The Family Business (Dark Au, closed rp)
It was rather common for there to be police sirens whirring in the streets of California these days. Not that it was a good thing, but the authorities were stumped and every week people disappeared without a trace, reappearing after weeks, mutilated, bruised and dumped in a ditch. They had no leads and none of the victims had been linked. All they really knew that the Winchesters were, violent with satanic tendencies.
The Winchesters were what they had called the two serial killers. There was no way to know if there name was really 'Winchester' or if they were really brothers, but that had been the name that had terrified most of California.
It had been over two months now, since the killing had started both of the boys were sitting in there hideout, (or as Dean knew it, the batcave) arguing about their newest 'toy'.
"Dean, we agreed to wait and see, y'know collect more info until we took her. Remember?!" Sam paced up and down the dark room, running his hand through his hair. "You're getting too reckless!"
His brother just stood next to the chair with their victim, polishing his collection of tools that sat on a side table near to him, ignoring Sam. When he assumed his brother had finished his hissy fit he pointed his knife towards him. "Listen Sammy, I know what i'm doing. Those idiot's are too busy chasing their own tails to even see what's right in front of them."
Seeing out of the corner of his eye, the girl move he smirked, clicking his tongue over his teeth and putting the knife down carefully.
"Game on Sammy. Game on."