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Chapter 1
"So, Nick. Tell me, why didn't you call 9-1-1 when you first heard the screams coming from the mansion?" The chief of police asked Dean once they were in the local interrogation room, which was really just a room with no windows and only one door that locked from the outside. There was a table with chairs all around it in the center, and something that Dean suspected was two-way glass on the far wall, facing the interogee.
"I didn't think. I heard the scream and I just ran in. I didn't even think to have Jake call." Dean lied smoothly.
"And your cousin? He seems like a smart boy, so why didn't he think to call himself?" The chief asked.
"He ran in with me. I guess neither of us thought of it." Dean answered.
"But you thought to take her to the hospital before doing anything, and even then didn't call 9-1-1?" The chief pushed.
"I found her and just picked her up and ran with her while Jake went back to get the car." Dean said. "Then, before I made it to the hospital Jake caught up and I put her in the backseat and got into the front one. I drove and then when we got to the hospital Jake parked it. He came in. We talked about the girl. Then you came." Dean said, trying to cover all bases.
"Uh-huh." The chief said, writing notes down on his notepad. "So, lemme understand you now; You had left your car, somewhere and were walking around town with yer cousin. When you walked by the old mansion on crest st. you heard a scream and without thinking just ran in to see what it was. You found the girl and picked her up, running with her through town to the hospital while your cousin went to get the car. But before you got to the hospital your cousin caught up with you in the car and so you put her in the back seat. No one saw you running through town on a beautiful sunny day. You drove her to the hospital and then your cousin parked it. Is that right?" The chief said.
"Yup. I guess so." Dean said.
Would it be aright if we took a look in your car?" The chief asked.
"Fine by me." Dean said, shrugging.
"Where's it parked?"
"I don't know. Jake parked it."
The chief got up and left Dean in the interrogation room.
"What happened Jake?" The deputy chief was asking Sam at the same time.
"Me and my cousin were walking around town and we heard screams when we passed the mansion and we ran in without thinking of 9-1-1. When we found her I got the car while Nick started running with her and then he put her in the back and he drove to the hospital when I caught up with them and then when we got to the hospital Nick ran in with her while I parked the car. I went in. We talked. Then you guys came." Sam answered. He and Dean hadn't rehearsed their story, but this wasn't exactly a new endeavor for them.
"Is that all?" The deputy asked.
"Yes." Sam answered.
"You said that, Nick put the girl in the backseat. Right? Would we be able to check the car?" the deputy asked as an after-thought.
"Yeah. Yeah I parked it in the hospital parking lot." Sam started. He thought for a moment and then gave as close to exact coordinates as possible, as well as a description of Deans precious car.
"Thanks." The deputy handcuffed Sam to his chair and walked out of the chief's office. Sam sighed and looked to see if there was anything he could use to get out of the handcuffs.
Meanwhile, while all that was going on with the boys, Kiara's surgery was going wonderfully. In no time at all she was stitched up and lying comfortably on a hospital bed, albeit unconscious.
However, though everything was completely calm on the outside, inside her head was a horrifying dream.
Kiara always dreamed of Hell when she was even semi-fatally injured. As long as there was a chance that her injury could kill her, when she went to sleep, it would literally be like Hell all over again.
Only this time she dreamed of her favored memory (if one can possibly call any part of Hell favorite) of Hell. She dreamed of the day see saw Dean. The first day she saw Dean. She had been in Hell for nearly forty years on earth. That would be nearly ten times that in Hell. And every day they managed to find someone knew to torture her, and they definitely always found knew ways, each more horrifying than the last. Then, one day after Dean had excepted Allistair's offer they sent him to her and he had no idea that he was torturing his own sister. That was the worst torture she had endured, but also the best time in Hell. She got a good look at him. And she embedded that in her skull. That's when she started plotting to get out and get to Sam and Dean. And then, a year later she found herself awake in a cement mausoliam. There were no marks on her shoulders. She immediately ruled out an angel, like who saved Dean. She couldn't figure out what it was. She still didn't know. But she had a theory that it was her father, John Winchester. She knew he was long dead. She knew that it didn't make sense. But every time she was near death (which, in the hunting business was quite often) she heard her dad's voice.
"This the car?" The chief asked the deputy once they'd made it to the hospital parking lot. It was. The car was parked in a corner spot, away from other cars.
"Yup. Do we toe it, or search it here?" Deputy asked.
"let's just search it." Chief answered. And so they turned the car inside out. And found not a damn thing that could make Dean and Sam look guilty, besides the blood on the backseat which checked out with their story.
"I don't get it. Now what?" Deputy asked after an hour of searching the car.
"Now we check the mansion." The chief said.
So they went to the mansion. And again, found no evidence that Sam and Dean had done anything other than what was said in their did look like there had been a struggle, but they were starting to think that maybe the boys were innocent, and it was the underage girl who was guilty.
"They check out. We don't got an'thing t'hold 'em with." Chief told Deputy, getting back into the police cruiser.
"So we let 'em go?" Deputy asked.
"I guess so." Chief answered.
They went back to the station to find Sam sleeping in what looked like an incredibly uncomfortable position, still handcuffed to the chair, and Dean drumming the beat of "Eye of the Tiger".
"You're free to go." Chief told Dean.
"Yeah!" Dean exclaimed in his overly Dean-like way.
Dean walked out of the station and found Sam waiting for him with an expression that suggested he'd only just woken up.
"We should check on the girl." Sam suggested, massaging his jaw.
"After we eat. I'm starving." Dean answered.