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Jail. It was an annoying place. Once again the cops were baffled. Dean was sitting cuffed to a desk when the cops walked away with his fingerprints. Sam shifted beside him. "We are so screwed." He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I know Sammy, we need to get out of her, before those results get back."

"Oh sure Dean, how are we going to do that?"

"Well I don't know." They lapsed into silence waiting for the authorities to return. It was twenty minutes later when they finally did.

"Alright you're coming with us for questioning, and you can stay here with my partner." The cop moved forward and unattached Sam from the table. Two officers took him out and the other sat down. He was short, well dressed with his dark hair slicked back. He opened a folder and read for a moment before looking back up at Dean.

"So you purchased the car from an online dealer?" His gaze was intense and he didn't waver.

"That's what we said, he told us that it was his and sold it to us." Lying was easy, convincing the cops after they saw his real record wouldn't be.

"So, Frank, if that is your name. What was the name of this guy who sold it to you?"

"James Wilder, he said he bought it new." Dean was sure that Sam would use the same name, that's just how things worked. As the officer wrote down the name someone entered and passed him a folder. His eyes widened and Dean cursed under his breath. Computers were getting way to fast.

"So, Dean Winchester. Apparently faked your death once before now, convicted of murder on about five or six accounts, bank robbery, attempted murder, credit card fraud, grave desecration, and now an act of terrorism." A look of pure disgust crossed his face, and Dean was confused.

"What act of terrorism?"

"Back in Colorado the building that exploded shortly after you were pronounced dead." He added air quotes around pronounced dead.

"I would like my phone call now." Bobby could get them out, and if he couldn't no one could.

"Alright I will have that arranged, by the way my name is agent Gregory." He stood and walked out, the door latching shut behind him.

"Oh we are so screwed."

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They put Sam in a room on the other side of the building, his fingers drummed against the desk as he thought. They had left him for awhile now and he guessed they were interrogating Dean first. The man that stayed with Dean entered with a folder and slid it across the table to him. "It's an interesting read." Sam pulled it to him and opened it with a grimace. "I'm agent Gregory."

"Wish I could say it's nice to meet you." Sam grumbled as he read. The terrorism act was new but expected.

"So you're Sam Winchester, the younger brother. Your girlfriend Jessica died in a fire and that's when you reunited with Dean." Sam turned his head to the side, he had stopped drumming his fingers but his foot had started tapping. He knew why, but he pushed the thought to the back of his head.

"Well why do I need to confirm it if you have my finger prints as proof?" He was agitated and it was showing.

"So how did you do it?" He sat down and pulled the file back toward him. "How did you fake your death? I know your brother's done it once before."

"I want my phone call." They needed Bobby, and they needed him quick. Still there was something else Sam needed more, he was weakening and he knew it. One thought in the back of his mind never went away. It was pulsing like a heart beat getting faster, blood...

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A normal life, that is what Bobby craved for. Ever since he met the Winchester's he knew that wasn't possible. They came to him when they had a problem they couldn't solve, and what they couldn't solve was normally bad. As he was reading up on a case he got the one phone call that would ruin his day. "Hello."

"Hey Bobby, it's dean. Uh we're kind of in jail." Bobby swore, though the news was better then he thought.

"What happened?"

"Ruby's car, we were driving it, it was stolen."

"Alright where are you?" Bobby got out a piece of paper and a pen.

"La Crosse, Wisconsin." Dean sounded worn out.

"Okay, I'll figure something out." He sighed and gripped the phone tighter.

"Hurry." The line went dead. Now it was up to him, to get two of the worlds greatest hero's out of jail.

"Well, I need more beer."

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