Asylum
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1. Caught!
"Sam!"
"Dean."
"You can't kill me!"
An odd sight it was, seeing three young men down an alleyway just out of sight of the general public, two of them holding down the other while they all yelled at each other.
"Hurry up!"
"Dean, I can't."
"You two don't scare me!"
As funny a sight it was, an old homeless man that watched did not find it humorous, but rather frightening. Though, Dean and Sam's point of view is far more… understandable.
Dean and Sam held down the demon as best they could as Sam tried to recall the words that would banish the demon back to hell.
"Sam!" Dean yelled as the demon's fist collided with his nose.
"Dean," Sam warned, irritated that he could not remember the verse correctly.
"You can't kill me!" the demon yelled, throwing Dean off him momentarily.
Sam started chanting the words to the 'spell' pausing only twice to remember the pronunciation of a word. The demon began to struggle more as it could feel itself being ripped out of the body it had possessed, punching, scratching, and kicking whoever it could.
"Hurry up!" Dean roared after receiving a kick in the chest.
"Dean, I can't!" Sam yelled back at him, then he paused, he couldn't remember where he was up to in the verse.
"You two don't scare me!"
The demon grabbed Dean's arm and threw him into the brick wall near by. Dean hit the wall hard and was winded as he hit the ground.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, rushing to his brother's side.
Dean caught his breath and looked up at his brother. From the corner of his eye, he saw the demon run up the alleyway onto the street, taking a left turn. "SAM!"
Sam turned quickly, but didn't catch sight of the demon.
Using the support of the wall, Dean pulled himself up and was running after the demon before Sam could stop him. He turned left on the street and paused to search the surrounding area. Sam came up behind just as he spotted the demon.
"Dean!" Sam hissed quietly.
Dean ignored him and strode forward to the demon that stood meters away, mocking him.
"DEAN, NO!"
Before Dean could even turn to face his brother, he was tackled to the ground. As he hit the pavement, he slid and scraped his cheek and forehead. He could feel his blood pounding in his ear.
"Dean Winchester, you're under arrest," said a voice in his ears, and he squirmed slightly as his arms were roughly wrenched behind him and cuffed.
"Where's Sam?"
"Oh, don't worry, he'll be right behind you the whole way." The officer laughed
Just then dean caught a glimpse of two hot girls staring at him, well he thought they were staring at him. In fact, they were staring at another guy standing a few feet behind him who was staring intently at his brother Sam with him mouth wide open.
Just then a movement behind the girls caught Dean's attention, it was the pesky demon that had got him into this mess. The demon caught sight of him staring and started laughing as Dean was thrown into the back of a waiting paddy wagon.
Back at the station Dean and Sam were separated into two different interview rooms. Sam's room was quite large with a window and a desk centered in the middle surrounded with several cushioned chairs, Dean's room was small, cramped with a table and two hard wooden chairs. Dean had been alone for less than 15 minutes when the door opened to a young, good-looking brunette but, as she was just about to enter the room when a male voice called out
"Hay Kathy, you've got the other brother!"
Kathy shot a glance at Dean before stepping aside to let a forty-year-old balding man walk into the room, and by the looks of him, he was not one for jokes.
"Damn it," Dean cursed under his breath.
"What was that Mr. Winchester?" The man's voice was coarse.
"Wow, that's one I haven't heard before," Dean exclaimed sarcastically.
"Ah one for jokes are we?" the man asked as he took a seat across from Dean.
"Not really, but Kathy seams to be." Dean answered, smirking as the man shot a glance at Kathy who was standing in the doorway, trying to stifle a laugh.
Kathy quickly straightened as she met the man's glare, nodded once before leaving closing the door behind her.
Dean sighed.
"I'm detective Yates, and you sir are-"
Dean cut him off, "- Dean Winchester, yes I've discussed this before, and also the fact that a lot of women find me very attractive." He ended it with a cheesy grin.
The detective just glared at him before breaking the silence with a question.
"Do you know why you're here?"
"Yeah, I came to collect my disobedient brother but instead got thrown in here with an old fart with a bad hair cut."
The detective didn't falter at the insult, instead repeated the question.
The room was plunged into silence; Dean wasn't going to answer, so the detective waited him out. They sat in silence for a long time.
The detective was first to give in. "I can sit here all week if I have to Mr. Winchester."
Dean almost smiled. "What is it exactly you want to know?"
"First, where is John Winchester?"
Dean almost gagged. "Which John Winchester?"
"There's only one on file, but you already know that don't you, Dean?"
"Are we on first name basis now? I haven't heard yours, is it Fred?"
The detective shifted positions. "Just answer the Question, Mr. Winchester."
"Rats. I must be wrong."
The detective shifted again, uncomfortably.
Dean straightened. "I was right, wasn't I? Man, I'm good."
"Mr. Winchester, that is not relevant to this investigation. Where is your father, John Winchester?"
Dean lounges back into his chair. "Ah, that John."
"Yes, now where is he?"
"Do you want the short and sweet version, or the long and gruesome?"
The question hung in the air for a moment.
"Just answer the question, Mr. Winchester," the detective asked harshly.
"Okay, okay, gees, no need to bite my head off, we haven't come that far in our relationship to warrant that kind of behavior. Well, then again…" Dean left that thought hanging.
"The question, Mr. Winchester."
"If you really must know, he's dead."
"Dead?" said the detective, surprised. "What do you mean dead?"
"I mean he's not breathing, under the ground, dead."
"I know what dead is, Mr. Winchester."
Dean shrugged. "You asked."
"Why were you in Conventry, Connecticut?"
Something in Dean clicked into motion. "We were hunting down a demon," Dean blurted out quickly before pausing. "We're in Connecticut?" he then asked in his usual dopey tone.
The detective just looked at him confused, before asking. "Are you okay, Mr. Winchester?"
"Dandy, why do you ask?"
The detective didn't answer, instead went onto the next question. "I-"
Dean cut him off again. "I want a lawyer," he said quickly.
"Sorry, what was that Mr. Winchester," asked in disinterest.
"I-said-I-want-a-lawyer," said Dean slowly, emphasizing each work.
The detective relaxed into the back of his seat and smiled for the first time. "Why would you need a lawyer, Mr. Winchester, if you claim that you did not take part in any crime?"
"I need to write my brother a note, and since you seem to not have any paper or even a pen, I need a lawyer," Dean answered casually, it seem to him he had this all under control. He wished.
The detective shook his head and sat back up. "Mr. Winchester, your lawyer is already on the way, now I'll ask you again, why are you here in Connecticut?"
Again, something in Dean clicked, he couldn't stop himself, he had no control. "Well, we had been tracking this demon down for, what? About four months I think. At first, we just thought he was another vengeful spirit; he had already killed at least six people. But later we figure he couldn't be, he was solid and pretty much immune to silver. Then we figured that maybe he was a corpse raised from the dead, with a bit of voodoo. The only problem was the guy we were hunting down was still alive, he hadn't even been reported missing yet, so we figured demon possession."
The detective sat there, amazed at how Dean seemed to 'lie' so easily. He couldn't believe the nerves of him, though he sat there quietly listening to Dean's every word.
"And, yeah, that's it," Dean finally finished.
"Um…thank you, Mr. Winchester," said the detective, standing. "I'll discuss that with my partner, and send in your lawyer, he should be here by now."
Detective Yates closed the door behind him as he let in Dean's lawyer and left the interview room, Dean was either an extremely good liar, or extremely crazy. Yates nearly ran into his partner as he rounded the corner. "Sorry Kathy, what did the other brother say?"
His partner shrugged. "The guy is crazy, raving on about he and his brother were hunting down a demon. What do their past records say?"
"Sam's clean nothing can pin him down, but Dean we can pin him down for almost every crime imaginable," answered Yates. "But we just received a tape of a past interview, I was going to-"
At that moment the Dean's lawyer come out of the interview room looking dumbfounded by a note in his hand. Yates rushed back down the corridor.
"What is it?" He regretted it as soon as he said it. This was a lawyer, he's not going to share anything about his client that will take him down.
Surprisingly, the lawyer handed him the note and walked down the corridor out of sight. Kathy came up beside him, eager to know what was written on the note. It read:
Damn you, Sam! Why do you always get the good lookin' cops?
Kathy laughed when she read the note, and Yates almost smiled. He had to admit these guys were good.
Yates cursed when his pager went off, "Sorry Kathy, I got to take this."
Kathy shrugged. "I'll just be in the taping room if you need me." She took off around the corner as Yates went back the way he was going, shoving the note in his pocket. He was in his office within minutes, and on the phone within another. But he wasn't prepared for what was to happen.
"Detective Yates."
The detectives face turned to shock.
"You actually caught them?"
"Let me get this straight, they didn't hand themselves in?"
"No, no don't bother I've got to ring up anyway, I have another couple that I 'm sending there too, I'll just send them to the same one, oh and keep them overnight I want to speak with them."
He smiled to himself.
"Of course, thank you."
The detective hung up and rang another number. He waited out four rings before someone picked up the phone.
"Detective Yates here, do you have enough space for five more?"
"Only one?"
He sighed. "Don't worry, I'll ring the other one, thank you for your help."
He hung up the phone and tried another number. No one answered. He tried one last number. They picked up on the first ring.
"It's detective Yates here, do you have enough room for five more?"
"Yes, thank you, would I be able to speak to Doctor Lawter?"
He tapped his foot impatiently waiting for the doctor to pick up.
"Yes, Detective Yates of Connecticut Federal police. We found them."
"Surprisingly no, do you think you'll be able to handle them?"
Yates smiled. "Of course, we'll send the two now, and the others will be there within the week."
"Thank you, take care."
The detective nearly jumped and whooped in the air, today was one hell of a day.
First chapter finished! Next chapter is even better than this one! Asylum here we come! Please R & R… Thanks Izzy, Risha, & Demitri