"Dean—"

"I said hurry up, Sammy!"

"Dean, calm down and listen—"

"They've got my baby, Sam, don't you tell me to calm down!"

Sam and Dean reached the parking lot, the first one chuckling to himself and the latter seeing red before his eyes, only to find the Bennett girls sitting in the front seats of the Impala, flushed, breathing heavily and wearing defeated expressions on their faces.

It was a good plan. Damn it, it was a friggin' great plan. Simple and flawless, Emma thought. Then Melody managed to snatch Dean's keys and everything would've gone smooth and simple. Easiest car theft they'd ever had. But no. The simplest car theft in their hunting career couldn't have possibly gone smooth. They got into the Impala only to find out that they couldn't even start the engine.

"Come on, come on, come on," Emma mumbled under her breath as she turned the key into the ignition one more time. Nothing happened. "Come on!"

"What happened?" Melody asked nervously. "Just take off already before they realize what we did!"

"I know, I know, but I can't. It won't start."

And then they saw Dean and Sam getting out of the diner. And Dean was practically fuming.

"Shit," Melody hissed. They were busted.

"Get out of my baby right now!" Dean raged, and the girls had no choice but to obey. They had blown their chance at friendly conversations.

Emma caught glimpse of Sam juggling something in the air. She couldn't see what it was, but it was definitely a part of the car. She widened her eyes as the pieces clicked together in her head. The bastard had seen it coming.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered, seeing his smug smile.

"That's what Dean and I would've done if we were you," he mused. "I thought it's better to be safe than sorry."

The girls looked at him in shock and even Dean was a little surprised. Clearly, the idea of taking precautions and disabling the car hadn't even crossed his mind.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he resumed yelling. "Nobody lays a hand on my baby! You should know that. You touch my baby, you die!"

Emma and Melody rolled their eyes. Who would've thought Dean Winchester was such a drama queen? Besides, there was nothing they could say at the moment. They had been caught red handed, something that had never happened before, and they had to admit they felt a little ashamed.

"Okay, okay, we get it," Emma raised her hands in front of her, surrendering. "We're sorry. We just…"

"Oh, you're not sorry yet, short stuff, but you will be," Dean threatened.

Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes again at the overly dramatic reaction. And the nickname was something she should've seen coming, considering he already called Mel Rapunzel, but she was still tempted to punch him in the gut for calling her short stuff. Sure, she was shorter than Melody and the Winchesters were both absurdly tall, but it still bugged her. However, she had just tried to steal his car, so she bit her tongue against any snarky comment she might have had coming.

Dean circled the car, opened the trunk of the Impala and then he returned with two pairs of handcuffs.

"What are you—"

She didn't get to finish her question because Dean slipped one handcuff around her wrist and the other one around his.

"What—?" Emma stuttered, too shocked to form a coherent sentence. "H—have you gone mad?"

He tossed the other pair to Sam, who moved towards Melody in order to do the same thing, but Melody took a few steps back and pointed her finger threateningly at him.

"Don't you dare, big guy," she hissed.

"Look," he watched her amused. "We can do this the hard way, or you can fight me and lose."

Melody considered fighting him and win for a few seconds, but she knew the odds weren't exactly in her favor. So she sighed and gave him her hand. Emma, on the other hand, had no intention of going quiet.

"Let me go, Dean Winchester, or I swear to God—"she was struggling irrationally to escape, since there was no other way to do that than the key to the cufflinks, and heaven knew where Dean kept it.

"Or you'll what?" he mused. "You'll probably hurt yourself. Either way, you're going with us. And I'm not letting you outta my sight, you little troublemaker, ya hear me?"

Emma groaned.

"Okay. Fine, we're going," she concealed. "Just— Just un-cuff me, okay?"

"Not gonna happen," Dean smirked.

"Fine. Then at least cuff me to Melody."

"Why? So you can come up with a new escape plan? I know how your mind works, short stuff. Mine and Sammy's work just the same."

She groaned again and admitted there was no way out of this. So she pouted and got into the car (which was uncomfortable enough, considering she was cuffed to Dean). Sam and Melody climbed into the back seat, too, after Sam did his thing and put the little piece back under the hood of the car. Emma wasn't surprised to see Mel's expression mirrored hers. The whole situation was a pain in the ass for both of them.

"Stop sulking," Dean told them as soon as he pulled out of the parking lot. "It's a long drive."

"How long?" Melody asked from the back.

"The bunker's in Kansas."

The girls groaned and went back to sulking. This was really not planned and they didn't even need to see each other's faces to agree that they needed a better escape plan. Think it through more thoroughly. But they couldn't stay with the Winchester. It was too risky, both for themselves and for the boys. A couple of sulking moments later, Melody spoke up.

"If we've still got such a long drive ahead, you could at least get us some good music."

Dean rolled his eyes, but complied, since he felt the need himself. He turned on the radio and was rewarded with his favorite song. Led Zeppelin's "Ramble on". Finally, something good in such a shitty day.

"'Atta boy," Melody smirked at him and she saw him fight a smile, too, in the rearview mirror.

It was a really really long drive. The only conversation that had been going around consisted of casual music comments exchanged between Dean and Melody and Emma's complaints about how her arm was going numb after having to follow Dean's as he was driving. But the son of a bitch had no intention of releasing her anytime soon. Melody eventually drifted off, her head falling on Sam's shoulder, and Emma was surprised to see a faint blush coloring his cheeks. She could tell by Dean's smirk than he wanted nothing more than to tease his brother about him, but Sam's glare shut him up. Emma, on the other hand, having her arm dragged along the whole time, couldn't get a single minute of sleep, as exhausted as she was.

After what felt like an infinite drive, they arrived at the bunker. Sam nudged Melody, who woke up confused at being so awkwardly close to him, and Dean and Emma hardly managed to crawl out of the car, still cuffed to each other.

"Ladies," Dean started. "Welcome to the Batcave."

But really, all they saw was a solid door that was more likely to lead to an actual underground cave rather than to a fortress, so they looked pretty skeptical. Until they entered it, that is. Because it was truly amazing. It was huge and badass and it gave them this weird feeling of security. But they shook it off quickly, refusing to let it grow on them. After all, they couldn't stay here.

The boys led them into some sort of a living-room wanna-be, but at a closer look, Emma decided it was more like a library, full of books and weapons and with tables in the center. Dean stopped and turned to Emma, a little key between his fingers.

"Can I trust you?" he asked her, watching her warily.

Absolutely friggin' not, she thought. She'd take any chance she had to take her sister and run and if the boys claimed to know how they were thinking, they should've known that. But also, she couldn't let Dean know that. So she prayed he wouldn't see through her shitty acting and put on a serious face that she hoped Dean would buy. She nodded slowly and, although he didn't look particularly convinced, he un-cuffed her and handed Sam the key to do the same with Melody.

"I'll hit the books and see if I can find anything useful in the Men of Letters' archives," Sam suggested.

"Good idea," Dean said. "Rapunzel here can help."

Melody raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

"Can I?"

"Definitely," Dean smirked back dangerously and Melody simply rolled her eyes and dropped it. "Short stuff, you're coming with me to the kitchen to get some food. I'm starving and we all need all our energy."

Emma rolled her eyes.

"You can't handle getting some food by yourself?" she mocked him.

"Nah. But you're the mastermind. I ain't letting you out of my sight."

She fought a smile and followed him. Objectively speaking, she could see his point. She shot Melody a look screaming 'Do what you've got to do and get him off your ass', looking pointedly at Sam. Melody gave a quick nod before Emma and Dean disappeared around the corner.

However, getting rid of Sam might have been easier said than done. He was smart. Sharp. If Emma was the mastermind Bennett, Sam was the mastermind Winchester and Melody had to come up with some really sneaky plan to take him down. She studied him going through several books for a couple of minutes and tried to figure out some strategy. The only way to physically do something would've been to get really close to him, catch him off guard and use her height as an advantage. But that was also easier said than done. She sighed and joined him in his research. He smiled down at her.

"I'm glad you guys decided to stay," he told her in a soft voice. There was a huge difference between how kind and friendly Sam was and the coldness and hostility of his brother.

"It's not like we had a choice," Melody rolled her eyes, but returned his smile.

"What do you mean?" Sam frowned.

She nearly high-fived herself when she realized the opening she had just created. She smiled to herself and seized the opportunity.

"Come on," she shot him a look. "You're two guys and we're two girls. Even as hunters, this is not a fair fight. Let alone the fact that you're insanely tall."

Sam looked at her with an amused expression on his face.

"What, are you kidding me?" he mused. "The fact that I'm tall and you're so much shorter is why you could've taken me out."

Melody huffed.

"Don't be absurd, there's no way in hell I could have," she insisted, praying he'd taken the bait while she tucked a blond curl behind her ear in what she hoped was a sheepish gesture.

Sam rolled his eyes and he was by her side in an instant, smiling warmly. Poor idiot, Melody thought. She almost felt bad for tricking such a nice guy.

"Let me show you," he actually offered, and Melody almost snickered. This was way too easy. "It might come in handy someday. As a hunter, you might find yourself in a similar situation again."

She nodded and tried to look focused on what he was saying.

"Your best advantage would be using your elbows," he started, flexing her arm so that he could exemplify the move. "You might want to thrust those in the solar plexus, preferably. Hurts like a son of a bitch, trust me. But settle for anywhere. Anywhere in the abdomen would be just fine enough to make him bend down a little in pain, so that you can bring your elbow up and hit him in the jaw."

He brought her elbow up with a slow, gentle move, as an example and she nodded like an obedient student. Of course, she actually knew this tactic. Both she and Emma did. It was kind of the first things they had learnt when they had become hunters, seeing as protecting themselves as women, above anything else, was a priority. But she let Sam guide her through the process, watching his guard fall down step by step.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be the jaw. Just as high as you can do. Neck's even better. Then grab his shoulders."

He turned her around and placed her hands on her shoulder and Melody found herself feeling a little flushed, but she dismissed the feeling as fast as it came over her.

"And kick him in the balls as hard as you can," he said seriously and Melody couldn't help but giggle. "I know this is the world's oldest self-defense move, but it's underrated. The effect is guaranteed."

She kept her smile on her face and moved back into the initial position he had shown her.

"So, let me see if I got this straight," she said, a wicked smile playing over her lips and was pleased to see that Sam hadn't seen it coming in the little bit. With a speed she had no idea she was capable of, she repeated his moves on him. Solar plexus, jaw (she was a little surprised that Sam had bent down enough for her to even reach his jaw), grab his shoulders, knee to the balls.

Sam fell at her feet, grunting, not completely passed out, but disoriented enough for her to escape and find Emma.

"You were right," she muttered quickly, more to herself than to Sam as she stepped over his body. "I could take you out." Then she ran off to find her sister.

For Emma, however, it was a lot easier. She made sure to stand behind Dean most of the time, struggling to find an opening and knock him out. She was surprised when Dean led her into a full kitchen. Somehow, she didn't picture any of the guys cooking.

"Grab some beer for me, would you?" Dean told her over his shoulder as he reached for a bag of food on the table.

This was the perfect occasion, Emma told herself. Moving fast, but silently, she grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge and smashed it in the back of Dean's head. He fell like a bag of potatoes, his blondish hair smeared with blood. She almost felt guilty about doing this to him, especially leaving him like this, but she had no time to feel guilty. They had to get out and be three states away by the time he woke up. God, she just hoped Mel had taken care of Sam, too.

She got out of the kitchen and headed for the library, but ran into Melody half way.

"Thank God," she whispered. "Sam?"

"Knock out," Melody grinned. "Let's go."

Emma nodded and they started to make their way to the exit. They had almost made it to the stairs when another angel appeared. Emma gasped. She knew this angel. She had seen his trenchcoat somewhere else. But before she could remember when or where, the angel put two fingers on both of their foreheads and everything went blank.