They choose the path where no one goes

[dudeimbatman]

When; Right after Charlie's murder
Rating; PG-13ish?
Characters; Dean Winchester & Huey Freeman
Summary; Huey's been brought in for interrogation for the series of murders in the City
Log;

Dean sits down at the table across from Huey. He's got a cup of coffee with him and he looks exhausted. He hates this. Usually interrogating an asshole is something Dean loves, but today it's Huey and he likes Huey. He also doesn't think Huey is responsible for this, but evidence says otherwise so he has to check it out.

"You want some water or a soda before we get started?"

Comments

[child_radical]

"No, I'm fine."

He knew that it was only a matter of time before the police would begin to turn their suspicions towards him. The young teen knew that they had found his knife from the first set of victims though he remained clueless about the others aside from the various ways they were murdered.

It wasn't because he didn't care, he did since people he was starting to know were involved in the chaos, but because he wanted to enact a set of contingency plans for himself. The friends and lovers of those that were killed wanting vengeance being the prime motivation for doing so. Huey clenched his fist in his lap and readied himself for the barrage of questions that were to come.

[dudeimbatman]

He leans forward, elbows on the table. He takes a deep breath, purses his lips and decides to start in.

"Do you know a couple of people named Itsuki and Agito? Or maybe James Dimmick?"

[child_radical]

"I only know of Itsuki, the others are complete unknowns to me."

[dudeimbatman]

"Okay, Huey, I'm not gonna dick around. You know why you're here so why don't you tell me what all these people have in common, besides being dead and how they're connected to you."

He's bad at this interrogation shit, but he figures Huey didn't do this so he doesn't have to be good at it, right? He just has to figure out who would pin this on Huey and why.

[child_radical]

"I seriously don't know what you're talking about."

He kept his voice even, it was the only thing he could do besides actually acting out. Though the only visual cue as to the frustration he had felt was him clenching his fists tightly to the point he felt his fingernails digging deeply into his palm.

[dudeimbatman]

Dean sees the way he clenches his fists and he doesn't blame him. This is frustrating and evokes a crapload of angry feelings.

Dean purses his lips, pondering that a moment. "Let's clarify. You don't know what I'm talking about specifically, or you haven't heard a damn thing about these murders?"