Disclaimer: I don't own SPN.

Before you get pissed at me for leaving out 'Mystery Spot', remember that that only happened because of Sam and his unnatural attachment to Dean. He's only known Adam for eight months, so he's not going to jump off the bandwagon and start going insane over Adam's death like he did with Dean. And because of that, there's no reason for Gabriel – who's trying not to draw attention to himself because they know who he is – to screw with them.

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Chapter 12. Federal Bureau of Idiocy

"And remind me again why we're going to help Bela bitch?" Louise said grumpily as they sped towards Monument, Colorado. "You do realise she's going to screw us over in about twenty different ways, right? She tried to steal the Colt from us when she helped us with Bobby and the dream root! She just got unlucky 'cause we always keep it with us after the last time it got stolen…"

"Because if we can get her to owe us, we can use it later," Dean said. "I like the idea of Bela owing us…" He chuckled.

But Louise had been right not to trust Bela. When the phone rang in the abandoned room, Dean very gingerly picked it up.

"Dean? Sweetie, are you there?" Bela said.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

"Oh, here and there," Bela said mysteriously.

"What gives, Bela? We came to help you out of the goodness of our hearts and –"

"Please. I only know that you came so that I would owe you a favour. But honey, you are helping me."

"How?"

"Let's just say that in a few minutes, you'll be quite preoccupied with some friends of yours. That should give me enough time to find what I'm after and leave."

Suddenly, a squad of police officers burst into the room, their guns aimed at Sam, Dean, Louise, Adam and Cas. The five of them raised their hands, though Cas had to be prompted by Dean. Louise looked like she'd swallowed a lemon.

"Hands in the air!"

"Down on your knees!"

"Turn around now!"

Five police officers forced Sam, Dean, Louise, Adam and Cas to the ground, wrenching their arms behind them and cuffing their wrists.

"Sam, Dean and Louise Winchester and James Novak, you have the right to remain silent," an officer recited. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense."

"Why can't you just let me go?" Adam was pleading to his unforgiving captor. "I never had anything to do with whatever they did!"

When a pair of polished black shoes appeared in their line of sight, Sam, Dean and Louise looked up. Louise's stomach dropped.

"Hi, guys." The bald, brown, moustached face of Victor Henriksen wore a smug, triumphant smile. Louise groaned silently. Of course the obsessed FBI dude from back when they'd been framed for that bank heist had to come. "It's been a while."

-LW-

"What the hell's going on?" a panicky Adam said, his eyes darting around the prison cell. "What do they want with you? Why do they want me?"

"Remember that bank heist in Milwaukee?" Louise sighed, shifting around. They were all shackled to each other and her legs were beginning to fall asleep! "How we were wanted for that?"

"I never brought that up," Adam said, his eyes wide. "I thought it might've been a mistake or something! You guys wouldn't do something like that!"

"It was a shifter," Dean snapped. "Kept disguising itself and made it look like we pulled off the heist. That's what these douchebags want with us. They probably brought you in 'cause you were with us just before. Maybe figured we'd picked up an accomplice."

They shut up when Henriksen entered the cell hallway, his smart shoes echoing as he strode down towards their cell. He paused in front of them, examining them for a moment.

"You know what I'm trying to decide?" he finally said.

"Whether Cialis will help with that condition of yours?" Dean said. Louise snickered.

"I hear Viagra works like a charm," she put in.

"I don't understand," Cas said. Henriksen ignored them all.

"What to have for dinner tonight," he said. "Steak or lobster. What the hell? Surf and turf."

Louise just rolled her eyes and slumped on the ground. Her brothers had selfishly taken the small bed, leaving her to rest on the floor with Adam and Cas and her arms above her head due to her cuffs being attached to Sam and Dean's. Adam and Cas were lucky that she was taking the super uncomfortable position for them!

"I got a lot to celebrate," Henriksen continued. "I mean, seeing you lot in chains…"

"You kinky son of a bitch!" Dean said, shaking his head. "We don't swing that way."

"I'm pretty sure I can get you drawn up on sexual harassment for that one," Louise said, trying to cross her arms and failing. "Do you usually make women feel uncomfortable?"

"You two are hilarious," Henriksen said sarcastically.

Dean and Henriksen bantered back and forth but then Henriksen got the upper hand.

"You four are going to a Supermax prison in Nevada till trial. Isolated in a soundproof, windowless cell that, between you and me, is probably unconstitutional. Mr Milligan there's gonna get off way lighter but he's still going down with you. We can get him for the murder of his mother if we try."

The five of them realised that Henriksen was deadly serious. Louise swallowed nervously.

"Unconstitutional, eh? Can't you get in trouble for that? You know, FBI, having to follow the law and all…" But she knew that she wasn't funny and Henriksen could sense it too, judging from the predatory smile on his face.

"Take a good look around at each other cause you're never seeing each other again."

Dean tried to convince Henriksen that they were innocent but he just shook his head.

"Oh, I forgot, you fight monsters. I don't buy it. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you and no doubt touched you in a bad place."

But bringing up John like that just pissed Dean right off.

"Shut your mouth," he hissed.

"Well, guess what? Life sucks. Everyone's got a sob story but not everyone becomes a killer." The sound of a helicopter approaching could be heard. "And now I have several less to worry about."

Louise didn't notice Henriksen's parting jab and his departure, instead scowling at the floor. Dean had been right in that dream of his back during the dream root case. It wasn't fair! All they ever did was fight monsters and save people and protect each other and live the crappiest of lives so that others could have good lives and this was their reward? If they ever got out of this, Louise was contemplating saying 'fuck it' and letting the world go to hell, just like Adam was going to in a few months.

"Never thought you'd go down like this, right?" Dean grinned shakily to Cas. "Mighty angel of the Lord, spending the rest of his life in human prison?"

Cas didn't say anything. From the faint vestiges of grace left in him, Louise could tell that the thought of being imprisoned for the rest of his life scared him and she felt conviction fill her. She wasn't going to let their angel rot in jail for something he didn't do! That couldn't be his defining experience with humanity!

"Fuck it," she growled. She concentrated on her cuffs and they began to slide open but when a guy in a suit arrived, she furiously had to abandon her attempt at freedom.

"Sam, Dean and Louise Winchester," he said. "Oh, and James Novak. I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a real pleasure. I've been waiting for you to come out of the woodwork for a long time."

The demonic presence oozing off him made Louise jerk upright. When he took out his gun and shot Dean in the shoulder, Louise let out an exclamation and thrust her hands out, sending Groves flying into the wall. However, he quickly came back for round two and when his eyes turned black, Sam quickly started an exorcism while grappling with him through the bars.

"Sorry, I've gotta cut this short," Groves said. "Buckle up, boys – and girl. It's gonna be a long night."

He threw his head back, screaming as the demon left him and disappeared into the air vent in the ceiling. A moment later, Henriksen and another two cops came running in.

"Put the gun down!" Cop 1 ordered Sam, who was holding Groves' gun.

"Okay! Wait!" Sam said.

"He shot him!" Cop 1 shouted, pointing at Groves.

"I didn't shoot anyone!" Sam said desperately.

"He shot me!" Dean growled, glaring at Groves.

"Get on your knees! Now!" Henriksen barked.

"Okay, okay! Don't shoot! Please! Look." Sam pushed his gun through the bars. "We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood!"

Cop 2 confirmed that there were no wounds but when Dean tried to convince them that Groves had been possessed, Henriksen scoffed and ordered them to fire up the chopper, though all the cop got was a load of static from his radio.

"Again, why do we help people?" Louise said grumpily.

"Why don't you use your powers and get us free?" Dean said. "We're alone!"

"Because do you really think that demon was the only one?" Louise said. "They know where we are – they'll be coming by the dozen. Didn't you hear that static?"

"And?" Dean scoffed.

"And there's no way they'll let us leave," Sam said. "We're safest inside the station right now. If we try and get free, Henriksen'll probably do something even worse to us and we won't be able to fight."

Dean didn't look happy.

"I just wish we had the damn Colt!" he snapped. "And Cas' angel blade! They had to take them, didn't they?"

"They're probably in with all of the stuff they took from us," Adam said. "If one of us can just get free, go and get them and come back here…"

"Yeah, good plan," Louise said sarcastically. "Unfortunately, invisibility is not included in our psychic package, unless you or Dean are hiding something from us."

"But why would they come after us?" Dean said. "I mean, I know that we're just pure awesome –"

Louise rolled her eyes.

"– but they've never come after us before."

"Oh, I don't know," Sam snapped. "Who can we think of who wants to rip my innards out?"

"Lilith?" Louise said. "Would she really make a move like this?"

"If she held all of the advantages," Cas said. "And it appears that she does, unless we can convince the officers to release us."

Suddenly, the lights started to flicker. Louise cursed under her breath.

"That can't be good," Dean said grimly.

"We're fucked," Adam mumbled.

"At least we won't end up in max security?" Louise said. Adam rolled his eyes at her.

-LW-

While Sam helped Dean get the bullet out of his shoulder and used a small roll of toilet paper to mop up the blood, Louise flicked her chains aimlessly, Cas sat there stiffly and blankly and Adam hummed something under his breath, a fuming Henriksen stormed in.

"What's the plan?" he demanded. "Kill everyone in the station, bust you guys out?"

"What?" Louise said.

"Your psycho friends! They're gonna start a bloodbath!"

"Believe me, whoever's out there does not want to save us," Dean said. They tried to convince Henriksen that they were in danger from demons but he snapped, threatened to shoot them and left. Louise went back to flicking her chains but when she looked up, she saw Nancy, the adorable secretary from in the office, peeking around a corner at them.

"Hey!" Louise whispered. Nancy backed away. "Look, please, we need your help…Nancy, right? Our brother's been shot and he's bleeding really badly. Please, can you just get us a towel? One clean towel, that's all I'm asking." Nancy still looked fearful. "Look, I swear, we're not the bad guys. Please. One towel?"

The girl just left.

"Nice plan, genius," Dean said. Louise rolled her eyes. But Nancy returned a moment later with a towel, which she tentatively stuck through the bars, and when Louise caught sight of the rosary dangling from Nancy's pocket, she smiled. Nancy smiled back hesitantly.

"Thanks," Louise said softly, taking the towel from Nancy. While Nancy was distracted, Louise flicked her finger and the rosary gently flew out of the girl's pocket and into Louise's hand. She quickly covered it with the towel.

"You're welcome," Nancy murmured before turning and running out of the holding cells.

"Here." Louise threw the towel at Dean and held up the rosary, smiling in triumph.

"You sly dog," Dean chuckled.

"Good thing I did have powers," Louise said. "Otherwise, I'd probably have just had to assault her and give her a heart attack. And I didn't want to do that. She was nice."

While Sam patched up Dean's wound, Louise kneeled over the tiny toilet and dangled the rosary over it.

"Exorcizo te, creatura aquae. In nomine dei patris omnipotentis et in virtute spiritus sancti," she murmured, dropping the rosary into the toilet. "I sure hope that this being toilet water doesn't cancel it out or else we're screwed."

"The quality of the water does not affect it once it becomes holy water," Cas said. Louise rolled her eyes at him. "Oh. That was a joke."

A little while later, a cop came in and told them to move it.

"Actually, I think we're perfectly fine here," Dean said quickly.

"What do you think you're doing?" Henriksen had appeared and he looked pissed.

"I'm not just gonna sit around and wait to die!" the cop said. "I'm making a run for it. There's a S.W.A.T. facility in Boulder."

"We're not going anywhere," Henriksen said firmly.

"The hell we're not!" the cop protested. In response, Henriksen took out his gun and shot the cop in the head. Sam and Dean immediately leapt into action, disarming Henriksen, and while Sam shoved his head into the toilet and began to recite an exorcism, Dean covered the other cop and Nancy with Henriksen's gun and Louise quickly undid their cuffs.

With one last scream, Henriksen's mouth ejected black smoke, which flew away out of the holding area. Nancy and the cop stared at the body of Henriksen in the cell.

"Is – is he dead?" Nancy stammered. Henriksen coughed and sat up before getting to his feet and sinking down on the bed, staring at his hands with wide eyes.

"I – I shot the sheriff," he said shakily.

"But you didn't shoot the deputy," Dean grinned. Louise slapped him across the head.

"I was fine five minutes ago," Henriksen said disbelievingly. "And then…"

"Some nasty black smoke forced its way down your throat?" Louise guessed.

"You were possessed," Sam said. "That's what it feels like. We'd know."

"We owe you the biggest 'I told you so' ever," Adam said as Dean gave Henriksen back his gun. Louise sighed, wishing that Adam hadn't turned out so much like Dean.

"Officer Amici," Henriksen said. "Keys."

But when he went to undo the cuffs and found that they were already undone, he stared.

"Erm…I'm psychic?" Louise grinned guiltily at the stunned looks on Henriksen, Amici and Nancy's faces. "Oh and thanks for this, Nancy." She waved her hand to lift the rosary out of the toilet bowl and she caught it and threw it to Nancy. Nancy looked stunned and disgusted.

"You could've gotten free before but you didn't," Henriksen said. "Why?"

"Truth is, I tried," Louise shrugged. "But then demon Groves came in and we realised that the demons would never let us get away from here and if you caught us, you'd just do something that would make it harder to defend ourselves."

"Looks like we were right," Sam said, gesturing to Henriksen.

"Alright. You say they're coming for us. How do we survive?" the shaken FBI officer asked.

"First off, you can get us that nice old Colt revolver and that shiny silver sword you took from us," Dean said. "Those things can kill anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Amici went to get the Colt and Cas' blade, while the others returned to the office to prepare. The sound of scuffling could be heard and when Amici came in with the Colt and blade, he also brought an added extra.

"Bela. How absolutely horrible to see you," Dean said with an ugly smile.