Dean threw Sam's suit on him to wake him up.

"Get dressed."

"Where are we going?"

"Detective Asylum-"

"Alyssum,"

"Whatever. She called, the kid went missing."

"The sandman took her?"

"Probably."

Sam got up, noticing the salt line around his bed. "Did you leave last night?"

"Briefly, I had to go get some stuff."

"What stuff? Your rules, we're not separated."

"I wasn't gone for long, and you were safe enough."

"Fine. What did you need to get?"

Dean threw a small bag at him. "Hex bags. It'll stop the demons from finding us. Well, it'll delay them. They can still normally track us, so keep your head low."

Sam looked impressed, "good digging." He headed to the bathroom to get ready. "Is there time for breakfast?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Sammy. There's always time for breakfast."

A quick breakfast later, they arrived at the police station. They sauntered in proudly like the day before and were quickly greeted by an angry looking Detective Alyssum.

"Hello, boys. Now, we could do this the easy way where you let us cuff you and take you in quietly, or," they became aware of the officers standing behind them, "we could do it the hard way, where you get 50,000 volts. Which will it be?"

Sam put his hands behind his back and was quickly cuffed. Dean, on the other hand, couldn't resist making a sarcastic comment: "I don't know, option two sounds kinda kinky." Needless to say, he got option two.

When Dean recovered, both he and Sam were in a holding cell. Sam looked at him with mild amusement.

"Do you enjoy being tased?"

"Didn't hurt. Why are we in here, anyway? Maybe she looked into our badges, saw that they were fake?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"You think it was something else?"

Sam sighed, "a few months back, before you showed up, I was in Cincinnati hunting vamps. They kind of found me with a machete after I took a couple out. They caught me and took prints. I got away, but they've probably been looking for me."

"Great, so they're probably going to catch you up on murder charges. We should get out –"

Before he could finish, two officers walked in. They opened the cell and Sam and Dean were escorted to separate interrogation rooms.

*in Sam's room*

Sam was sat in a chair and handcuffed to the table. He hated interrogation rooms, the feeling of being watched without being able to see who was watching him. He tried to look as relaxed as possible when Alyssum walked in with a thick folder Sam suspected was full of police reports. She plopped the folder on the table and sat across from him.

"I was a little skeptical when I called in your badges. The guy was fine; rude and condescending like you expect from an FBI supervisor. The thing is, I could have sworn I heard someone yelling in the background just before he hung up on me. Well I thought 'that's weird' so I called in a few favors, and just guess what I found? Agents Tyler and Hamilton don't exist. Impersonating a federal agent." She made a check mark in the air. She stood and started to circle the table. "I did a little more digging and found that you match the description of a murder suspect from a few months back perfectly." She read from a piece of paper, "Male, Caucasian, long brown hair, very muscular, about 6'5". Then I found the arrest report," she put the paper on the table and slid it toward him. There was a picture of him. "Sam Winchester. Look familiar? That's a charge for beheading five people. You escaped, no one knows how. Five accounts of murder in the first plus evading arrest," another air check. "But that's not all. I looked into your profile and it turns out you've got quite a record. It appears that you and your brother Dean have been arrested three times. Twice you were both pronounced dead at the station, once you escaped from prison. And the charges you were caught on," she rattled off a list from the folder, "burglary, breaking and entering, credit card fraud, impersonating federal officers, impersonating state officials, grave desecration, torture, and multiple additional accounts of murder in the first for your brother. Not to mention that almost all of the officials that have arrested you mysteriously ended up dead." She leaned her palms on the table. "I think I've stumbled on quite a find, wouldn't you say?"

*in Dean's room*

Dean sat quietly, wishing he wasn't being watched so he could just disappear, grab Sam, and be gone. There was a small tv on the table in his room, off. He was locked up and told to wait.

He kept yelling at the people he could feel standing behind the one-way mirror; "could I get a snack?", "You just gonna stand there watching me?", and when he heard whispers, he decided to freak them out a bit by answering them. Eventually, he got bored and just picked one person and stared at them intently until they left. He did this until Alyssum walked in.

"Ah, I've been waiting for you to show up, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart. I was talking to your brother when they told me I was needed in here because you were 'intimidating officers'." He smiled widely at a random person behind the glass. That person left quickly. He refocused on Alyssum.

"So what'd you get out of him?"

She was silent for a second, "he didn't say anything."

"Smart kid." Dean said under his breath.

"Are you aware of the kind of trouble you're in here? Not only do we have you on impersonating federal agents, we also have all of your previous charges, including your murder charges in St. Louis and Baltimore and your brother's in Cincinnati. Seven years ago, you faked your own death. Pretty effectively too, looks like you had everyone fooled. We know who you two are, we have a confession video from the last time you were arrested." She turned on the tv. Dean was in an interrogation room telling nothing but the truth about ghosts and shifters.

"Oh yeah, I remember that one. We caught the killer there too, by the way."

"Yeah, that's another thing. In all of the interrogations, you two seem to think you're some sort of vigilantes. And it's always justified with some crazy story about ghosts or demons or something."

"It's the truth. Most people just can't handle it."

"You've been called monsters, I'm inclined to think the same. You'll be in prison by morning."