Title: Low rent rendezvous. (this title was taken from a song by Alan Jackson)

Author: Mittel

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairings: None

Spoilers: None specifically, but both seasons to be safe

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Winchesters, I am just borrowing them. No money is being made, so please do not sue.

Notes: This is something that just wouldn't get out of my head and I had to write it down. It's just a one shot, but I hope you enjoy it. Please review.


I cannot believe this happened again.

I mean come on, how many times can we get caught by the cops and thrown in jail before they give up?

Dean sighed, looking at the one-way mirror he was facing in the interrogation room and wondered where Sam was. He knew that he was somewhere in another room, locked in this same building in some nowhere town.

He turned his head as the door opened and Sam was led in. What the hell? They never put us in the same room. It goes against the police code or something.

The deputy was frowning, but just told them their lawyer would be right in. He was right, she walked in as soon as he was gone and sat across from them.

"Samuel and Dean Winchester; my name is Alexandra Hemmingway and I am your public defender. Would you like to tell me what happened?"

She acted professionally, her voice cool as she looked over their file while waiting for them to speak.

Sammy boy was ever the optimist, spouting off a story they had agreed on to try and convince her of their innocence.

But even he fell silent as she suddenly glanced at the camera, snapped her fingers and leaned across the table. Her voice was low and clipped, sharing something important.

"Listen, there isn't much time. The guards change at 12:05 and at precisely that moment there will be a distraction. Use this to escape, then go to the second motel listed in the yellow pages. Tell the attendant you are there to meet Alexandra Freemont. Dean, you are now Corey Jennings, and David is his kid brother." Looking at Sam, she slipped him a lockpick and the freshly made ids that verified the names. "You will pick up a packet in the room, and it will give you further directions. Do you understand?"

Sam nodded, slipping the contraband into his sock and settling back in the chair. "We've got it. But who are you? Why are you helping us?"

She just proceeded to look at the file again, and snapped her fingers once again.

"Well, I'll see what can be done, Mr. Winchester, but as of right now things don't look good for you." She looked up as the deputy came back inside. "Yes, deputy?"

The deputy nodded at her "Ma'am, we've got orders to put them back in their cells. You can come back in the morning if you have any more questions for them."

She smiled politely and stood, gathering her things. "Of course, I'll do just that. Have a good evening, deputy."

Dean watched in a morbid fascination as she left, not once looking back.


A half hour after midnight, they found a packet of information and directions on the bed in the hotel room, just as she had said. Apparently there was another job for them – somewhere in Colorado.

But it was the last line on the page that caught his attention.

Keep the ids, the names fit and they are actually legitimate. You'll find a pair of matching social security cards in the envelope as well. Good luck – Alexandra.

Dean just shook his head, wondering just who she is and why he was alone in this low rent rendezvous.