When Anna awoke, she found herself lying in a hospital bed. There was an IV in her arm, and a couple other needles, and heart monitors covered her arm and chest area. She could barely move, but she managed to look around her room. Standing nearby were Sam and Chase, speaking with some nurses, and Dean sat slumped in a chair by her bed. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him, even though she saw he had burns on his arms and quite a few cuts on his arms. She also noticed that they weren't bandaged at all.
Anna frowned then, trying to settle into the uncomfortable hospital bed, and it squeaked in protest. When it did, Dean looked up at her. He quickly stood, walking over to her bed.
"What was that black thing that escaped out of the house?" She asked him immediately, remembering the thing she'd seen escape out of the house.
"What black thing? Was it a spirit?" Dean gave her a confused look.
"I guess. It reminded me of a dementor from Harry Potter."
"Did you see anything?" Dean turned and glanced at Sam.
Sam opened his mouth to respond, but at that moment two police officers entered the room. Dean strolled over to them confidently.
"Is there a problem here, officers?" He asked, giving them a smile. "We already explained what happened."
"Boys, we have sources that tell us you were in the police station downtown, is that correct?" One of them asked, looking at Dean skeptically.
"Yes, that's correct." Dean replied.
"So you boys used fake ID's to get classified information?"
"Erm…..that's a funny thing, really, you see…." Before Dean could finish, Anna watched in horror as he and Sam were put against the wall, getting handcuffs slapped on their wrists.
"You have the right to remain silent…" One of the policemen began, and Anna had to fight the urge to yell at them for arresting two of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. Besides, what they were doing was saving lives! What had the police done?
With tear stained eyes she watched Dean look over to Chase, who was watching silently off to the side, before they were both hauled away.
Anna rounded on Chase. "Can you get me out of here? We have to break them out." She kept her voice in a whisper, trying not to alert the nurses. She expected a retort from Chase, so quickly added, "I realize that I'm in a bad state, but we can't let them be put in jail. I've seen those places. I'll just hope and pray they end up with a cell all to themselves."
Anna was determined to get them out of jail, if it was the last thing she did. And to her it didn't matter what condition she was in, so long as they were free. She would have plenty of time to heal later, but for now, the most important thing to do was get the boys out of jail, and quick.

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Sam leaned his head against the wall of the temporary holding cell. "You see, I really miss not being in jail." He said in a mocking tone.
Dean laughed. "Yeah, me too."
Sam looked at Dean. "So, Dean…..Anna?" He gave his brother a questioning look, putting on a cocky tone. There was nothing else for them to do but wait…..for something, anything. Usually one of them managed to get out of being arrested, but that hadn't gone so well this time. Luckily, they had managed to get themselves a private cell.
Dean looked at Sam, his face dead pan. "What about her?"
Sam shook his head, laughing. "Okay, fine, have it your way, tough guy." He nudged Dean, standing up to walk around the cell out of boredom.
"Who you calling tough guy?" Dean laughed. "How's your head?" He asked, his expression turning serious. "What happened in there, Sam? You scared the crap out of me!"
"Yeah, my head's fine, but…." Sam paused, unsure how to tell Dean about his vision. He knew he should let Dean know the truth. "Just before we got out of the house, I had a vision. It was sort of like…" He paused again, trying to find the right words, but there were none. "It was sort of like a flashback through someone's life."
He looked at Dean. "And it sorta….it sorta looked like how Max was, but it wasn't Max."
"When you say like Max….do you mean….like the person you saw had telekinesis?" Dean sat up straight on the bench, his big brother tone in full swing.
"Yes, like that. But, she was different. She ran away. She was fighting…like us." Sam said. He wished he could stop all these visions from happening because they confused the hell out of him.
"She? You saw a girl?" Dean laughed nervously. "Well maybe your creepy dreams are getting better!"
Sam began to pace, not impressed with his brothers comment.
"Listen, Sam, maybe that spirit in the house messed with your mind…..that girl probably doesn't even exist." Dean looked straight at him and Sam knew he was trying to be comforting….even if it didn't work so well.
"Anyway, mystic Meg, it's been a really long day and I don't know about you, but I'm gonna try and get some sleep…..even if it's not as classy as our motel." Dean closed his eyes and laid down on the bench, rolling unto his side. "Night, Sam."