Chapter 10

Creative was an understatement as far as Sam was concerned. Buying a few cheap suits to play the role, that was just part of the plan they've done it before. Making a few fake badges; happens all the time. The long detailed lie Dean came up, that was one to go over a few times.

They were now Agents Miller and Sculpt with the FBI, a play on Scully and Molder he was sure. He listened to the plan and had a few questions. Why would the feds be looking into a local Judge's death? Family friends of course. Why be feds when a lesser penalty could've been used? They wanted all his case files and to see the crime scene, now no one would think twice of saying no also grief was a good thing. The office manger could barely keep it together.

Martin Troy ran a local law firm as well as being a county judge. He spent most of his days there when not helping his various causes; he also spent his last one there before his death. The area was taped off but a flash of badge and a charming smile they were in.

"There's EMF all over this office." Sam confirmed as Dean raided the filing cabinet. "We can't take this without anyone getting suspicious."

"Thank you obvious Ann. Help me look through these, let's focus on recent stuff. Grab that box; we can say its personal stuff we're taking to the family." As Sam worked on the files Dean went to check the desk only to find it locked. Now they were getting somewhere, he thought before getting ready to pick the lock.

Both Sam and Dean unaware of the dark cold eyes watching them.

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It was the first day Max was glad to work. It gave her a few hours to escape but only physically as her mind continued to make her think of the last few days. Aslynn, her bright blue eyes wouldn't escape her mind.

A part of Max wanted to protect her from the world and learn everything there was about her. The other part was scared it wouldn't work and she'd lose someone else she cared for.

"Max?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and met Alec's hazel green eyes. The thought echoed again with a different person in her mind's eye, cared for. Lately something was different between her and Alec since that night she opened up and spent most of the night confiding in him. But then everything else happened leaving her no chance to figure it all out. "What?" she asked as she got on her bike ready for the next delivery.

"I called your name four times, what's going on with you?" Alec asked, he had never known her to be so lost in thought completely dazed.

"Nothing." She was going to leave it there and get back to work but then when she looked at him she decided not to. They were friends, for the most part. And if anyone could help it was Alec. "Ride with me, I want to talk to you about Aslynn."

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Aslynn lay in her bed and stared at the room's ceiling. She figured she could be grateful for having nothing to do, who knew how long it would last. As if on cue she heard the familiar voices of Sam and Dean coming out from the parking lot. She jumped from the bed to see what the commotion was about. "What happened?" she asked as she moved to help Sam after seeing Dean's arm.

"Had a run in." Dean flatly said.

"Yeah with a knife, I can get that part. How did this happen?"

Dean had a long deep gash across his right arm. The make shift bandage was soaking through and by the paleness across his face it was obvious he had lost a lot of blood. Aslynn and Sam helped him inside the motel room and on to his bed. Sam ran back out to get the first aid kit from the car.

Aslynn crossed her arms and stood at the foot of the bed looking at him. "Well?" she pressed.

"The spirit we're tracking is pissed and doesn't want anyone digging around getting in the way of her plans." Dean explained as he moved up to prop himself against the pillows.

"Getting screwed over by the dead, that sucks." Aslynn said as Sam rushed back in. "Here let me, I've done my fair share of bandaging. You ok?" she asked taking the kit and sitting beside Dean.

"Yeah I'm fine. It got Dean in the arm rather then the throat due to some quick thinking then disappeared. The hardest part was leaving without alerting anyone." To keep up their lie they couldn't just run out the front door but instead out the window down the fire escape with the box of files Dean insisted on taking or else it would've been for nothing.

"I've always been fast on my feet." Dean said with pride.

"He's lost a lot of blood." Sam said to explain Dean's sudden drunkenness.

"If you were ordinary you'd be knocking on death's door. You're gonna need stitches. The question is, can you handle it?"

Dean grinned, oh yes he wasn't in his right mind. "Go for it."

Aslynn turned to look at Sam as he stood near the door. "Maybe we should knock him out. I'm no expert on pain but this should hurt like a bitch."

"It will." Sam confirmed. "But around here a hospital is out of the question. Just do it."

Aslynn nodded, it was the only choice they seemed to have. "Ok I'll do it but you shouldn't be here. Go out and get some food or something he'll need to build his energy back up. Don't worry I promise I'll take care of him."

"Don't leave Sammy she just wants to have her way with me." Dean mumbled as his eyes drifted closed.

Sam smiled, not even a serious stab wound could stop his brother's wise ass comments. "I'll be back." He didn't watch to watch the process and getting something to eat sounded good. But there was something else Sam had in mind he wanted to check out leaving Dean out of it. Now might be the only chance he had.

"Dean?" Aslynn called out. He was passed out which was dangerous but she let him be as she threaded the needle from the suture kit. They must've had a few run ins, she thought as she undid the bandage, they always came prepared. "Sorry." She ran the needle through his skin and continued when he remained unconscious.

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Sam sat parked across the street and watched as she left the corner shop. There was no mistaking her, it was the woman from the vision he had last night. He wasn't and still wasn't sure what it all meant, she wasn't in any danger and that's why he opted not to tell Dean. His older brother had enough on his plate.

He made the decision and got out of the car. He had to find out who this young woman was.

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Isabelle A.