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Phobia

Chapter ten

Sam drove the Impala back to the motel and waited inside. He knew he couldn't do anything right away to try to get his brother out of jail or it would look too obvious. He knew he'd have to wait at least two hours or so before he made his phone call. He paced the motel room nervously. He knew the elf's spell could hit him at any moment, and if it did there would be no one around to save him. He remembered Dean telling him that the only way to bring him out of a spell was a sudden sharp pain. He took a small knife out of his bag and sliced his arm with it. He winced in pain but the pain seemed to make him more alert. Maybe if he continued to hurt himself the elf wouldn't be able to get to him. He knew there was no way of knowing when the feeling to kill himself would come over him so every few minutes he'd have to hurt himself and hope that the pain would stop the thought of killing himself from entering into his mind.

Two hours later

Sam took his cell phone out of his pocket with an arm now covered in blood and cuts. So far so good, there was no sign of the creature. He punched in the number to the police department. It was a small town and he knew there couldn't be more then three or four cops working at the same time. Now all he had to do was get them out of the office and Dean could then do the rest.

"Plymouth police department." One of the officers answered the phone.

"I just ran across a really bad accident out by the lake! There are multiple cars plus a tractor trailer involved! We're going to need every officer you have out here!"

"Are there any injuries that you know of?"

"There has to be, the cars are really tore up, people are trapped! You need to get some men out here right away!"

"May I have your name and number?" The officer asked when Sam's phone number didn't appear on his screen.

Sam hung up, he knew that both he and Dean had a scrambling chip in their phones so they couldn't be traced. Now all he could do was sit back and wait for Dean to call him.

The police station

The officer who took the call looked over at the other officers in the office.

"Big accident out by the lake sounds like it's a bad one."

Everyone stood up and started walking toward the door.

"What about him?" One of the officers asked as he nodded toward Dean.

"He's not going anywhere." The officer who had pushed Dean into the cell picked up the keys to the cell and put them in his pocket then looked over at Dean. "You got some explaining to do when we get back boy." He told him then he and his fellow officers walked out the door and headed toward their cars.

Dean waited till they pulled out of the lot then allowed himself a small smile. He knew it had been Sam on the phone giving him a chance to break out of the jail. He sat down on the hard cot, the only furniture in the room, and put his foot up on his knee. He then pressed a small button which allowed the heel on his shoe to rotate. He reached into the small cavity it created and pulled out a small lock pick. He then replaced his heel and immediately began to pick the lock. It took only seconds before the lock clicked and he could push the door open. He didn't waste any time, he grabbed his cell phone, lighter, and aerosol can then peeked outside to make sure no officer had been left behind. Once he was satisfied that he was alone, he opened the door and quickly made his way down the street and into an alley where he pulled out his phone and speed dialed Sam's number.

"They'll never learn." Dean said smiling when Sam picked up the phone. They had used the same ruse many times before and had escaped from numerous jails that way.

"It worked?"

"Like a charm. Where are you?"

"At the motel."

"You okay?"

"Well if you mean am I still alive, yeah." Sam looked down at his bloody arm, it seemed to have worked. He was feeling fine and didn't feel any more depressed then usual.

"Well get to town and pick me up." Dean didn't like the idea of Sam being alone with no one to watch over him, the sooner he was back with his brother the better.

"Where are you?"

"I'm about two blocks from the police station." Dean looked at a street sign. "I'm in an alley between Franklin and Willow."

"Stay out of sight; I'll get there as soon as I can."

"Hurry Sam, once the cops find out they've been duped they're going to be swarming all over this place." Dean knew that the cops would soon discover that the phone call had been faked and it would only take them a few minutes to get back to the station. If they found him again they'd watch him like a hawk and he wouldn't be going anywhere, plus they'd add more charges to the ones they already had against him. "Hurry Sammy." He said softly as he stepped back into the shadows.

TBC