Outtake One

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Supernatural or BtVS.

A/N: This is an idea I had for a flashback, taking place in 1999, during Bad Girls. I decided not to use it in the series, but thought it would be an interesting idea, so I wrote it anyway.
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Dean looked around in disbelief as he ducked under the yellow caution tape and walked into his store. He had only been in town for a couple of months - just long enough to move everything into his new house and buy the small shop. He was still marveling at how cheap everything in Sunnydale was. Sure, it made sense for prices to be so low, considering how much actually went on in the demon-infested town, but any realtor with concern for humanity would have charged much higher prices for houses, in an attempt to keep people out.
"Mr. Winchester?"
He nodded at the cop in front of him. "Yeah. What happened here?"
"A couple of teenage girls broke in." The officer looked down at his notes. "Called themselves the slayers. Some kind of girl gang. A real bad element. We had them in custody, but they managed to escape. Rest assured, sir, we're looking for them."
He felt a tingling sensation at the back of his neck and tried not to look too enthusiastic when he cleared his throat and spoke. "Slayers?"
"Yes, sir. I have to admit, we're not familiar with them, but we're looking into it."
'You wouldn't be.' Dean thought to himself, looking away as he started to smirk. "Uh, I'm not gonna press charges." He said finally.
"I'd advise you to do so."
"Nah." He shook his head, thinking of an excuse. "A gang is a gang, right? Wherever these two came from, there's bound to be more, and I don't need that kind of trouble. You understand." He glanced around, raising his voice to address the other police officers. "I've got everything under control here."
As the officer he had been speaking to turned to go, Dean grabbed his arm. "Wait. One more thing. I don't want this in the papers."
"But-"
He shook his head. "It'd be like advertising that people can just break in whenever they want, and I don't need that. Just keep this quiet."
The officer considered, then nodded. "All right."
Dean waited until the last cop car pulled away before he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and made a call. "Mom? How are you at protection spells?"