I ain't looking for trouble but it's looking for me
The law of the jungle is protecting me
Lose sleep man stay out of your bed
You might wind up in jail if you lose your headIn death I might find
True peace of mind
But while I'm alive
Free choice is mine
It's either: Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll

FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

From: All Hell Breaks Loose - Chapter 22

Arkansas Museum of Anthropology
Beth's POV

I pulled the Impala up in front of the museum and cut the engine, glancing over at Dean who had an excited look in his eyes. He got out of the car and stared at the building across from us.

"Just for the record," Sam said, getting out of the car, "I hate this plan guys." I chewed on my lower lip, agreeing with him, but I wasn't going to say it. Unfortunately this was how the job went sometimes. Dean saw the hesitation on my face and came around to pull me into a hug.

"Yeah, I got it the first ten times you said it," he said to Sam sharply, then looking at me with a lot more care than he'd given Sam.

"It'll be ok," Dean promised, and I sighed.

"Yeah I know. I just don't like the idea of being separated from you both, anything could go wrong," I said.

"If it were for any other reason...you think I want to leave you out here?" Dean asked me, a slight frown creasing his brow, his eyes were just as conflicted as mine. Damn John and the damn work ethic that he drilled into us. I sighed, he was right; it still didn't mean I was happy about it.

"Yeah I know," I said, "Just... be careful, I have a bad feeling about this."

Dean leaned down and kissed me, tentatively at first and then he leaned into it, pushing me back against the Impala. I felt his hand brush under my chin, and it sent shivers down my body. He kissed me at length, and I felt myself yield, melting under his touch. Sam cleared his throat and we ignored him. I ran my hands up into Dean's hair, pulling him in closer to me, my teeth catching his top lip and tugging at it gently before running my tongue along it. I pulled away with a happy sigh.

"Damn, should have got our own room last night instead of planning this ridiculous move," Dean said a little breathlessly, I chuckled and nodded. Sam was staring at us, rolling his eyes. Dean shrugged in his direction.

Interrogation Room

Several Days Later

Beth's POV

I'd already been working on getting some face-to-face time with my 'client' when I got the call from Dean. The fact that he'd been injured in a fight gave me a little more leverage and Deacon had pulled some strings to get us an interrogation room instead of the usual glass window and phones to talk through.

Dean was already in the room when I walked in and shut the door behind me. I looked nervously at the security camera and then saw the light blink off. Deacon had taken care of the surveillance in the room too. Perfect.

"Hey," Dean said to me, turning around and I noticed a big graze along the left side of his face. I grimaced, walking over to tentatively touch it, making some sympathetic noises.

"Oooh that looks like it hurts," I said, he flinched a little when I touched it, and nodded.

"I'll live, how are you?" He asked me, turning those hazel eyes to me, hands coming up to hold me at the waist and as he looked me over.

I smiled at him. I figured if he could handle whatever was going on in here; my little emotional issues were nothing to deal with. "I'm fine." I said to him, running my hands down the front of his chest. "I miss you."

"Yeah, me too," Dean said with a sigh.

"So what did you need me for?" I asked, curious.

"Oh darlin', that is a loaded question that's going to take hours to answer," he said with a smirk and it made me laugh.

"Oh really? Hours huh?" I said with a grin, slipping my hands behind him and pulling him into a hug. He leaned down and brushed his lips along mine with a soft sigh.

"Mhmmm," he murmured. His kisses turned urgent and I wound my arms up around his neck, moaning lightly as he tugged at my shirt, pulling it out of the waistband where I'd had it neatly tucked, running his hands up under it across my bare skin.

"Dean..." I said, gasping as I felt him pressed up against me, his hot lips starting to work their way along my collarbone and up my neck. "Dean, you wanted me to do something for you?" I asked a little breathlessly.

He nodded, still kissing me and I started to unbutton his jumpsuit, running my own hands down his firm chest.

"Yeah, uh, I need you to go find out where some nurse is buried," he said, before claiming my lips again. His hand snaked its way along my thigh, riding my skirt up so he could slide his hand along my inner thigh. I groaned into his kisses and pulled away, gasping at the sudden contact.

"What nurse?" I asked, pulling the jumpsuit down over his shoulders, and sliding my hands up under his t-shirt, dragging my nails lightly along his back.

He moaned and swallowed hard, looking at me for a brief moment. "Glockner. She used to work here." He lifted me up on to the table, his hands spreading my legs a little so he could trail his fingers along my thighs. He resumed his kisses along my jawline and then started to suck and kiss at my neck, his hand moving deeper and brushing along my already inflamed and aching centre.

I struggled to concentrate. "We need to salt and burn her, otherwise we'll be staying in here, until we figure out what to do about it," Dean said and I groaned as he stroked a finger along me. I reached down and found him hard underneath what was left of his clothing.

I pushed his jumpsuit open just a little more, sliding my hand down into his pants, grasping his shaft and stroking its length, I was rewarded with a sharp groan from Dean and a little bite on the neck. "Are you nuts? Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you're in?" I asked him.

"I have a vague notion," he said, spreading my legs a little further apart and slipping a finger inside of me, pushing my panties to the side. I groaned, arching my back to him a little.

"Good, so let's forget about this idea of staying in here, you're leaving, tonight." I said, I'd already spoken to Sam about it, I knew he'd phoned Deacon. I squeezed his shaft a little, making my point.

"Beth..." He groaned with a warning tone to it. He was kissing me along my shoulders, his fingers working their magic down below, I found it really hard to focus on what I was supposed to be arguing with him about, but then, I guess that was the point. He dropped his jumpsuit the rest of the way and freed his arousal, pushing it in against me. I gasped as I felt him rub up against me.

"Dean, we have work to do..." I said to him, not really listening to my own words. He nodded and pulled at my legs, sliding me toward him. I gasped as I felt him work his way into me, groaning at the feeling of him filling me. "We don't have much time," I breathed into his ear, starting to kiss along his neck as he pulled me to him, hands coming up under my buttocks.

He lifted me and started to kiss my lips as we spun back toward the wall, hitting it with a bit of an urgent crash. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I gasped with each thrust while he kept us pinned to the wall, a hand coming around to apply some pressure to my clit as he worked his way in and out of me. I gasped, biting down on his neck, clinging to him.

"So..." Dean was saying, moving to my shoulder and burying his face in the crook of my neck. He groaned as he started to thrust a little harder. "Grave first," he said breathlessly, I moaned in response, nodding. "Then escape."

I felt my legs turning to jello, the same usual warm sensation working its way up from my centre. It was consuming and I moaned into his shoulder, as he drove harder into me. We reached our peak quickly, it had been a while for either of us, and the urgency of our situation wasn't lost on either one of us. I felt him shudder against me, his groans smothered in my neck as I clamped down around him; spasming and feeling my legs go weak. How guys did this standing up I would never know.

As if to answer, Dean groaned when the initial moment had passed and moved us to a chair where he sat down, I found myself straddling him, spent and tired, my skirt hiked up all the way around my waist.

"You're a great lawyer, you really go above and beyond, you know that?" Dean grinned and I laughed, shaking my head at him.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Song for the chapter is Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll by Warrant