#This mostly just like another reg ep of spn

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I Can Explain | Team Free Will and Det. Loki (Oneshot)

Trope Prompt: Mythology

Words: 2675

Fandom: Supernatural/Prisoners (2013)

Warning: Usual SPN gore/violence and minor swearing

Summary: A recent case leads you and the Winchester boys to Conyers where a certain detective becomes immediately suspicious of you.

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The sun was slowly crawling up the sky, casting a faint glow of a small town of Conyers. Near the edge of town, outlined by the thick woods, a jogger passes by with his earbuds playing an upbeat song. He was about to pass a small, almost obscure trail into the woods when he heard a soft wail. He didn’t pay much attention to it until he was a good five feet away when the cries grew louder.

The jogger paused, pulling his earbuds out and turned. That was definitely a baby’s cry. What was it doing out here in the woods? He walked back the way he came until he reached the trail, fishing out his phone and paused his music, switching on his flashlight instead. He crept through, brushing away overhanging  branches, his feet crunching on the leaves below.

“What are you doing here?” he wondered once he reached the source. His eyes widened at the sudden realization of what it was, but it was too late to put it down now.

Blood splatters on the trees and nearby foliage, followed by a heavy thud, his phone and earbuds abandoned on the forest floor.

-

My Chemical Romance played through what used to be a relatively quiet bunker as you made breakfast for you and the boys. There wasn’t much food in the fridge, since Dean forgot to do a grocery run when he said he would, so a simple eggs and bacon breakfast would have to do.

“It’d be nice to have some pie right now, just saying,” Dean called out from the long table as he cleaned his gun.

You turned around, spatula in hand, and glared at him. “I would bake it if someone had bought the ingredients I asked for,” you shot back.

“What, did we run out of apples or something? Just use something else.” Sam scoffed and shook his head at his brother, his eyes not leaving his computer. “What, Sam? Do you know how many types of pies there are?”

“Yeah, a lot, but you can’t make a pie if there’s no butter or flour,” Sam said, giving him a pointed look.

“Next time I’m just going to give you a pie tray full of whip cream and slam your face in it,” you muttered, turning back to the stove.

“Yeah, that’s cute coming from someone wearing a ‘Kiss the Chef’ floral apron,” Dean said.

You were about to snap at him when Sam cleared his throat. “So, anyways, there’s a case up in Pennsylvania about people going missing with their bodies found later in the middle of the woods,” he read off the article.

“So what, creepy killer stalking the woods?” Dean went to take a swig of his beer, but you slapped his hand away, placing a plate in front of him and Sam.

“But, get this, the bodies have been found mauled to death by a creature that is yet to be identified. This is a rare occurrence for the town to have this much deaths in a short amount of time, let alone an animal attack. The town is usually quiet and peaceful, the only big scandal they had was the discovery of a local couple who had been kidnapping children since the death of their son as a declaration of war on god.”

“What the hell?” you muttered under your breath.

“The husband was found dead in a secret basement of one of the local priests after he confessed to the kidnapping and murders. The wife was later confronted and shot after attempting to shoot the detective that was on the case. The investigation had started after two girls were kidnapped on Thanksgiving. After a few days of them being missing, one of the girls’ father acted on his own and kidnapped one of the suspects before being taken by the actual kidnapper. The two girls were found and he was found alive in a pit hidden in the couple’s backyard. He was given a sentence for his crimes and was later released on parole.”

Dean blinked in disbelief. “That was a wild roller coaster there,” he said, stuffing his face with food.

“You think it’s a werewolf?” you asked.

“Maybe. I think we should check it out,” Sam said. You nodded, looking over to Dean to see what he thinks.

“Why not? But if it’s another case of small town crazies, we are out of there,” Dean mumbled.

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Detective David Loki narrowed his eyes as the two strange federal agents walked into the police station, requesting to see the chief. The shorter of the two nodded at the officers as they passed, grabbing a donut from a desk and shoving it in his mouth.

Loki had been assigned to the case when the first victim appeared. It was treated as a missing persons case at first, until the body turned up like they were attacked by a wild animal. There was no way that there would be a wild animal hunting this close to town.

The two federal agents walked out of the chief’s office after an introduction and discussion, the chief leading them over to Loki’s desk. He sighed, crossing his arms as he sat on his desk. From the corner of his eye, he could see the other officers turning away, awaiting for another Detective Loki outburst.

“Detective Loki, this is federal agent Twist and Del Mar,” the chief introduced, both of the agents nodding their heads at him, “agents, this is detective Loki.”

“Detective Loki, we’ve heard so much about you,” the taller one said, offering him a hand. Loki looked at it, then decided to be civil and took it. “I’m agent Twist.”

“Yeah, we heard about that kidnapping case that happened a couple of years ago. You have an impressive track record,” the other one said, shaking his hand.

Loki frowned. “What are federal agents doing investigating a wild animal attack?” he questioned, his eyes blinking from his frustrations.

“Well, it’s a violent crime, which falls within our jurisdiction. Several deaths with the same causes within a short time frame, that’s not just an animal attack, is it? Especially for a town that’s never had a major animal attack,” ‘Agent Del Mar’ said.

“I know that you’ve started on the case, so it seemed fit that you should be the one to aid them in their investigation,” the chief said, looking at Loki as if waiting for the detective to challenge him. “These are no longer missing persons investigation.”

Loki inhaled sharply and pushed himself off the desk. “Okay, then,” he said, his eyes blinking again as he restrained himself. He needed to pick and choose his battles and they better not get in his way.

“Good,” the chief said slowly, looking between the three men before going back to his office.

“Great, where do we start?” ‘Agent Twist’ asked, trying to be a team player and not start a confrontation as soon as they arrived.

Loki walked over to his locked file cabinet and pulled out the victims’ profiles. He slammed the stack onto the desk and gestured towards it. “Victims’ profiles and testimonies,” he said before grabbing his jacket, “I’ve got another case to look into. Let’s see if it’s more than a wild animal.”

Once Loki was out of sight, Dean’s friendly mask fell off as he looked to his brother and scoffed. “What’s up his ass?”

Sam sighed, tilting his head. “Well, could be worse. Let’s just get started so we can end this sooner.” His phone buzzed as you sent him a text. “(Y/n) got us some take-out from the Chinese diner we passed by earlier. Hopefully she’s got something. Plus, you get to gossip about the uptight detective with her.”

“Hey, I do not gossip, okay?” Dean defended, pointing a finger at him. “I just got a lot to discuss and they’re usually the best one to talk to about this kind of stuff.”

He picked up only one file folder from the desk, leaving Sam to take the rest as he started to walk away. Sam sighed, scooping up the stack and followed his older brother out to the Impala.

-

“You think he suspects you guys already?” you asked after Dean ranted about the detective. You popped an orange chicken into your mouth and looked at the brothers expectantly.

“The dude’s probably suspicious of everyone,” Dean remarked.

The three of you were sitting around the motel room, three folders opened on the bed and table, displaying the victims’ descriptions and pictures of the crime scene and evidence found. You were sat cross-legged on the bed, a take-out box in hand, next to Dean, while Sam sat at the table with his laptop.

While the boys were busy playing FBI at the police station, got looked into the town’s history and animal sightings to be sure. Most of the wildlife around the woods were relatively harmless and a few come out during certain seasons. You’ve checked the nearby towns as well, and none of them have dealt with this kind of case.

Only one victim had been with someone on the night that they were killed. The friend claimed to be on the lookout while the victim had gone off to the woods to relieve themselves when they couldn’t hold it. She confessed that they were slightly drunk that night and her memory wasn’t that clear. All she knew was that the victim screamed, which was when she ran to check on her and found the body. She didn’t see anyone around.

“Well, it can’t be a werewolf,” you said, placing your now empty takeout box to the side and grabbed one of the files, “Coroner’s notes say the heart is still intact and most of the body is intact as well. But the round marks by their neck might be from, I don’t know, a type of vampire? The bodies are drained of blood. There needs to be more than what the witness let on.”

Dean grimaced. “This detective moves fast. Since when do police actually make this much progress? They usually brush it off as animal attacks and move on. They don’t go interviewing victims’ friends and families for testimonies. I swear, if that son of a bitch gets in our way… ”

-

Loki had finished questioning the witness again in order to figure out where the fake federal agents were heading. She confessed that she hadn’t told him everything the first time, fearing that he wouldn’t believe her and she wasn’t sure if she believed what she saw.

She told the agents that when she tried to check on her friend, she heard a baby crying, so she panicked. When she reached her friend’s body, she saw this black bird fly away, letting out a squawk that eerily sounded like a baby. Something was going on and the agents seem to know what.

He found himself knocking on the motel door of the agents, which was easily confirmed from the guestbook and the Impala in the parking lot. He heard shuffling inside and he was ready to interrogate them when you opened the door. His eyes began to blink rapidly as he was taken aback by your sudden appearance.

“You must be detective Loki,” you said, smiling at him. “The boys told me so much about you.”

Dean’s description of him didn’t do him justice. Well, Dean’s description was him being the lovechild of Batman and Joker with a stick up his ass. He’s not completely off. The detective’s blue eyes stood out against his dark hair and dark attire, tattoos peeking from his collar and on his fingers.

“Yes, I… Let me get straight to the point. Who the hell are you guys exactly? You’re not federal agents,” he said, his eyes blinking.

You sighed, looking around the outside of the room before inviting him in. He immediately took in the room and your belongings, looking for any red flags. Loki’s eyes narrowed as he spotted a sheathed machete on the bed.

You let out a sheepish smile as he turned to you. “I can explain,” you said slowly. You opened up your mouth but nothing comes to mind. “Actually I don’t know how to explain. I’ve never had to do this talk before, um… this is not what it looks like.”

“You’re not federal agents,” he repeated, pointing a finger at you, “Then what are you?”

“We’re… hunters of a different nature, me and the Winchesters,” you said, sitting down at the table. You scratched your head, then decided to show him your research. “When you were investigating, did you ever notice how… unnatural something is? That it’s nothing that your general knowledge could explain?”

“You’re saying that the killings and the baby are connected?” Loki asked in disbelief, his hands placed on his hips. He let out a bitter laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I didn’t say anything about a baby,” you said with a small smirk. “Listen, detective Loki, I’m going to explain to you what’s going on, but you have to be open-minded about it, okay? In fact, I didn’t have to tell you anything if I wanted to, but I am.”

Loki sighed, sitting across from you. “I think I’m going insane,” he muttered, blinking. You turned the laptop towards him so he could read the article. “Tiyanak? What the hell is that?”

“It’s a vampiric creature from Filipino mythology that takes the form of a baby and use its cry to lure travelers in before killing them. There are various versions of the vampires in the Philippines, but the common theme is that a Tiyanak is believed to be the spirit of an unborn child. Right before the killings started, a woman said to be pregnant when she had fallen ill and had passed away in the hospital and was buried shortly after. Something happened to manifest the unborn child, thus creating the Tiyanak. We think it might be an object that the woman carried with her, something she brought back when she was visiting family in the Philippines.”

“So, so, so, wait… wait a minute,” Loki said, scrubbing his face. “Okay, so this Tanyak-”

“Tiyanak.”

“This Tiyanak has been killing people by luring them into the woods. So, you’re saying that you guys are some kind of vampire hunters?” he asked incredulously.

“Well, we also hunt ghosts, werewolves, demons, and everything else that goes bump in the night,” you said with a shrug.

“Like those dumb vloggers, Ghostfacers?”

“No! Nothing like them. No, we’re actual… professionals, so to speak.”

Loki sighed, leaning back in his chair. “And where are these… Winchesters?”

“Hm? Oh, they’re out taking care of the Tiyanak while I distract you. They noticed that you were following them around town and it was starting to annoy them. Well, mostly Dean, but, you know… ”

“So you could be lying about this,”  he accused, his blinking coming back again. He shook his head, wondering how he got in this situation.

“But, I’m not, so we’re just going to sit here in awkward silence until they come back,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I could just leave.”

“I could do a lot of things to you right now, but I won’t.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, detective?”

-

Sam and Dean drove into their parking spot at the motel, exhausted and dirty from dealing with a vampiric baby in the woods. They climbed out of the Impala and noticed the detective’s car was still there.

“You think they killed him?” Sam joked.

“Well, they better not being doing anything else on that bed,” Dean grunted, making his way to the motel room.

He frowned, pressing his ear against the door and heard two people laughing. He opened it to find you and the detective binge watching the Ghostfacers web series. You were sitting right next to each other at the table with Loki’s arm slung around your shoulder.

“What the hell is this?”