Chapter 7: The Usual Suspects - part 2


After the horrendous night of research that had led to nowhere Kate knew she was in need of some instant gratuitous satisfaction the likes of which could only be found ... with a visit to Papa John's pizza parlour.

Walking back to the motel Kate was riding high from the obscene amount of melted cheese and crispy pepperoni she had just consumed. She held in her arms another pizza loaded with the works for the boys (pepperoni, ham, sausage, peppers, mushrooms, olives) and also a box of buffalo wings for Dean. The man could be a jerk but he was growing on her and she knew he would appreciate a pick me up, especially if he had had to spend the last few hours playing the shoulder to cry on for Karen.

A smile plays about her lips as she thinks of Dean consoling Karen but as she turns the corner the smile fades as she see's that the street around the motel had been cordoned off by the local PD.

Kate quickens her pace until she is level with the police barrier; the motel parking lot is a sea of red and blue flashing lights that dance off the dirty white washed walls, making it reminiscent of a 1980's rave.

Kate flips open her mobile and tries calling Sam but gets no response. She knows she needs to ascertain what's going on, so she makes a quick scan of the area until she spots an officer who looks like he could be of assistance; given the right motivation.

The police officer looks to be about 23 years old, fresh out of the academy and currently shifting nervously from foot to foot. Leaving the food behind on a bench, she takes off her leather jacket exposing a low cut white tank top, which she wiggles down slightly to expose the red lacy bra underneath.

Kate walks purposely over to the police officer and asks coyly, "What seems to be the trouble officer?"

The officer looks Kate up and down, and trying not to linger on her chest stuttered out a standard response, "Nothing for you to worry about ma'am an arrest has just been made, the officers are just securing the site and the crime scene officer are just collecting further evidence from the scene."

"Oh my gosh, has some crime taken place, I'm meant to be staying there but if it's not safe maybe I should find somewhere else to go?"

"No ma'am just a fugitive wanted for further questioning, it shouldn't be much longer and then all residents will have access back to the motel."

Kate looks over at the motel at the same time as Sam is being marched across the parking lot in handcuffs.

"Shit," she thinks "What the hell was going on for Sam to have been arrested, crap, crap need to get more information ... going to have to pull out all the stops on Officer Blondie here."


For forty minutes Kate plays the role of dumb blonde with boobs.

"For any longer and I would be booking myself into the Playboy Mansion," she thinks to herself as she makes her way across the parking lot and back to the motel, which the police have now re-opened for residents.

She knows that her efforts at playing Crystal the not so bright have yielded her with the results she wanted but she is not sure how to proceed with the disturbing knowledge that Sam and Dean have been arrested for the double homicide of Anthony and Karen Giles.

"When the hell did Karen get murdered?" Kate thinks to herself.

She reaches her motel room and opens the doors. Her room is two floors above Sam and Dean's room, and at least 6 along. They were careful to check in separately, and Kate had also ensured to disintegrate herself from the brothers while around the motel so that no one could connect them together.

At the time Sam had thought it was a little over kill on Dean and Kate's part but now it looks like being over cautious had saved her a stint in handcuffs and would hopefully shorten the boys too.

Kate shuts the door, and begins quickly packing up her belongings and the case notes on Anthony Giles. She knows it is more than good fortune that she had been keeping the documents in her room rather that the boys.

It takes her less than 10 minutes to pack up everything, but before she leaves the motel room she grabs her duffel and heads into the bathroom.

Another 10 minutes later and Kate exits the bathroom dramatically changed from Playboy blonde to sexy brunette. Her long hair is hidden under a Mia Wallace inspired straight-banged black/brown wig, gone are the jeans and tank top and in its place is a high-waist figure-hugging black pencil, tailored jacket, and a white shirt with just the right amount of cleavage on show. To complete the ensemble she has opted for accents of red in the form of a pair of killer heels and a string of beads about her neck.

Kate leaves the motel room and heads down to the Mustang; she throws her bags in the trunk and gets into the car. Before she pulls off, she attaches her mobile to a hands free set and enters a familiar number.

A gruff voice answers after a couple of rings "You better not be ringing to moan about Dean's personal hygiene, again, I swear you two are worst ..."

Bobby Singer is cut off "Sorry, Bobby this isn't a personal call, we've hit a problem in the Giles case ..."

"What have those two idjits done now?"

"They have somehow got themselves arrested for the now double homicide of Anthony and Karen Giles. I'm going to need your help in accessing the police records while I drive over to the police department and try and bail them out."

"Sweetie if they're in for double homicide I don't think you are going to be able to bail them out."

"Bobby, you know the kind of bailing I had in mind wasn't of the legal persuasion. More I go in dressed as their lawyer from the DA's office and try and help facilitate an escape. I just need some extra Intel before I get there, as I have yet to hone my skills of computer research whilst driving."

"I'm not sure how quick you think I'm going to be..."

"Don't worry, Bobby, I might not be able to type and drive but I can talk and drive. I'll take you through what I want step by step."


Fifteen minutes later, Kate has parked the Mustang down a side alley opposite the police department.

"Well, shit Bobby that seems to put pay to that idea. I didn't think for one moment the local PD would be that quick in allocating legal representation."

Bobby grunts and says "I don't think it helped when they put Dean's prints through CODIS, to find him linked to St Louis. Not to mention the fact that he's supposed to be dead and buried up there."

"I might be able to get Sam out but they'll have Dean locked down tighter than Fort Knox if they think they've found a serial killer raised from the dead!" Kate's tone betrays the unease she is feeling over the boys' imprisonment and rescue plan.

Bobby's tone is suspiciously up beat, "I know Dean has been in plenty of tight spots before and he always manages to find his way out, that boy's slippery than an eel outta of water, so I wouldn't be worrin' too much about him." He pauses hoping the anxiety in his voice wasn't obvious to Kate before continuing quickly, "let's just concentrate on Sam and then we can formulate the Great Escape."

"You're right, Bobby, I'll head over to the precinct and scope out the situation with our jailbirds." Kate is about to end her conversation with Bobby when she glances up and catches sight of someone strangely familiar across the street.


Sam Winchester is in full escape and evade mode as he shimmies down the downpipe; he has only one thought on his mind and that is to get as far away as possible from the 5th Prescient, Baltimore.

As his feet touch down on the concrete, he quickly surveys his surroundings: North leads round the back of prescient and deeper into Baltimore's more seedy realms: "A perfect hiding place for the recently escaped," he thinks and then turns south heading onto the main sidewalk outside the police department.

"Nothing better than hiding in plain sight," Sam thinks as he strolls casually onto the sidewalk.

Sam is about to turn right and walk straight pass the local PD entrance when a flash from across the street catches his eye. He stops and focuses on the alleyway opposite; a black Ford Mustang is parked in the tiny alley right beside a dumpster.

Smiling to himself he crosses the street; he knows the car well, second only to Dean's beloved Impala. Sidling up to the passenger's side door he leans down and says "Hi Kate."