Dean was left alone in the interrogation room, though he could feel Alyssum and someone else just behind the glass. He just leaned back in his chair (as far as the handcuffs would allow) and put his legs up on the table. He could hear the conversation just outside.
"What do you plan to do with them?" a male voice Dean hadn't heard before.
"Well we just caught the Winchesters, we can't just let them escape." That was Alyssum.
"They're not going to escape. They won't try, there's cameras on them."
"That's never stopped them before. These two are some sort of professionals. We won't be able to take them to jail until tomorrow."
"We'll have some guards watch them on shifts overnight, make sure they're armed. They won't get out, I'll promise you that."
There was a brief silence. "If any guards end up dead, it's on us."
"It'll be fine. These two maniacs will be gone before you know it."
"I resent that!" Dean yelled from inside the room. He felt Alyssum suddenly become afraid.
She whispered to the man as they walked away, "He keeps doing that. I don't know how he can hear us…"
Dean chuckled. Not five minutes after they left, a guard came in. Dean looked straight at him through the mirror. "Hey, what's up?" Dean felt the guard's fear raise. "You don't have to be afraid of me. If you're going to be sitting there all night, we can at least chat. It's boring in here."
The guard hit the microphone button, "I'm not here to chat, I'm here to make sure you don't escape."
"Yeah, well good luck with that." The guard ignored him. "You know, if I want out, I'm out."
"Yeah, well good luck with that."
Dean sat in silence for a good two hours or so before he felt it. A demon. He patted his pockets frantically. The hex bag was gone. "Hey, guard! I had a bag. A little black bag, where did they put it?"
"They took everything while you were out, guns, knives, lock picks. You were pretty armed."
Dean slammed his fist on the table, "the bag! Where did they put the bag?!"
"I don't know, in the evidence room probably. Why is it so important?"
Dean leaned forward stared intently at the guard. "Listen to me," he said gravely, "if you don't get out of here within the next two minutes, you're going to die."
"Are you threatening me? I'm not going to leave so you can escape. I'm staying right here where I can keep an eye on you."
"Listen, you need to get out of here!"
"This is a really bad master escape plan. What happened to 'If I want out, I'm out.'?"
"Fine." Dean said. The lights flickered off momentarily. When they came back on, Dean was gone.
The guard gaped at the empty room. He pulled out his gun and slowly advanced toward the one way mirror. A voice from behind him said "see. Now I'm out. You should get going." He spun and fired a shot at Dean. It hit him in the arm, but he didn't react. "I suggest you get smart and run now. If you like your job, you won't tell anyone about this." The guard shot Dean a few more times in the chest before running straight out of the building.
Dean appeared next to Sam (who was dosing off in his chair) and wasted no time in teleporting both of them back to the impala. A minute later, they were on the road back to the motel. Sam jumped and woke up, "what happened?"
"They took our hex bags and the demons found us. They're coming. Call Bobby and see if he can get someone else to finish the job, we can't do it with demons and the police chasing us." Sam nodded and did so.
When they got back to the motel, Sam waited in the car while Dean gathered their belongings. They were on their way out of Dayton within three minutes.
A/N: There, three chapters as promised. Albeit three short ones. There may be another today, not sure yet. Anywhoot, please review. I love you all.