I hear the train coming
It's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps dragging on
But that train keeps rolling
On down to San Anton
When I was just a baby
My mama told me, son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing
I hang my head and cry
…..
Well, I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep moving
And that's what tortures me
But if they freed me from the prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
Johnny Cash – Folsom Prison Blues
It wasn't so much the fact that we had to wander down to Arkansas on the request of an old family friend. It was the request that old family friend was making that angered me. It was too dangerous, and while I completely understood it was for the greater good, as Dean had put it when he tried to sell the plan to me, I hated it.
"I really wish you wouldn't go through with this." I muttered as Dean slipped on his jacket, about to leave with Sam to do the dumbest thing ever. "I don't think I can do this."
"You'll be fine." Dean said, pulling me closer to him by my waist. "You've done it before."
"It was different then, Dean."
"Sam told you everything he knows, you've gone over it a million times-"
"That doesn't mean I'm a freaking lawyer!" I exclaimed, getting frustrated. "I just- I don't want you to do this."
"We have to, people are dying."
"I know. But that's not the whole reason, Dean. It's too much for him to ask you-"
"Listen, we have to." Dean said simply, like all this was no big deal. "Between you and him, Sam and I will be out in no time. We'll be fine."
"What if that doesn't work? You're already wanted. What if you don't get out?'
"We'll get out."
"Dean-"
"Don't worry." Dean repeated, giving me a reassuring smile. Sam stood behind him at the door, a sour look on his face. He didn't like this plan anymore than I did, but he decided to go along with it so Dean wouldn't be alone.
"I love you."
"I know." Dean muttered, placing a kiss on my lips before heading out the door. I made my way over to Sam, giving him a hug.
"Love you."
"Love you, too." Sam smiled, hugging me a little tighter before leaving.
I stared at the taillights of the car Dean had hijacked before until they weren't visible anymore and shut the door, locking it. I turned around, feeling the emptiness of the room surround me.
This was gonna be a long night.
About an hour later, I'd set the police scanner up on the table, listening in for anything. So far, there was absolutely nothing other than a few domestic disputes, not even to Sam and Dean.
I let out a huff, taking a swig of beer before resting my head down on the table, shutting my eyes when suddenly static came over the scanner and a woman started reporting a break in. I perked up, listening intently.
"Location, Arkansas Museum of Anthropology. Two male suspects taken in custody."
"Shit." I hissed, hitting the table with my fist. I shut the police scanner off, practically pushing it to the ground as I stood, pacing around the room. I really hoped this wouldn't work.
Dean had a lot of faith in me, Sam, too. But things were different now. We were in much deeper shit than ever and I needed help. So I picked up the phone, calling the only person I knew I could count on in this situation.
He answered on the first ring, his voice gruff. "What?"
"Bobby? I need your help."
MOTEL – DAY
Last night, Bobby got me in contact with the Public Defender's office of this district, finding out that the boys were in fact booked and spent the night in a holding cell. And after a little finagling, as far as anyone here was concerned, I was now Mara Daniels – public defender assigned to Sam and Dean's case.
I stood in front of the floor length mirror, fixing my suit jacket, making sure the bun at the back of my head was smooth before taking a deep breath.
I can do this. I kept repeating to myself, over and over again. I felt as though I was barely making it through, but I knew I had to pull myself together or else Dean and Sam would never get out.
LITTLE ROCK POLICE STATION – DAY
After making it past the cops at the front desk without any suspicion, I was escorted by one of them to one of the interrogation rooms. I pulled in a deep breath, putting my game-face on as I opened the door, coming face to face with two other men.
"Dean Winchester?" I asked, looking over at him handcuffed to the table.
"In the flesh."
"And you are?" Henriksen asked.
"Mara Daniels, Public Defender's office." I said, bypassing him to go shake Dean's hand. "I've been assigned you and your brother's case."
"Huh." Dean said, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Would you look at that."
"You are?" I asked, turning back to the man.
"Agent Henriksen." He said, clearly annoyed. I zoned out for a moment, that name sparking a memory. Was he the same agent Henriksen from Milwaukee? Couldn't be. At least, I hoped not. "And we're not quite done here."
"Actually, yes, you are. If you don't mind, I would like to meet with my clients." I said, not backing down as he glared at me. "Privately."
Dean rose an eyebrow, smiling at Henriksen as he and his partner left reluctantly, their anger apparent.
After a cop brought Sam into the room, I'd sat down in front of both boys at the table, placing my briefcase on it, opening it up.
"Your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won't be until Tuesday." I told them, reading from a piece of paper.
"And they'll keep us in the county jail?" Dean asked.
"That's right." I mumbled, showing Dean I was still unhappy about this. "Green River County Detention Center. And considering the charges you're facing, no judge is going to grant you bail."
"Yeah, we figured that."
"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern – the bank robbery and the murder raps." I told them.
"How long can we stall extradition?" Sam asked, finally speaking.
"A week." I said, my voice breaking slightly as I watched the both of them. "Maybe less."
GREEN RIVER COUNTY DETENTION CENTER – DAY
DPOV
The bus doors opened and the guards ordered all of us to stand, hauling each man out one by one until he got to Sam and I.
"Come on, keep moving." The guard muttered, pushing us forwards.
We moved in a line, walking past the front of the bus along the gated rec yard. A few prisoners lined up against the fence, whistling and catcalling at us.
"You're mine, baby!" One of them yelled, pointing to Sam as he licked his lips. I glanced back, seeing Sam swallow hard as he tried to keep his eyes trained on the ground.
"Don't worry, Sam. I promise I won't trade you for smokes." I joked.
Once we were inside, they threw blankets in our arms, leading us down a hallway of empty cells. The guard in front stopped, unlocking one of them, pushing the man in front of me inside before turning to me, pushing me in with him.
"I call top bunk!" I said. The man scoffed, placing his things on the top bunk. "Okay."
I turned around, seeing Sam walk into the cell across the hallway, a large man behind him. Sam nodded up at him, his eyes widening as the man stared at him, barely even blinking. Sam's eyes met mine and he immediately glared as the guard shut the cell door.
Well, maybe I didn't take this seriously enough.
CELL BLOCK HALLWAY – DAY
The loud sound of a metal-dector rod beeped a ways down the hallway as a guard scanned the inmates that were lined up at the wall, while another frisked them. Sam and I stood a ways down the line, nearly towards the very end on opposite sides of the hallway.
"My roommate doesn't say much – how's yours?" I asked in a low voice, leaning back slightly.
"Just keeps staring at me... in a way that makes me...really uneasy." Sam muttered.
"It sounds like you're making new friends."
"Dean. This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done. And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy."
"Calm down. It's all part of the plan."
"Oh, really? So Henriksen showing up was part of the plan?"
"Yeah, that guy moves a little faster than I thought, but Tori can handle him. Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down... then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos."
"That's not funny. Dean. What about this escape plan? It-"
"It's a hundred percent sure. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't. I mean, come on, man, this place has all the signs of a haunting. Innocent people are dead. Four so far."
Sam laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, innocent."
"You from Texas all of a sudden? Just because these people are in jail, doesn't mean they deserve to die. If we don't stop this thing, people are going to continue to die. We do this job wherever it takes us."
"You're doing this for Deacon."
"Damn right."
"Well, you barely even know the guy."
"We know he was in the Corps with Dad. We know he saved Dad's life. We know we owe him." I said simply.
"But don't you think he's asking a little much?"
"Now you sound like Tori."
"Well, Tori's right." Sam said.
"Listen, we may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to you. I'm not thrilled about this either, man, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, and that's exactly what we're going to do."
After we'd been patted down, we were let into the cafeteria, pushed back into another line to get trays of food. Sam and I made our way to the same table, sitting across from each other.
"You know, this chicken isn't half bad." I muttered, shoving more of it in my mouth.
"Great. Finish mine. Sam grimaced at the food, sliding his plate towards me. "Alright, so let's go back over this, Dean. Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?
"Yeah, psycho killer extraordinaire – Satanism, ritual murderer, died in jail."
"You sure it's him?"
"Pretty sure." I shrugged.
"Dean, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a little bit better than pretty sure."
"Okay. Really pretty sure."
"I miss Tori already." Sam sighed, shaking his head at me as I ate more food.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, for one thing, she doesn't shovel food in her mouth like a dumpster while you're trying to talk to her."
"Mm-hm."
"Dean, would you please?"
"Listen, Moody died of a heart attack, which is what all the victims in here are dying of. He died in the old cell block, which they closed after he croaked, thirty years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started."
"So you think his spirit was released somehow?"
"Mm-hmm."
"But what if he was already cremated?"
"I'm guessing there's something in the old block that's keeping him around. And whatever it is, we got to find it. And, uh, you know the rest." I muttered, feeling the food I'd eaten settling wrong in my stomach. "I'm done."
I pushed away from the table, walking away as Sam followed me. "Sorry. I-"
Turning around, I saw Sam standing in front of a heavily tattoo man, who glared down at him. "Watch where you're going."
"Yeah. Sure. I just-"
"He said he was sorry." I said, walking up to the man.
"Dean..."
"You talking to me? Are you talking to me?" The man asked.
"Great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver too many times." I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go."
The man stared down at me for another moment before walking away. I turned back to Sam, a grin on my face. "See, that's how you got to talk to these guys. Instant respect."
"You were saying?" Sam asked, nodding behind me. I turned around, seeing the tattooed man walk over to a huge guy, saying something to him. The large man stood, making his way over to me.
"Oh, great."
"Tori's not gonna be too happy when she see's you with a busted face." Sam muttered, stepping back as the tattooed guy threw a punch at me. I quickly caught his fist, twisting it behind his back.
"We can end this right now – no harm, no foul."
He broke free of my hold, and I grabbed him again, slamming him against the wall as he stepped on my foot. I used the leveraged, kicking him in the groin, then the stomach, sending him flying to the ground on his back.
"That's enough!" The warden shouted, rushing over to us. "On your feet, Lucas."
"Yes, sir, boss." Lucas muttered, standing up.
The warden pulled out his baton, holding it underneath my chin. "What's your name?"
"Winchester."
"Well, Winchester...not a good start." He paused. "Solitary. You too, Lucas."
The guard cuffed Lucas first, then me, grabbing both of us by our sleeves, pushing us in front of him. I glanced back at Sam over my shoulder, smiling.
"Are we having fun yet, huh?"
SOLITARY CELL – DAY
The cell they'd put me in was small with no window and only a small slit on the door. I leaned against it, letting out a sigh. I wished I could call Tori, see how she was doing. But I didn't want to risk her getting caught.
"I wish I had a baseball." I sighed.
"What? What'd you say?" Lucas asked from his cell across the hall.
"I said, I wish I had a baseball." I repeated, looking through the window-slit in the door. "You know, like Steve McQueen."
"Yeah? Well, I wish I had a bat so I could bash your fucking head in." Lucas spat.
"Okay." I mumbled, resuming my position leaning against the wall. "Well, so much for the bonding in solitary moment." Just then the lights stared flickering and a cold chill moved through the air. "Oh, crap."
I peered through the slit again, spotting a clock in the hallway that read eight-thirty. I watched it for a couple seconds, realizing that it wasn't moving.
"Lucas, listen to me. Stay very still." I said, trying to look through both door slits into Lucas's cell. Suddenly, Lucas let out a loud scream, audibly struggling inside his cell.
MOTEL – DAY
TPOV
No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to take my mind off the boys for more than two seconds at a time. I wondered what they were doing, if they were okay. Hopefully Dean didn't get himself beaten up just yet.
The shrill sound of the phone ringing broke my train of through, echoing throughout the motel room. I let out a sigh, reaching over for it.
"Hello?"
"How'd it go?" Bobby asked.
"How do you think?" I asked, leaning back on the bed. "I haven't wanted a cigarette so badly in years."
"Don't start back up on that now."
"I know, I know. I just can't believe this." I complained to Bobby while he patient sat on the other end of the phone, letting me vent. "I understand being loyal, but this is too much for Deacon to ask of them. They're just so damn stupid, I swear."
"Couldn't agree more."
"And then stupid Victor Henriksen shows up and makes everything harder."
"Who?"
"The guy from Milwaukee who almost busted Dean's ass at that bank." I told him, running a hand through my hair. "He doesn't seem like the type of person that's okay with not getting what he wants. He's out for blood now. I'm really scared, Bobby."
"No you're not."
"Yes, I am. Sam and Dean could be extradited in a week an-"
"And what?" He asked, his voice hard. "Buck up and fight through this like you would everything else. Get in there, fine something – anything – and fight this. Stall it as long as you can. I know you can do it. You know you can do it. So do it, dammit."
LITTLE ROCK POLICE STATION – DAY
After Bobby's little pep talk last night, I decided to take today on with a whole new attitude. Faking my way through a situation, saving the boys butts, this is the kind of stuff I was used to and no one was going to get in the way of that.
I knocked on Henriksen's shut office door, opening it before he'd told me to. He stared up at me from a file in his hand, an eyebrow raised. Reidy, his partner stood off to the side of the room, his arms folded.
"Henriksen."
"Hey, Daniels. I don't remember saying come in."
"I know." I nodded. "Can I have a word?"
"Have a seat." He muttered begrudgingly. "What's on your mind?"
"I've been going through the Winchester charges." I said, sitting in front of him. "And I gotta say, there are some weird inconsistencies."
"Welcome to my world."
"I talked to a cop in Baltimore who swears up and down these boys saved her life and helped her catch a killer." I said. "And there's a witness to your bank robbery in Milwaukee. She swears Sam and Dean saved her life, too."
"Saved her from what?"
"She was a little...unclear on that." I mumbled.
"That's because she's nuts." He scoffed. "Look, I was in Milwaukee. I spoke to her, I spoke to all the witnesses."
"And?"
"And, all I know is, wherever these guys go, people die. It's that simple."
"I don't know that it is. They just don't seem cut-and-dry guilty to me. I think there's more to this."
"More like what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "More like the woman every witness I spoke to said was with them?"
"What?" I asked, feeling fear set in when Bobby's words played through my head.
No, there's not time to show fear right now.
"Yup. Always seems to be a girl tagging along. Not this time, though – but we're looking for her. Haven't found her yet." Henriksen shrugged, looking me right in the eyes, almost like he knew something was up. "But I will."
I blinked a few times, keeping my eyes locked on his. "Well, good luck with that."
"Yeah." He nodded, his tone turning patronizing. "Okay. Grownups are trying to get some work done here, so, if you don't mind..."
"That's fine." I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "I have more important places to be, anyway."
Henriksen stared up at me as I pushed the chair back, heading out of the room. As I walked back down the hallway, I tried to keep it together as anxiety filled my chest.
How long would it really take him to figure out that I was part of this?
GREEN RIVER COUNTY DETENTION CENTER – DAY
The sun shined down over the prison yard, only a few tress planted around to shade certain spots. Currently, I was winning big time and loving every second of it.
"Call."
"Three aces." The guy across from me muttered.
"That's a bad beat. That is a bad beat..." I said, watching the man pick up a few cigarettes that laid on the table between us. "But, see, I'm full...three's over aces."
An angry look cross the man's face as he dropped the cigarettes, slamming his fist down on the table before stomping off.
"Sorry. Hey, it's a cruel game, my friend!" I called as he walked away. Sam sat down in front of me, watching as I moved the pile of cigarettes I'd over in front of me. "It's like picking low hanging fruit."
"You don't even smoke."
"Are you kidding me? This is the currency of the realm."
Sam narrowed his eyes at me. "Look. I got a good lead on Moody."
"Me too. His spirit paid a little visit last night."
"What?"
"The clock stopped, the flickering lights, cold spot...I mean, he did everything but yell boo."
"Well, what happened?" Sam asked.
"He walked right by me. Lucas wasn't so lucky. I mean, the way he was screaming...the guy was a jerk, but he didn't deserve to go like that." I mumbled, thinking back to his screams. "What'd you find out on Moody?"
"Yeah, so, I think I know where we might find his remains. Blood in his old cell."
"Blood? I thought it was a heart attack."
"It was, after the guards worked him over. I mean, apparently there was so much blood in there, they had trouble mopping it out."
"How we gonna get in?"
"I got a plan."
"That's the Sammy I know." I smiled. "Come on, man, you're like Clint Eastwood from Escape From Alcatraz."
"The problem is, if even if we do find something, how are we gonna burn it? We don't have any accelerant."
"It's a good thing I'm like James Garner from The Great Escape." I said, picking up two handfuls of cigarettes, turning to the inmates. "Hey, fellas! Who's ready to deal?"
PRISON CAFETERIA – DAY
"You sure about this?" I asked Sam as we stood in line, glancing up at him.
"Pretty sure."
"Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I'd like a little better than pretty sure." I mimicked.
"Okay, really pretty sure." Sam retorted.
"Well, Tori's gonna be pissed if you get my face busted."
"Whatever they do will be an improvement."
"Shut up. I'd like mine al dente." I said to the server, a grin on my face. He stared up at me with raised eyebrows, plonking a spoonful of spaghetti and sauce on the tray. "Perfect."
We headed out to the tables, passing the same large man from yesterday, who was taking a bite of food as we walked.
"Save room for dessert, Tiny." I commented, sitting across from him. He looked up at me, a glare in his eyes. "Hey, I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun. Just curious, is it like a thyroid problem, or is it some deep seated self-esteem issue?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sam still on his feet, moving slowly over to a set of guards.
"'Cause, you know, they're just doughnuts. They're not love." I finished.
Tiny smiled, suddenly shoving his tray towards me before punching me in the face. I felt myself go flying back to the ground, staying there a moment before getting back up to my feet, punching Tiny three times, though they seemed to do nothing. He grabbed me by the front of my jumpsuit, but I quickly headbutted him, making him release me.
I stumbled backwards, a hand on my now aching head, watching as a guard put his baton around Tiny's neck from behind. Without hesitation, he grabbed the guard, throwing him down on one of the tables.
"Guys, give me a hand." The warden called, rushing over as Tiny caught me off guard, punching me again, grabbing me from behind with his arm around my throat. I felt the air cut of from my lungs as they struggled to get him off of me.
After a few moments they succeeded, pulling him away as I fell to the floor, coughing. The warden pulled me up by the back of my jumpsuit.
"If we'd waited any longer, you'd be dead."
"You waited long enough." I complained.
"Do yourself a favor. Don't. Talk." He said, grabbing the back of my neck, holding me down, nodding up to the guards. "Take them both up to the infirmary."
INFIRMARY CELL – DAY
Sitting on the small bed in the cell, I wondered how Sam was making out and if he'd been able to torch the blood or not when Tiny cleared his throat in the cell across from mine.
"Hey, Tiny."
"Yeah?"
"Hey, sorry about the things I was saying earlier." I apologized, honestly feeling bad. Tori's had too much damn influence on me. "I can't really tell you why, but I had to get you angry. So, uh...anyway, sorry."
"It's okay. Truth is, I have low self-esteem issues. My old man treated me and my brother like crap, right up till the day he died."
"How'd he die?"
"My brother shot him."
"Alright." I muttered, the figure of a woman standing on the other side of a fenced-off area catching my eye. I looked up at the clock frozen at eight-forty-five, feeling a chill around me. "Oh, crap."
"What is it?" Tiny asked. "What's going on?"
I got off the bed, looking for something I could use against the ghost when she undoubtedly came over here. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her walk through the fence, moving slowly. I spotted a salt shaker on the tray at the end of the bed, quickly grabbing it.
The ghost walked closer to my cell, throwing me back against the wall. She stood over me, plunging her hand into my chest. I groaned out in pain, flinging the sat at her. She disappeared from sight, leaving me lying on the floor, clutching my chest.
"Oh! No!" Tiny screamed.
"Tiny!" I called, standing to my feet. I kicked the cell door in anger, hearing him die, knowing there was nothing I could do about it.
PRISON YARD – DAY
After sometime spent in the infirmary, a guard finally came to let me out into the yard for a while with some other inmates, including Sam. We made our way across the yard, trying to keep out of earshot.
"Wait. So you're telling me it wasn't Moody?" Sam asked.
"Not unless he liked going around dressed like a nurse. Poor Tiny, man. Poor giant Tiny." I muttered.
"So this is- this is, like the ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?"
"I don't know, man. I guess."
"You know what, Dean, at this point, I don't know isn't gonna work. We're running out of time."
"Well, we've got to do some quick research."
"How? I mean, maybe you haven't noticed...we're in jail."
"Well, we'll start off by talking to your bathroom buddy. What was his name again?"
"Randall?"
"Yeah. See him around?"
"He's over there." Sam said, pointing to an older man with long hair.
"Alright, then. Let's go."
Sam and I made our way over to Randall, who was sitting at one of the benches.
"Hey." Sam called.
"What?" Randall asked, looking up at us.
"We have a few questions to ask you." I said. "About a nurse that worked in the infirmary."
"Why you want to know?"
"Well, we got our reasons. But, uh...we'll make it worth your while." I said, holding out a pack of cigarettes. Randall took it, shoving the pack in his jumpsuit. "So, this nurse, she would have had white hair, one screwed up eye – is that ringing a bell?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I remember her."
"You remember her name?"
"No, that's still kind of fuzzy." Randall muttered, shooting me a look.
Sam watched on, slightly amused, glancing over at me. "Give it to him."
"I earned these." I said, holding onto the other pack.
"Dean."
"Fine." I huffed, handing Randall the other pack.
"Glockner. Nurse Glockner. Nasty old bitch worked here in the seventies."
"You knew her?" Sam asked.
"I met her once. Had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through the other side of my arm." Randall said. "At least I got out of there alive."
"What do you mean?"
"I've heard these stories. I don't know if they were true. Cons love to talk, but we're all liars."
"What kind of stories?" I asked.
"Guys would go up to the infirmary with a cold. Next thing you know, they're in a body bag. A whole rash of heart attacks – young guys, old guys."
"Heart attacks?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Story was Glockner had it out for cons and she did this, uh, Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic. Anyway, that was the rumor. Nobody ever proved anything."
I nodded. "Whatever happened to Glockner?"
"I don't know. I finished my bit and left. Next time I landed back in here, she was gone."
"Okay, so let's say those stories on Glockner were true." Sam muttered, leaning in close so no one could hear.
"It's a thought. You know, in life, she's a vigilante. In death, same thing."
"Right. But then how's she tied in with the old cellblock? And if she's going after cons, why kill that one guard?"
"I did hear in the yard that that guard wasn't exactly squeaky clean, so, maybe she's going after anybody that breaks a law." I said. "Like me."
"You heard in the yard?" Sam asked, his brow furrowed.
"Yeah." I shrugged, not seeing the problem.
"Dean, does it bother you at all, how easily you seem to fit in here?"
"No, not really."
"So you'd be okay with getting locked up?"
"I don't know."
"You'd never see Tori again." Sam said, raising an eyebrow as I froze. "Like, ever."
"Well, we'd have conjugal visits." I joked, trying to hide my reaction.
"Dean, you know you don't have to hide your feelings for her around me, right?"
"Sam, you keep talking like that in here, somebody's gonna turn you into his bitch real quick."
Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Well, listen, either way, we need more info on Glockner. If she's buried, if so, where? How are we gonna find that out from in here?"
"Easy." I said, standing up.
"Where are you going?"
"I have a date with our lawyer." I said, hearing Sam let out a sigh as I left.
GREEN RIVER COUNTY DETENTION CENTER – DAY
TPOV
A guard led me over to one of the stalls, and I sat down, staring at the glass partition as I waited for Dean. A few moments passed when I saw his torso make it's way over, my eyes going wide as he sat down.
The bruise underneath his left eye trailed over his cheek, the deep purple and yellow color looking sickening against his skin.
Staring at his bruised face, the only thought running through my head was screw the debt Dean felt he had to pay off towards Deacon – I was getting him out of here tonight.
I picked up the phone, clutching onto it tightly. "What happened?"
"Eh, nothing." Dean mumbled, shaking his head. "I have a request."
"What is it?"
"I need you to find out everything you can about a nurse that used to work here in the seventies, most importantly how she died and where she's buried. Her name was Glockner."
"Are you nuts?" I asked, for the benefit of the guards standing around. "Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you're in here?"
"I have a vague notion."
"Good."
"Will you do this?" Dean asked. "Believe me when I say that this is the best way that you can help."
"I'm sure I can think of some other ways." I mumbled. Like getting you the hell out of here.
"All I'm asking is one little favor."
"I'll have to see what I can do, but I can't make promises, Mr. Winchester."
"Thanks.
"Sure.
"Well, times up." Dean said, a sad look in his eyes as he let them linger on me for a second before hanging up the phone.
After seeing the state Dean was in, I was officially done. I was finished with sitting back doing nothing. This ends now.
One of the guards led me to a large metal detector, taking my briefcase to sift through as I walked through.
"You're good." He said, handing me the briefcase back before leading me to the warden's office.
"Thank you." I smiled, knocking on the door. A few moments later, Deacon answered, welcoming me in, shutting the door behind him.
"It's good to see you-"
"Are you sure it's safe to talk in here?" I asked.
"Absolutely."
"How can I trust you?"
"Everything we're doing here is putting my ass on the line, too."
"I just got finished speaking to Dean." I said. "He looks horrible. How could you let that happen to him?"
"Well..."
"Well?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You're supposed to be protecting them in here."
"He and Sam had a plan. Listen, I can't blow my cover either. Which means I can't stop him if he decides to pick a fight."
"I thought you and the guards were supposed to stop fights as soon as they start, not let them carry on until someone gets their face broken!"
"They had to be distracted." Deacon muttered, sitting down on the corner of his desk. "I'm sure Dean's had worse."
"That doesn't make it okay." I said, getting angry at his nonchalant attitude. "I want them out tonight."
"I don't know if they're ready yet-"
"That doesn't matter. They will be."
"Tori, people are dying."
"I hate it just as much as you do, maybe even more. But I will not sit back and let one of those people end up being Sam or Dean, all because of favor you asked!"
"Tori-"
"Dean thinks he owes you for what you did for John, and I agree with him, I do. He owes you a favor, but not his life, do you understand me?" I asked, my voice growing softer. "They're the only family I've got."
"I understand." Deacon nodded.
"Give this to them when you let them go tonight." I repeated, pushing an envelope across the desk to him. "They need it to get rid of the spirit."
PRISON YARD – DAY
DPOV
I hated seeing that look in Tori's eyes when she saw me. I knew how much it bothered her, but I also knew that it would be well worth it in the end once we get this all settled.
Sam spotted me from across the yard, waving me over. "Hey."
"Hey."
"So, uh, we don't have much time left here."
"Why?" I asked.
"Deacon told me Tori paid him a visit. She was pissed. We're leaving tonight."
"Dammit." I hissed, shaking my head. I had to have known Tori would do that.
"Did she say she'd find out about the nurse?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "But if she can't find anything just yet, we could give it another day."
"No, no. We're leaving tonight, and that's it." Sam said.
"What if we don't finish the job? We're just gonna let these people die?"
"Don't give me that, alright? This was your stupid idea. I went along with it, but we're sticking to the plan, Dean."
"Okay. Uh, you leave. I'm gonna stay."
"Yeah, right. Like Tori wouldn't kill me for letting you do that." Sam scoffed. "I wouldn't put it past her to come marching right in here to break you out herself if that happened."
"She probably would." I laughed.
"You know Tori's gonna find what we need in time. We'll be able to pull this off. We just have to get out of here, Dean. Just go along with it." Sam finished, subtly telling me his plan.
Part of me thought we were rushing out of this too quickly, but I knew Sam was right. Tori would take care of everything.
I shook my head, walking away. "You know, what? I don't care."
"Hey, don't turn away from me!"
"Screw you."
"What?! Screw you!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing my shoulder, roughly spinning me around. I pushed him back and before I knew it, Deacon grabbed me as another guard rushed in to grab Sam, separating us.
"Alright, hard case. I see the usual methods ain't gonna work with you." Deacon said to me, nodding up to Sam. "You too, sweetheart."
Both the guard and Deacon pushed us back inside the building, leading us down another hallway before shoving us into a large room.
"Take off. I want to handle this alone." Deacon told the guard.
Without question, the guard nodded, leaving the room. Deacon walked over to me, staring menacingly at me for a moment before placing a hand on the side of my neck.
"Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man." I laughed.
"Sorry, Dean. I thought I was going easy on you. Just trying to make it look real." Deacon smiled, turning me around to unlock the handcuffs. "Though I think I'll have to pay for it later."
"Oh, yeah? Why?"
"Your little lady might come find me. She is quite the firecracker."
"She is." I said, smiling as I thought of Tori. God, did I miss her.
"I gotta admit, I was a little scared of her." Deacon laughed, unlocking Sam's cuffs.
"You aren't the first one to say that." I chuckled.
"So, is it over?"
"Not yet." Sam said. "We think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need."
"Oh, that reminds me." Deacon said, pulling an envelope out of his pocket. "Tori told me to give this to you two."
"Would you look at that. That's my girl." I smiled, opening the envelope. "Wow."
"You want to share with the class, Dean?" Sam asked, shooting me a look.
"Glockner died in the old cellblock after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising. She got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell and gave her a severe cerebral edema."
"Someone bashed her head in."
"Yeah."
"Does it say where she's buried?"
"Yup."
"Alright then, let's get you the hell out of here." Deacon said.
"Don't worry, Deacon. We'll get rid of this thing."
"Good, 'cause I want it out of my prison." Deacon said, removing a vent over on the wall before making his way back over to us. "Boys, uh... I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot but you still came through. Your Daddy raised you right."
"Well, we owed you." Sam murmured.
"But not your lives." Deacon said. "And you put them on the line."
"No big deal." I shrugged.
"Tell Tori I said thank you."
"Sure."
"Alright." Deacon smiled, pulling Sam in for a hug, then me. "Hope to see you again, huh? Just not in here, okay?"
"Yeah, we'll do our best." Sam said, heading over to the vent.
I nearly followed him, stopping and turning back to Deacon. "Oh...where do you want it?"
"What?" Deacon asked, realization coming over him when he saw the look on my face. He nodded, pointing to his cheek. "Yeah um...make it look real, son."
I neared back and punching him right in the cheek, sending him flying to the ground. Shooting him an apologetic smile, I made my way out through the vent after Sam.
The night skies camouflaged us a bit better as we ran for the railings outside the prison over to the Impala. I smiled as I saw her, running a hand along the side of the doors.
"Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes." I told her, pulling off my prison garb, sitting in the driver seat. "You know, I almost wish I could see Henriksen's face."
"Really? 'Cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again." Sam muttered. "I mean, we're not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?"
"Yeah. Good point." I nodded, hearing the alarm sound loudly through the prison yard as a red light started flashing. I quickly started the Impala, pulling out of the lot and onto the road. The only thing that would make this better right now was seeing Tori.
LITTLE ROCK POLICE STATION – NIGHT
TPOV
It was late at night when I'd gotten a call from the Agent Henriksen, telling me it was urgent and that I needed to get down there fast. When I'd made it to his office, he all but pulled me inside, slamming the door shut as he started questioning me.
"It's an easy question. What did you and Dean talk about?" Henriksen asked, pacing back and forth on the other side of the desk.
"I already told you. It was a private conversation between me and my client."
"Right, and just three hours later he just happened to bust out." Henriksen scoffed, leaning down on the desk in front of me. "Now, tell me, what he said."
CEMETERY – NIGHT
DPOV
Sam and I were on our way to Glockners grave site, carrying shovels and a bag along the way.
"What if Henriksen gets to Tori?"
"I thought she couldn't say anything – you know, that whole lawyer-client privilege thing."
"The privilege doesn't apply, Dean."
"So, she'll talk?"
"I don't know."
"Well, hopefully he won't ask for her."
"Do you really think he'll just let a lose end like her go?" Sam asked, looking over at me with worried eyes. I didn't need to reply, the both of us already knowing the obvious answer.
LITTLE ROCK POLICE STATION – NIGHT
TPOV
"Let me make this simple. You don't come clean, I will put you on the hook for aiding and abetting." Henriksen said.
"Oh that- that's ridiculous." I muttered, getting flustered.
"You don't think that I can? You think this is some kind of game, lady? I am the last person on planet earth you want to screw with. Now, tell me what he said." He repeated, his tone threatening.
"He wanted me to do some research." I sighed, looking up at him. "On a prison nurse that died in nineteen-seventy-six."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"What else?" Henriksen pushed.
"They wanted to know where she was buried."
"Did you find out where?"
"Yes."
"Did you tell them?"
"Yes." I repeated.
"Tell me."
"Mountain side cemetery." I rattled off, allowing a guilty look to gross my face.
"Alright, let's go!" Henriksen yelled, rushing out of the office with his partner.
I watched them go for a moment before getting up, slipping out of the building without anyone noticing me. I quickly rushed around to the back, jumping into the car I'd been using that was already packed up with everything from the motel, and quickly made my way to the cemetery.
Cop cars passed me as I drove and I tried my hardest to keep calm, watching Henriksen's car take the lead They sped past, following the same direction I was until we came to a four-way road where they all turned left and I turned right.
CEMETERY – NIGHT
DPOV
I stood over the deep grave Sam and I had just dug, trying not to think about Tori being interrogated by that asshole Henriksen. It ate me up inside, but I tried to ignore it, concentrating on what we were doing here.
"Got her." Sam muttered, hitting the coffin with his shovel, opening it up to reveal a bunch of old bones and cobwebs. I poured kerosene all over them as Sam lit a match, throwing it in the coffin.
We watched as he bones burned, waiting for the flames to die down a bit before shutting the coffin, shoveling the dirt back into place. I heard the sound of a car pulling up to the cemetery, looking up to see a car I didn't recognize slowing to a stop.
TPOV
I pulled up in front of the Green Valley cemetery, beeping the horn to signal Sam and Dean. A huge wave of relief fell over me as I watched them run out from the thin treeline in front of the cemetery. I got out out of the car, practically running over to them, pulling them both into my arms, ignoring the fact that they were covered in dirt.
"I missed you idiots so much." I said, holing them tightly.
"Love you, too, Tori." Sam muttered, a smile in his voice as he rubbed my back, pulling away slightly. I inspected his face for bruises, seeing there weren't any.
"It's good to see that one of you got out unscathed." I commented, cringing as I turned to Dean, caressing his bruised face in my palm. "Aw, baby."
"It looks worse than it feels."
"I can't believe you!" I exclaimed, smacking him on the shoulder. "It wasn't bad enough you got locked up, you had to pick fights, too!?"
"Hey, I did what I had to." He replied, grabbing my wrists, pulling me to him, placing a kiss on my lips. As much as I tried to be angry at him, I couldn't help but turn to putty in his arms. Dean pulled back when Sam cleared his throat, smiling down at me. "Jesus, I missed you."
"I missed you." I smiled. "We better get out before they realize I lied."
"So Henriksen did call you in?" Sam asked, the three of us heading over to the car to get my stuff out.
"Big time." I replied, throwing a bag over my shoulder, handing the other to Sam.
"What'd you do?"
"I told them you guys were at a different cemetery."
"You're a genius." Dean said, pulling me to his side as we went over to the Impala parked a few feet away, throwing everything in the trunk.
"I know." I grinned, holding my hand out. "Give me the keys."
"But it's been so long since I drove her-"
"Dean, you need rest."
"Fine." Dean huffed, dropping the car keys into my opened hand. I got into the driver seat as Dean slid into the passenger seat and Sam in the back.
A few moments of silence passed as I drove out of the cemetery, taking a deep breath. "Guys, we are really screwed this time."
"Yeah, I know." Dean nodded. "We got to go deep this time."
"Deep, Dean?" Sam scoffed. "We should go to Yemen."
"Oh, I'm- I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep." Dean muttered.
"Might have to be eventually. Henriksen won't let this go."
"We can deal with him." Dean said. I glanced back at Sam, sharing a look of disbelief at how Dean was acting when it came to all of this.
As much as Dean might like to think so, we weren't indestructible. And I had a horrible feeling that if Henriksen got his hooks in us again, we wouldn't be so lucky this time.
I gotta admit, I'm pretty proud of this chapter and I really like it, even though it's kinda short.
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