but it actually led to more bickering and it was at that point Dean just chose to observe because frankly this was the best entertainment he’d had for 7 hours and he was struggling to hold back a laugh. Though it looked like it was coming to an end with this Spencer fellow being kicked out. He’d thought that was the end of it until Spencer just happened to say something that actually managed to shock him, and it would seem Mr. Detective as well.
“He’s innocent.”
Let’s just say of all the things Dean had thought might be said that wasn’t top 15, not without someone having knowledge of the supernatural. Dean was thinking about that when the next thing he heard had been even more shocking.
“No. I refuse to listen to this anymore. I’m not putting up with your “psychic” bullshit.”
“psychic bullshit.”
Now that was what really hit the nail in the coffin. Psychic. Dean would need more to believe it, but if there was a chance this guy was really psychic then this could either spell trouble or a potential new ally for the brothers. He hadn’t even realized it but apparently he had said something out loud or Spencer had read his mind because the next thing that he hears is directed at him.
“That’s right! Good ear! I’m Santa Barbara’s very own psychic detective Shawn Spencer, nice to meet you!”
Dean doesn’t say anything to that but he definitely takes note of the things this apparent psychic detective says. Shawn Spencer huh? He’d remember that name.
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Shawn’s POV 3rd Person
Henriksen. That was the name on the box. That was what they were looking for. Shawn remembered McNab heading in the direction of the storage unit of the station, so that’s exactly where they went. However that didn’t last long as they just so happened to run into someone. Someone who wasn’t very happy to see them.
“Chief! It’s so good to see you! Did you get a new haircut?”
“Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster, I’d like to see you in my office.”
“Oh I’m sorry chief we we’re kinda in the middle of-”
“Now.”
She left no room for argument as she led them to her office.
“Listen chief I would just like to get this out of the way now, this was his idea!”
Gus points towards Shawn who puts a hand to his chest in betrayal.
“Listen chief, we have a perfectly reasonable explanation! You see I had this vision of a criminal! He had a gold necklace and a leather jacket. The spirits insisted I come down here to check it ou-”
“That’s enough Mr. Spencer, thank you. I don’t quite care why you came down here, I put you on suspension and you disobeyed a direct order. I’m going to need a bit of a better explanation for why you're here intruding on a case you aren’t on.”
Shawn and Gus look at each other then try and talk at the same time.
“Well-”
“You see-”
They cut off, looking at each other once again. This time only Shawn speaks.
“Chief, You see Gus and I we’re called down here to get to the bottom of this. You have the wrong person in there, I know it.”
“Sorry Mr. Spencer, but unless you have proof I don’t want to hear it. It’s an open and closed case, and you are not meant to be working anyway, so why don’t you find yourselves out. You know where the exit is. Oh, and if I catch you interfering with police work, consider yourselves fired, this is your one and only warning Spencer.”
Shawn’s mouth opens and closes for a bit before he turns to leave, Gus right beside him all the while. Once they exit Chief Vick’s office they find themselves once again on the move. Only this time it’s to leave the SBPD.
“That could have gone better.”
“Shawn! You almost got us fired!”
“Calm down, Chief wouldn’t have fired us…at least I don’t think so?”
“What do you mean “you don’t think so,” do you understand that our job is at risk?”
“Gus! Don’t be a nervous Nelly! Now c’mon, we got a crime scene to visit.”
“Nuh uh, no way! There is no way I’m going to a crime scene with you right now.”
“Dude, c’mon!”
“No Shawn! I am not going to a crime scene with you!!”
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“I can’t believe I’m doing this right now.”
“Oh, c’mon Gus! Look on the bright side! We can get tacos after this!”
“You know that’s right.”
Gus shakes his head.
“Let’s go dude! The coast is clear!” Shawn whisper shouts.
Shawn does a quiet crouch run with Gus doing the same as they break their way onto a crime scene. Honestly not out of the ordinary with them. As they pass the yellow tape they see the outline of where the body laid in white. Besides that Shawn takes notice of the carpet they're standing on. On the carpet are some tiny abrasive fibers and a little ways away there is a faint footprint that looks like it belongs to some kind of male running shoe. It was at this point that he noticed his best friend sniffing the air.
“Dude what is it? Is the super-sniffer acting up?”
Gus put a finger up which basically told Shawn to shut up and let him do his thing. He continued to sniff, grimacing once he finally placed what it was.
“That smells like sulfur?”
“Sulfur? I thought something smelled weird! I thought that was just you!”
Gus shot him a look.
“Sorry.”
“Why would there be sulfur at a place like this?”
“Here’s the better question: Gus, the sopapilla or the cheesecake. You see both are good but I can’t choos-”
“Shawn, will you stop goofing around? You're the one who dragged me out here!”
“First! That was a serious question, and second, I think we should talk to some of his co-workers.”
Gus just shook his head but resigned.
“Fine, but definitely the sopapilla.”
Shawn smiled.
“Thanks buddy!”
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“If it’s okay with you Ms. Ruiz, could you please run us through your account of what happened.”
“I’m sorry, may I ask why you're asking all these questions? I’ve already told the police everything I know.”
“We’re aware Ms. Ruiz but you see I’m a psychic working for the SBPD, I’m able to pick up on things others are not.”
Ms. Ruiz looked surprised but she didn’t really push anymore.
“Well I work from 6-10 PM twice a week. Mr. Halloway and I were good friends, I don’t have the slightest idea who or why someone would hurt him! I mean he was a good man, he loved reading for the children every Saturday!”
“Yes, I’m getting those vibes for sure.”
Shawn took notice of the cloth set on Ms. Ruiz desk. It looked like it had the same fibers as the ones found on the carpet. Observing closer and he took notice of how she favored her left-hand, and how she seemed to be very meticulous.
“I apologize Ms. Ruiz, but I think it’s about time me and my partner here be on our way, thank you for your time.”
Ms. Ruiz smiled.
“Of course, you be safe out there boys, there is evil around every corner.”
Okay that was ominous as hell. It was time to get out of here. As they left though they ran into a man. He was taller than them, but not only that, his choice of footwear stood out to Shawn. It was a male athletic shoe, perfect for running.
“Oops sorry man!”
“Haha! It’s no problem! Say, why are you in such a rush anyway?”
“Well I was supposed to host a book club meeting today, but it was canceled for obvious reasons. I was coming to work out the quirks for the next meeting with Ms. Ruiz.”
Gus intercepted.
“You know Ms. Ruiz?”
“Yes I do, why are you asking all these questions gentlemen?”
“I’m a psychic for the SBPD, working a case for the murder of Mr. Halloway.”
“I’m sorry psychic?”
“A non-believer I see.”
“It’s not that it just seems a little far-fetched no?”
“Well rest assured I am. How else would I know that you and Mr. Halloway didn’t get along.”
The man stared at him for a second before sighing.
“Look, I'll tell you what I told the police. Me and Mr. Halloway didn’t always get along but that doesn’t mean I wanted the guy dead.”
“Don’t worry I believe you, hey one more question.”
“Sure.”
“Where did you get your shoes?”
The guy smirked.
“I got them from a thrift store just up the road, great place!”
Shawn smiled.
“Thanks!”
As Shawn and Gus walked away they began to discuss the case.
“So? What do you got?”
“They were there when Halloway died. They definitely aren't telling us everything.”
“Wait! They were there?”
“Yes.”
“How could you tell?”
“I noticed some odd fibers on the carpet, the same fibers that belong to a cloth on Ms. Ruiz desk. As for the guy, his shoes gave him away. Slightly off to the side just off the carpet there was a faint footprint that matched the shoes he was wearing. The question is where does Winchester fit into all of this.”
“Ms. Ruiz is way too sweet to be a killer, there is no way she’s guilty.”
Shawn stopped and looked at Gus.
“Really dude? You talked to her for like 5 minutes!”
“So!?”
Shawn rolled his eyes.
“Whatever man. Let’s just go eat, I’m starving. Oh and after we check out that thrift shop.”
“You know that’s right. Wait- why the thrift shop? You think it’s connected to the case?”
“No, it’s just those were some sweet kicks! I gotta see if there’s any others like it!”
It was Gus’s turn to roll his eyes.
“Let’s go.”
They packed into the blueberry, driving to their next destination. Lunch.
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Sam’s POV 3rd Person
It has been officially 8 hours since his brother was taken into police custody, and they still haven’t been able to catch their hunt. They had suspected demons, but so far besides the smell of sulfur and a string of dead bodies they had nothing. No connection between the victims, all deaths were different, and no clue who was next. God it was a shitty situation, and now he had to worry about breaking Dean out of police custody, not that Dean couldn’t break himself out given the time and luck, but still. The whole situation was annoying. They had been drawn to Santa Barbara due to a strange string of unexplainable deaths, and although the police had made arrests the brothers weren’t so sure. So they decided to check it out, after all they had gone farther for less in the past.
Right now the only thing Sam was trying to focus on though was researching everything he could, and it was there that he came across something very interesting. Shawn Spencer psychic detective with quite the impressive solve rate. This had led him down article after article of crimes that were solved by Shawn Spencer, and though he couldn’t be sure he was a real psychic he could be a real lead. So, that's when Sam decided to track him down, which had led him here. In front of an office that reads Psych. Sam had some questions about the name but he couldn’t tell if anyone was here, so he let himself in.
The inside of the place was like controlled chaos. Organized in a way only the person who made the mess could get around. That didn’t stop Sam from looking though, but after awhile he simply sat down and waited, I mean someone would have to show up eventually. In the meantime Sam took out his laptop which he brought with him and began some more digging. By the end Sam hoped to be an expert on this case. He would stop these murders.
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Shawn’s POV 3rd Person
As planned, after lunch Shawn and Gus made their way down to the thrift shop only to find that the place was closed on Tuesdays. I mean wtf?? Who closes on Tuesdays? That's so random, so instead of going thrifting they decided to swing by the Psych office and begin researching the case. Well, Gus was going to research the case, but when they arrived Shawn immediately picked up on the fact that someone was there. The first sign was a black, four-door 1967 Chevrolet Impala he didn’t recognize was parked outside the office. The second was the slightly ajar door when they came in, and third, how could he forget, WAS THE GIRAFFE SITTING IN THE OFFICE!!
“Uhm, hello? Can we help you with anything?”
The guy looked up from the laptop he had in his lap before he closed it and gave them his full attention.
“Oh! Yes, hi! I heard you were a psychic detective, is that true?”
Gus had stopped in his tracks when he saw the guy sitting before them. That was because he recognized him. That was Sam Winchester. Sam Winchester was standing inside of his office.
“Why is that correct! Santa Barbara’s finest!”
“Uh, Shawn could I speak to you outside for a second?”
“Huh? Yeah, sorry please excuse us for a moment.”
“Of course it’s no problem.”
Gus pulled Shawn roughly as they walked away to gain some privacy.
“Dude I can walk on my own!”
“Shawn, do you realize who that is!?”
“No should I?”
By this point Shawn had obviously picked up on Gus’s fear.
“That’s Sam Winchester!”
“The brother?”
“He’s a killer, we need to get out of here!!”
Shawn looked at Sam, then at Gus.
“I think he’s innocent.”
“Whattt?? You must be out of your damn mind!?”
“Look it’s clear he came here to hire us, and it’s clear he knows we’re with the police! Why would a murderer come for our help?”
“One who doesn’t think they’ll get caught Shawn!”
“Fine, believe what you want to believe but I’m going to hear him out. You just go do research into this case for us.”
“Fine by me, but you're on your own.”
“Tsk, dude just get out of here.”
Gus didn’t move. Shawn raised one eyebrow in his direction.
“Fine, I’ll stay but I’m out of here at the first sign of trouble!”
“That’s fair enough, let's go buddy!”
They walked back to where Sam stood.
“Well we’ve decided to take your case.”
Sam looked at them a little surprised.
“I haven’t told you anything yet?”
“Yeah, well we just got a feeling about this one, so we accept. We’ll help you.”
Shawn and Gus share eye contact.
“Just so we know though, do you want exactly?”
Sam simply gave a small smile and put an awkward hand on the back of his head.
“Well you see, I think someone or something is going to commit a murder in the next 42 hours, I need your help to find it.”
In the time Sam had spent researching, he finally noticed something. Each murder happens at least 3 days apart and 4 were dead already. Mr. Halloway was the latest murder, and frankly Sam wanted it to be the last.
“So?”
Shawn spoke.
“Sooooo, I think we get this party started! But first I think I just heard the churros guy outside! I’ll be right back!”
“Shawn! Shawn! Get back here! Do not leave me!”
Gus chased after him, and it was at this point Sam felt a small speck of fear for what he had just gotten himself into, but it was too late to go back now he supposed. Let’s get this show on the road.