The Winchester's Living Lie Detector

Sam and Dean got out of their ‘67 Chevy Impala, both were dressed in sharp suits. Grant and Jack stood up from the backseat. The dark-haired boy turned to the nephilim, who was also severely overdressed. He looked him up and down with a small grin. Grant had to admit, Jack cleaned up nicely. The boy with the raven hair glanced down at his own tight, stuffy suit.

“Do I really have to wear this thing?” Grant asked, tugging on his tie to loosen it.

“Yes, you do and, hey-” Dean smacked the boy’s arm away, fixing the knot he had ruined. “Quit messing with it and don’t speak unless spoken to.” The blonde man stuck an accusatory finger in Grant’s face. “And no attacking people.”

“Dean,” Sam sighed with a half assed eyeroll. “Relax, he’ll be fine.”

Grant gave him an unamused glare. “You know, I lived with humans for years before meeting you.”

The two hunters and their junior associate walked into an ordinary office building, Grant trailing alongside them. They all showed their fake badges to the person at the front desk and wandered the hallway until they reached the right room.

As soon as the boys opened the door, Grant could feel a powerful aura radiating from the man behind the desk. He looked like an ordinary office worker, bland and boring as ever. His aura, however, told a different story. It was dark and foreboding, but it was different from other beasts Grant had come across.

Dean and his brother sat down on chairs adjacent to the man, while Jack and Grant sat behind them.

The man eyed the two boys curiously. “What’s with the children, fellas? Got stuck babysitting?” He chuckled, but his eyes and, more importantly, his mind were far less casual. ‘Oh god, they’re with the FBI. I hope they don’t- calm down, Brian. You didn’t do anything wrong, so you shouldn’t be worried.’

“These are our interns, graduated top of their class.” Sam responded smoothly. “They’re just here to watch.”

Dean started questioning the man and he tried his best to look cool and unaffected. In truth, he was freaking out. Grant wasn’t exactly listening to their conversation as he was far more concentrated on the thoughts in his head. As the questions progressed, his inner voice became more panicked. ‘On no, oh god. 5 people mauled to death? They’re definitely talking about Jimmy. Damn it, Jim! I knew this would happen! Now we're all in danger!’

Grant was so lost in the man’s inner dialogue that he didn’t realize that the conversation was already over and brothers were getting ready to leave. He was pulled back to reality by Sam’s hand on his shoulder. It was so unexpected that he flinched a little.

“Grant.” Sam said in a soft, yet authoritative tone. “Come on.”

The kid followed the ‘agents’ out of the room. He could tell they were all eager to hear the information he’s gathered from the man’s mind, but they waited to talk until they were outside and away from prying eyes.

As soon as they were far enough from anyone, Dean spun around, eyes locked with Grant. “So, whatcha got?”

The raven-haired boy sighed. “Well, I wasn’t really paying attention to his answers to your questions.”

Dean and Sam both shot him an unamused glare.

“But, I do know he’s not human.”

Sam tilted his head. “Do you think he did it?”

Grant shook his head. “He’s scared, like dead scared, but he didn’t do it. However, he knows who did. The guy’s name is Jimmy.”

“Jimmy who?”

“Don’t know.”

Dean’s glare deepened. “Well, aren’t you helpful?”

Grant gave him a glower of his own. “Do you refer to your friends by their full name when you're talking to yourself?”

Sam gently elbowed his brother. “He has a point. Besides, Grant did help us by confirming that Brian didn’t do it and he gave us the name of the person who did.”