Currently thinking of Henriksen, sitting in his office with files spread out around him, hoping to get a jump on the Winchesters this year, when the rookie runs in, waving a map in his hand.
“Sir! I think I found something! There’s a town in California called Dublin, and they’ve got this two day celebration - sounds like the sort of thing the Winchesters would like, doesn’t it?”
His eyes are sparkling, eager.
Henriksen snorts. “I don’t think so, rookie.”
The rookie’s face falls, and he mutters, “I have a name.”
“And if you ever read the fucking file, maybe I’ll use it. The Winchesters never do anything for St. Patrick’s Day.”
“What, they got something against the Irish?”
“Nah. They do Lent. Not Catholic, and as far as we know the only vice they give up is straight-up murder, but we get forty day reprieve.”
The rookie actually looks disappointed at that. Henriksen laughs.
“Don’t worry, rookie. We’re gonna start getting reports of two men all but fucking in public, and beating down anyone who comments on it. Start getting a trail to follow. And you know what we’ll find at the end of it?”
Rookie shakes his head, eyes wide.
“The Winchesters’ Easter celebration. Get ready.”