When he got back out the yard he told Sam what had happened. The killer was a nurse that must have worked at the prison. After talking to Randall, and having to give him two packs of cigarettes, they found out they were dealing with Nurse Glockner. She was a nasty woman who had it out for convicts. Guys would go in with a cold and go out in body bags. As close as they could figure, her victims were people who broke the law, people who were unjust. From the door they heard their name.

"Winchester!" They both looked over. "Sam."

He glanced to Dean with a shrug and followed the guard inside.

"You got a visitor."

They took him through the halls to one of those visitation rooms with the glass windows and phones on each side. He laughed when he saw Kayla sitting in the chair, already with a phone in hand, looking at him expectantly. He shook his head, sat down and picked up the receiver.

"When they said I had a visitor, I had no idea."

"Yeah well, I did already get to talk to Dean. How are you doing?"

"Fine, it's not that bad. It took Dean all of five minutes to adapt to the prison lifestyle."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"We're getting some good leads, but we're missing some information. You think you could do some quick research?"

"I'll do what I can."

"Look for a Nurse Glockner, would have worked here in the seventies. Find out how she died and what they did with the body."

"Can do. Hey um…you sure you're ok? Because I'll come in there and start pushing people around. Don't let anyone mess with you."

He smiled faintly. "No one is messing with me."

"You need me to get on to Dean? 'Cause he can't mess with you either."

"It's fine."

"Alright. Good luck then, we looking at a time line?"

"It's um…" he glanced to the guard. "Yeah. I'll have them get Dean, look that up for us ok?"

"Yep."

She watched them take him out of the room, a few minutes later Dean walked in and picked up the phone.

"I see how it is." Calling Sam in first.

She laughed. "Hey. I'm gonna look that stuff up, I couldn't even bring my cell phone in here." When he turned his head more she gasped. "What happened to your face?"

"Nothing, it's fine. Didn't I tell you to stay away from here?"

"Well you know me, just can't keep away. It'll be over soon enough though, right?"

A voice came from behind her. "You got that right."

She turned a smiled a little at the suited man standing there; she had no idea who he was.

He nodded to Dean. "I need to have a chat with your friend."

She glanced back and hung up the phone.

"Kayla Winchester?" Winchester? Right, forged marriage certificate…

"Yeah?"

"Stand up." He took out his cuffs. "You're wanted in accessory to the crimes of Dean and Sam Winchester."

"Really?" She stood and turned around with her hands behind her back, just because she'd seen it done before. She'd never been arrested.

Dean said something behind the glass but they couldn't hear him, no doubt it wasn't friendly.

"You know usually I at least get dinner before the cuffs come out."

"Oh you're a comedian too."

"It's nice to meet you Agent Hendrickson."

Dean knew she was being a smart ass to him, but he could also tell from the look on her face that she was scared. They needed to get the hell out of there.