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More random scenes from next chapter.

Harry smiled distractedly at the middle aged couple as they came up to where he sat watching Clarrisa and Xanthia run around the playground.

"Hi I'm Detective Hamilton this is Detective MacNamara, are you Harry Winchester?" she asked.

"Yes. Can I help you with something ma'am?" Harry asked cautiously. Police coming up and asking for him by name was a bit... worrisome, but he'd see what they wanted.

The man blinked at his British accent, but continued with the interview, "Dean Winchester's brother?"

"Yes."

"You hear about the trouble he's in?"

"Yes, Dad and Sam told me," Harry said, doing as they had also told him, and not volunteering any information unless directly asked.

"So you know about his being accused of murder?" the woman asked.

"I know it doesn't make sense. We weren't even in the state when all but the last one... sorry two happened." Harry shrugged. "Did you find out why the guy attacking Rebecca looked like Dean?"

"How'd you know about that?" MacNamara asked.

"Rebecca told me. She said it really freaked her out how much he looked like Dean until the real one showed up and saved her."

"How did you meet Rebecca?" Hamilton asked.

"Sam introduced us. He got an email from her about her brother Zack so we came to check on her and see if she needed anything. We were close enough that it wasn't that big of deal."

"What about school? It's the middle of the school year right?" she asked.

"I'm doing home school. It let's me travel with my family. We just found out about each other and I want to spend as much time getting to know them as possible."

"What about work? You're Dad and brothers have jobs right?"

"Mostly odd jobs for money as needed. Their real job doesn't really pay much at the moment, or ever really."

"And what job is that?"

"Promise not to laugh?" Harry asked, ready to tell the cops the sanitized story that the family had already agreed to.

"Sure." Hamilton said as MacNamara nodded in agreement.

"Paranormal investigations." Harry smiled at the incredulous looks the two cops gave him. "They, we, go around collecting local legends and ghost stories. Wendigo in Colorado, haunted lake in Wisconsin, that sort of thing. I'm helping organize all the legends that they've collected over the years and put them together into a book." Not a word a lie, not a word the truth. A good Winchester answer, especially with Dean currently in jail.

"I can see how that wouldn't pay much," MacNamara said. "Not until the books published anyway."

Harry shrugged and smiled. "That'd be nice, but we're being a bit more practical than that. Might as well do something with all those legends that they've spent the last twenty years gathering, maybe we'll make some money, maybe we won't. I'm just happy that I get to help in some way."

"But you didn't come to St. Lois looking for anything... paranormal?" Hamilton asked.

"Nope. Just to help out a friend of Sam's. We're kinda big on family and friends."

"Harry!" Clarrisa yelled as she ran up holding a large chunk of rock, thankfully not to heavy for a child of her size to carry.

"Hey Clarrisa, what do you have there?" Harry asked turning his attention to her.

"A rock!" Clarrisa said holding it out to him.

"I can see that. What do you want me to do with it?" Harry asked, thankful for both the distraction, and fact that Clarrisa was managing to act like a real kid.

"For your collection."

Harry grinned and accepted the rock, but felt grateful when he saw, or rather felt, why she wanted him to have it. "Thank you Clarrisa. I'm sure it'll make a good addition." 'Especially with the magic I can feel from it.'

Clarrisa grinned in pleasure before looking at the two watching detectives. "Who're they?"

"They're police detectives."

Clarrisa's smile turned into a frown. "They have Daddy."

"This is Dean's daughter, Clarrisa. Clarrisa this is Detective Hamilton and Detective MacNamara," Harry said, introducing everyone. He still found it funny that dad had set up Clarrisa with an identity as Dean's daughter. Sam found it funny that anyone doing any checking on Dean would believe it, even without seeing how Dean treats her.

"Nice to meet you." MacNamara said crouching down to eye level with her.

"Hi, sweety." Hamilton smiled down at the very adorable evil doll. Not that she knew that of course, she just saw a little girl.

"I don't like you." Clarrisa glared and crossed her arms with an angry pout.