Sorry for the delay folks, life sucks very much. damn dad. anyways heres the second chapter of this series I'm sorry for being so damn late. this is WAY overdue. So as a treat I'm putting up extra chapters. Hope I haven't lost anyone.

Amy

"Julia's in trouble." I said, closing the flip phone and handing it back to Dean. I ran through my head her last words, remembering their meaning.

Dean watched me closely, trying to read me. His eyebrows were furrowed, jaw tight. I heard the question in his mind before he spoke it. And answered it as his lips parted.

"I don't think you want to know." I said and started walking towards my black Kawasaki Ninja 650 r.

It was good to hear from Julia after 7 days of nothing. When I tried scrying for her I couldn't pin point her exact location. It was like she had dropped of the face of the planet. Her calling was a blessing, for everyone. Especially Dean, who for the 7 days had papers and notes spread everywhere in the hotel room looking for her. We thought maybe hell had claimed her.

"Why wouldn't I want to know?" Dean asked angrily and grabbed my arm.

I spun around to face him and ripped away from his grasp. I couldn't linger, time was running out. Sam stood behind his brother looking grave. Assuming the worse Dean glared into my eyes. His mind blank of any thought besides his concern for Julia. We were all worried and even though I wanted to rip Dean a new one for wasting my time I controlled my anger and replied;

"Because if you knew, you'd be in danger too." I slipped my helmet on and onto the bike. Turning the key, the engine roared to life.

"What is this, some god damn movie?" Dean yelled at me.

Dean pressed his lips into a thin line, which looked funny considering how full his lips are. A rough plan was starting to form in my mind. But I needed help if it was gonna work. I knew Sam and Dean couldn't walk inside the jail with me, they were too wanted by the police. Pushing Dean's concerns away I reached out towards Sam mentally. Sam would listen I knew it, Dean would want to go in guns blazing.

I kept thinking get a van. Get a van. But when I looked at Sam for a response he didn't seem to hear me. His face just looked worried. Dean was still talking to me but I couldn't hear him. Straining I shoved my whole thought at Sam.

VAN!!!!

Sam let out a loud yelp and fell backwards, all arms and legs, holding his head. He groaned and Dean rushed to his side like a good brother. Dean grabbed Sam's shoulders and help him up into a sitting position.

"Sam?" dean asked worriedly

Sam groaned in reply and shielded half his face from Dean. Looking at me softly, the younger brother nodded his head and gave me a weak smile. Showing he understood, and that he got my message.

Sorry. I thought and gave him a sheepish smile.

Dean looked at his brother then me, knowing something had passed between us and irritated that he didn't know. Dean stood up and helped up his brother, shoving the bike into gear I started to move out of the parking lot. Dean started yelling at me but I didn't hear him as I revved the bike and shot out of the parking lot of the hotel and down the road. Leaving the brothers behind in a cloud of dust. The only thing on my mind was Julia's message as the distance was eaten away.

Say hi to fluffy, let him out of his cage every now and then.

Basically put, it meant she was in jail and that it was going bad. Very very bad. Death penalty bad. And I didn't know how much time I had left before that happened either. Urging the bike to go faster I knew I had to stop at one place before helping Julia.

Coming out of the University's store, I opened the bag and pushed aside the bone white lab coat. Grabbing the name tag holder I put my fake ID in it and slipped it into my jean pocket. Scrunching down the bag I slipped it into the compartment that served as my seat where a Beretta 92FS lay and some silver bullets, took up most of the space. I had to say that this addition, even though it was a pain in the ass to put in, was handy. Kicking the bike back into gear I sped off towards the jail.

Not to long after the jail loomed off the side of the road. I switched lanes, pressing my bike to turn into the lane where a toll booth stood in my way to the parking lot. A guard stepped out of the room and stood in my way. He waved me to a stop. I flipped open my visor.

"Name?"

Pulling out my name tag I flashed it at him.

"Jessica Gray. Coroner. I'm here for Julia Master's body."

The guard cocked an eyebrow at me, looking me up and down. Eyes linger at my chest. "You expect me to believe that your a coroner? Where's the van and your crew?"

Irritation flared up in me and I gave him a cold glare, ready to give him part of my mind. "I got a call early this morning to pick up this bitch's body on my day off. So I didn't have the time to dress up for the dead and grab my Hearse. Now its up to you, you can either move the hell-out of my way so I can do my job, or you can make me more late than I already am."

The guard had an annoyed look on his face, jaw set and muscle jumping quickly on the lower jaw. Inhaling sharply the guard started to reply to the rant when someone in a dingy blue van pulled up. I looked behind me and smiled. Just in time.

"Lets get this party started!" Dean roared hanging part way out of the drivers window. He smiled at the guard and gave him the rock on sign. Sam looked at me from the passengers seat and grinned. Relief flooded my heart and I looked at the grumpy guard. He shut his mouth, looked at us once more and waved us through the gate and told us where to go.

Parking the vehicles at the back entrance of where I was supposed to go I pulled out the lab-coat and slipped it on. Trying to make myself look at least half the part. I smoothed my helmet hair and clipped the tag on the breast pocket lip.

"Doctor?," Dean asked cocking an eyebrow, "Why not guard?" He stepped closer to me and looked at the occupation under my fake name. He tensed as he realized what was happening. "Coroner? Amy what the hell is going on?" He said coldly looking me dead in the face.

I thanked god that I had put up my mental blocks after my last chat with Dean. I didn't want to hear what he was thinking, the anger rolling off him was enough to make me sick. Sam figured out what was happening as well and grabbed his brother's arm.

"Dean." he warned.

Not the best planning, I groaned to myself. Time felt like it was running out, no room to explain! Looking at Sam desperately I said,

"Dean. She didn't want you to-"

"I DON"T CARE! I thought this was a prison break!" he roared and strained against his brothers grip. "Not some body pick up!"

"I"m sorry there's no time for this." I said sternly and started backing up, "Both of you need to stay here. She wanted to protect you."

"I don't care! I"m not sitting here! Im not waiting for you to come out!" Dean hissed.

His emotions overwhelmed me mental wall and flooded my mind, his thoughts shoved its way into mine and I felt sick. I started to shake, his thoughts drowning mine and I screamed;

"STOP IT!"

With those words I had given a mental shove at Dean's thoughts and the brothers rolled back from the wave of power. Dean looked at me angrily but didn't say a word. Setting my jaw in place I turned away, shaking and opened the door behind me. No destination in mind other than to find my cousin. This was where I winged the rest of the operation. I hadn't a clue where to look for her.

Storming through the dimly lit, creepy hall I reached out with my mind, hoping somehow I could feel her. A door ahead to my left opened. A balding older man stepped out, in a white coat, he looked up.

"Oh!" He slowly said and grinned at me, he squinted at my name tag and beamed up at me. "Ms. Grey! I was about to call. They are ready. I"m Doctor Nedwit, by the way."

He held out a sweaty old hand to me.

"Great. Lead the way." I said flatly and ignored the handshake, the whole time tuning out his vice and blocking out his dirty thoughts from my mind. The mental walls stronger now then ever.

Opening the steel door for me he led me to a tiled room. Where a steel table with black rubber wheels was placed smack dab in the middle of the room. My heart seized at who I saw on the table.

"Julia..." I whispered

"Hmm? You say something?" asked Doctor Nedwit.

"No. Proceed." I responded coldly. I couldn't blow my cover.

Julia turned her head to look at me, her face void of emotion, dark eyes staring at me coldly and lacking recognition. It chilled me to the bone, but I knew it was all part of the act. Opening my mind to her thoughts I was surprised to find no emotion assaulting me. Only the slight burn of anger.

Dad. Dad was here. Nothing's changed. Get me out of here before I kill him. I swear to god I'll hunt him down. she thought angrily before shoving me out of her head and closed me off.

Trying to keep my face empty of any emotion I stepped back, turning my eyes downward feeling helpless. How to do this? I wondered. What would happen when the needle touched her? Stop it! I can't think like that!"

"Okay miss, its your time to go." Nedwit said to Julia, "Won't hurt a bit."

"Liar." Julia spat. "Just get it over with so I can die."

Nedwit was about to say something when a bodiless voice filled the room. "Nedwit get this over with so we can go on with our lives and get some joe. And so the Coroner can get on her way."

The voice irritated me and I looked behind me into a clear glass room. Three men stood there watching this happen. Waiting for my cousin to die. I tried to control myself from saying something stupid at the man who spoke. He seemed to be some general of some sort. The other two were cops and one was all to familiar.

His hair looked like it had been slicked back before, but had run his hands through it to many times during the day. The angular face was stern but traces of sorrow lay there, the eyes were filled with regret.

Julia, I'm so sorry. he thought before sad, dark eyes looked at me and grew big in recognition.

Spinning away my heart thumped wildly in my chest. What the hell was Jake doing here? Damn it we were in trouble now! Taking a few steps forward I went to grab the table and push it out of here. Screw doing this quietly. There wasn't a chance in hell now.

"Ms. Grey, give it a minute to run its course." Nedwit said quietly, sliding a long needle into a tube that was in the crook of Julia's elbow.

My heart seized, I was to late! Pulling the needle out he stepped back and put it on a metal tray. NO! NO! I thought as Julia spasemed before me.

"Ms Grey are you alright?" Nedwit asked stepping forward.

Blinking back hot tears I watched the posion take effect on my cousin. Her dark eyes turned to look at me, laced with pain before they glazed over in death. My heart stopped and a tear feel onto my cousins hand. Grasping her wrist I felt for any pulse but it was gone. Shaking I pulled away. Even though I knew she could heal, it was horrifying to watch her die.

"She's gone." I croaked.

Nedwit watched me, a look of confusion on his features. He grabbed a clipboardd and handed it to me. I stared at it in confusion.

"To sign the body out." he said.

I wanted to scream that Julia was not some body. Ripping the board from his hands I scribbled Screw you on teh signuature line and shoved it back to him. Fumbling the board in his hnds he set it down and opened the door for me. Glancing back at the glass room I was relieved to see that Jake was stuck talking to the general. He looked at me frantically and I turned away, we didn't need this. We didn't need him stopping us.

"Have fun." Nedwit said.

Pushing the table out into the cold hallway I slowly made my way out of the building. Trying so hard not to cry, trying so hard not to look down and see my cousins cold, lifeless body. I wanted to run but Doctor Nedwit was watching me walk away. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I stopped to pull it out.

"What?" I said, feeling numb.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Sam asked.

"Just get the van ready." I replied and hung up.

"Am-Ms. Grey!!" a voice behind me shouted.

My heart froze, as Jake ran towards me. DAMN IT! I thought. Muscles bounced and I threw all my strength into running with the table towards the back doors. Which seemed to be forever away. Why now? I thought miserably. Suddenly the backdoors were right in front of me and opened. For a terrifying moment I thought it was the police, that Jake had called up for backup or something. Instead Sam stood there, waiting.

"TAKE HER!" I screamed.

Without a delya Sam scooped up Julia's body and went outside. I spun around as Jake closed the distance between us. Grabbing the empty table I pushed it towards him, turned away and ran out the door. Sunlight burst out around me as the light blinded me but I kept running. Dean was stepping out of the van as Sam half ran towards the back of the vehcile.

"Drive Dean." I yelled and leaped onto my motorcycle, half tempted into grabbing my gun.

Cranking on the engine I spun the bike out towards the entrance. Shooting past the van I screamed at the guard to open the gate. He barely got it open before I flew by, the brothers close behind. Distance! We needed distance!!!