lazaruscomplex:
he can’t afford compassion, not when there’s a trail of bodies and mourning families. and if the cops say this kid’s a person interest, then dean fully intends to carry it through, to get to the bottom of it without letting anything cloud his judgement.
“i never said y’did it.” dean’s not too proud about ignoring the comment about his kid’s mom, but it’s what he has to do, and dean pushes it to the back of his mind, focusing solely on the deaths and the guy in front of him. he doesn’t look like a killer—-certainly doesn’t look like a wrath.
( not that dean’s sure that’s what killed them. it’s just a guess. )
“okay, look… is there anything you can maybe tell me about your co-workers or the victims? anything out of the ordinary, anyone strange hangin’ out around the place?”
❛ you implied it. ❜ his own future co-workers implied that because he was there every night of every death that he either knows who’s doing it & is protecting them ( which he would never do for anyone but his daughter. ) or he’s the one killing them.
❛ nothing strange. ❜ he’s lying but he can’t outright tell the other about the supernatural scents that are plaguing the place that jaxson can’t quite find the source of or he’d look like a LOONY & he really just wants to get home.
❛ i only moved here a couple months ago. i don’t know that many people. you’re better off talking to the vets. ❜ the veteran dancers are legends & know everything there is to know about the club. he shuffles uncomfortable as his phone continuously buzzes in his pocket, he knows who it is --- knows how urgent it is that he gets home but this fed doesn’t seem to believe him. ❛ i’m working two jobs, raising a kid & trying to get a decent job at the station. i don’t know people here, i don’t talk to them unless i’m asking them to cover shifts. ❜
