Chapter 10 : Behind Bars
Sam's P.O.V
Jessie was losing a lot of blood. The manager had brought an armful of white towels. Needless to say, they're not white anymore. She managed to stay awake while Dean and I argued, again, about taking her to the hospital. But Jessie had managed to convince us otherwise by shifting. And neither of us wanted to explain to the doctors why we had a tiger.
"What are we going to do? We can't stay here."
"I don't know Sam! Give me a second!" Dean started pacing the room trying to think. I busied myself checking on Jessie's shoulder. Lifting the new towel off the wound, I noticed the punctures were smaller. And the bleeding had stopped. Completely. "Dean."
"What?"
"Look. Jessie, can you feel anything?" She shook her head. The punctures were now visibly getting smaller and smaller until they were gone. Jessie's eyes snapped open and she shifted, bolting to her feet. She grabbed her shoulder. "What happened? What did you do?"
"We didn't do anything." Dean assured her, "It happened on its own." She just looked at us. I was about to break the silence when sirens pierced our ears. Dean grabbed the manager by the shirt. "You called the cops?!"
"What did you tell them?"
"I uh- th- I-"
"We don't have time for this. Common guys, unless you wanna get arrested." I nodded and Dean opened the door. An officer shoved a gun in his face and more officers came up beside us. "Put your hands in the air and turn around!" Jessie cursed behind me. "Really?"
Jessie's P.O.V
They put me in my own cell. Sam and Dean were in the cell next to me and were hand cuffed. I, on the other hand, was not. They would regret that. Maybe. If I could come up with a plan. "So. What's the plan?" Sam said my thoughts out loud. "Plan?" Dean was laying on the little cot. "Yes Dean the plan. The plan to get us out of here. Call Castiel or something."
"I've been calling. He's not answering." Dean said rather grumpily. "Great." Sam leaned up against the wall. "What are you doing? Common I need something to pick a lock with."
"They took my lock pick."
"Get a spring out of the mattress." Sam gave me a funny look but picked up a rock off the floor and shoved Dean off the cot, who did not look at all happy about that. Cutting open the mattress, he pulled a spring out and passed it to me through the bars. "Let me know if a guard comes this way." He nodded and I set to work trying to pry open my cell. It took me a good long time but finally the lock gave out. I pushed the door open an inch and it creaked. I winced and looked at Sam and Dean who were desperately trying to get my attention.
"Close it!" Dean hissed. I closed the door carefully and flopped back on my cot, trying to look inconspicuous. The guard came around the corner, "What are you three doing?" Sam and Dean were silent so I decided to have some fun. "I was just telling my brothers here how inconvenient it was that we got caught." Dean glared at me and the officer looked very confused.
"The Winchesters don't have a sister." He announced hesitantly. "Don't they?" I grinned at him. There was a long silence as the guard tried to work it all out in his head. Then a static voice came from his walkie-talkie and he marched away to answer it. "Our sister?"
"What, do you have a problem with having a 'sister'?" The brothers shared yet another 'brotherly' look and Sam spoke. "We've had a third sibling before... And it didn't really work out." I didn't know what to say to that, so I handed Sam the spring and he picked the lock on their door.
When Sam finally got the door open, I took the spring and shoved it in my jacket pocket. Might need this later. Sam and I flanked Dean as we moved towards the corner. "Dean. You're making too much noise." I whispered. "You could do better?" He shot back over his shoulder. I smiled and walked up next to him. Winking, I shifted.
Using the desks and tables, I stayed out of sight of the 3 officers lounging in chairs and playing chess, ironically eating doughnuts. I found the armory and shifted back, grabbing Sam's lock pick and Demon knife, which I shoved in my pocket, and Dean's shotgun, which I placed on the floor so I could pick it up in my mouth as a tiger.
I was about to shift back and return to the holding cells, when I saw a pair of Duo swords. I had always been a good fighter with swords and knives, so I tied the sheath to my belt, shifted and returned to the brothers with our things.
Shifting back, I handed the guys each their things. "Where'd you get the sword?" Dean asked, somewhat judgingly. "Swords, there's two. And I got them in the same place I got everything else." Sam nodded. "Do you know how to use them?" I gave him a look. "Would I take a weapon I don't know how to use?" Dean looked at me skeptically. "Yes I know how to use them!" I hissed. "Now let's get out of here. We still have a monster to kill."
I got nothing to say to this…