The Face Behind the Badge
Chapter 1: Secret Life
"Sam, duck!" Miranda yelled, as she aimed the gun at Sam. Sam hit the deck, as she fired a salt round at the demon coming up behind him. The echo of the shot deadened, and the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Sam stood up, and looked around, then looked over at Miranda. Her shirt was ripped and bloody, and she was bleeding on her forehead. Her jeans were dusty, but other than that, she was fine.
"Nice work, Sammy," she said, still breathing heavily.
"You, too, Mira," he replied.
"You know, you would think...with Lucifer back in his box, all the other demons would die out, like when a queen bee dies, so do all her little bees," Miranda said. Sam looked sick, and she immediately wished she could take it back.
"I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't mean-"
"No, it's okay, and I know what you meant," he said, and grinned at her. She grinned back.
"So...are you gonna tell Dean you're back? Are you gonna at least go see him?" Miranda asked curiously. She could see how he was the fighting the desire to see his older brother, but he shook his head.
"No, he's out, which means he's safe...it'd be selfish of me to go see him," he replied. To Miranda, it sounded like he was trying to convince them both.
She knew it was only fair that they stay away and leave Dean alone. After all he'd been through, Dean deserved a happy, normal life. And she couldn't be happier for him, even if it broke her heart that it wasn't her and Dean living their lives together. Even with how much she loved him, she wouldn't make his new life complicated. In fact, when they split up, she swore to Dean and to herself that she would stay away, so that he would be safe and free. She intended to keep that promise, no matter what.
"Miranda!" Sam called to her, pulling her out of her reverie. She pushed all those thoughts out of her head, and followed Sam outside, settling into the passenger seat of his Chevy Charger. Sam pulled out of the parking lot, and headed back to their motel.
"So, now that that's done, what do we do?" Miranda asked, looking out her window. Sam shrugged.
"Guess we'll look around, and see what's what," he replied. Miranda shrugged, and nodded.
Sam parked in front of the room, and got out of the car, Miranda on his heels. As they settled down in their room, Sam's phone rang. They both sighed, knowing it was Samuel with another case. Sam looked at the phone before picking up.
"Hello? Hey, Samuel...yep, case is over...we're fine...Los Angeles? What's in L.A.?...really? Yea, sure...we'll check it out...okay...okay," he said before hanging up. He turned to Miranda who was sitting, alert, on the edge of the bed.
"Now what? Vampires, ghosts, witches...leprechauns? What are we hunting this time?" she asked. Sam's eyebrows rose, and she looked at him, her eyes growing wide.
"More demons? Seriously? What, do they come out of the woodwork?" she asked, sarcastically. Sam chuckled, and grabbed his duffel, and began packing. Muttering to herself, Mira followed suit.
They arrived in L.A in two days, and were now on their way to the morgue to look at the autopsy report. Miranda yawned as she climbed out of the car, holding onto a hot mocha from Starbucks. Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling at her posture.
"All we have to do is look at the report, and we can head back to the motel room to get some shut-eye afterwards," he said, opening the door for her to pass through in front of him.
They met a dark haired coroner at the front desk, and fished for their "CIA" badges out of their coat pockets.
"Hi, I'm Agent Page and this is Agent Dagnon," Sam said, and they showed the coroner their badges.
"Can I help you with something?" the coroner asked.
"Yes, we'd like to see the autopsy report for the murder victim brought in," Sam replied, professionally. The coroner smiled, and took them down a hallway to an office. He grabbed a file off the desk, and offered it to Sam. Sam looked through it, and pointed something out to Mira, making her eyes grow wide.
"Says here he was CIA," she said to the coroner. He nodded, sadly.
"The CIA sometimes have operatives wheeled through our doors," he responded. They finished with the coroner, and made their way to the door.
"Another demon...great," Mira muttered, before coming to a halt. Sam looked back at her, wondering why she'd stopped.
"What is it?" he asked, noticing all the color had drained from her face. He turned to see whatever she had seen, but didn't understand what it was she was seeing. Miranda stared, horrified, at the two CIA agents headed their direction. One was female, with brown hair and brown eyes. The other was older, with pale silver hair, and dark brown eyes. She started walking, her head bowed, switching to Sam's opposite side, hoping they wouldn't pay much attention to her when she passed.