AN: I realized I spelt the main FBI agent's name wrong, but I'm too lazy to go back and fix it…ENJOY!
February-ish 2008, Monument, Colorado, United States
Dean, Sam, and Maya looked at the transport's door as it was opened.
"Alright you three, let's go," motioned the agent known as Reidy. Sam and Dean were brought off first followed by Maya. Reidy led the way to the local police station with Sam and Dean in tow, Maya behind them, and two armed policemen brining up the rear. One of which had Puck muzzled and on a tight leash. The little dog strained to walk right beside Maya as they entered the station.
Reidy stopped and they all paused to look at the female secretary (Nancy Fitzgerald), agent Henriksen, the deputy and the police chief in the bullpen. Sam looked around a little worried, Maya had a façade of confidence, and Dean smirked at the serious faces looking at him. Nancy looked nervous and scared, clutching her rosary.
Then Dean, of course, opened his mouth, "Why all the sourpusses?" He smirked widely. No one was amused, except Maya who decided to take a dig at Dean.
"Maybe 'cause they have to experience your ugly mug in person now," she sassed. She smirked as Dean looked behind him to glare at her.
"Ah, screw you Goldy! I'm adorable." He smiled confidently, until Maya spoke again.
"Yeah," she agreed, "the same way a really ugly dog is adorable." She was openly smiling now in amusement. Sam just shook his head at the two, because really? They're in some serious trouble and they're cracking jokes?
Dean scowled and put up a face of mock hurt as he patted his chest over his heart with his bound hands, "That hurt Goldy. Right here."
"That's enough," Henriksen ordered. All three of their attention goes to him. "Take the Winchester's to their cells," he nodded to Reidy as he walked towards them. "Leave 'Goldy' here," his eyes trained on the teenager who had stopped slightly between Sam and Dean. "I want to know who she is and why she's hanging around these psychopaths." Henriksen made a mental note at the subtle shift the Winchester's bodies made. Sam drew himself up a little taller behind Maya and Dean shifted a little more in front of her, both gave him hard stares. Even that confidence Maya tried to cultivate cracked just a little and she leaned a little more behind Dean.
"What's wrong Henriksen? Tired of me and Sammy already?" Dean smirked at Henriksen, but it didn't reach his eyes. Reidy grabbed his arm roughly to get him moving. "Hey! Watch the merchandise!" Dean protested as he wrenched his arm out of Reidy's grasp, but kept walking, shooting Maya a pointed glance then looking at the scared secretary's face as they walked by in rattling chains. "We're not the ones you should be scared of Nancy." Sam gave Maya a comforting pat on her shoulder with his big hand as he shuffled by her.
Winchesters were taken to their cell with their chains rattling all the way. The one guard handed off Puck's leash to Henriksen as he walked by when the FBI agent motioned for it. Apparently Maya wasn't worth armed escort. Hmph. Henriksen looked at Maya and took her arm and guided her into the bullpen. He sat her down at one of the chairs beside the desks.
Henriksen looked down at the teen sitting there looking up at him. Puck did his best to sit beside Maya and face the hostile man but the leash was still too short, he let loose a little whine behind his muzzle. Maya's eyes flickered from Henriksen to Puck at the whine, then back up.
"I'm going to un-cuff one of your hands and attach it to this desk here beside you," Henriksen motioned to the desk that had a bolted steel loop on hits side. "If you don't try anything I'll let you hold onto, Puck is it? I'll let you hold on to his leash, but the muzzle stays." He warned as he waited for an answer.
Maya stared at him, assessing him, her eyes flickering back to Puck now and again. She gives an agitated sigh and begrudgingly nods her agreement. Henriksen unlocked her right cuff and attached it to the desk before handing over Puck's lead.
The little dog immediately tried to jump up into her lap but Maya's one free hand kept him down and petted him reassuringly. Puck huddled against the front of her legs and started staring down Henriksen, letting out warning growls and huffs behind the muzzle. It was official; Henriksen was now on Puck's shit list with Sam.
"All right," Henriksen brought Maya's attention back onto him, "I've gotta make a call but when I'm done we're going to have a chat about your choice in company."
Henriksen went to the phone on the other side of the desk and dialed a number as he took off his bulletproof vest with one hand.
"It's me. Is Steven in?...Well, get him out of the meeting," Henriksen pulled off the vest and waited for this Steven guy to answer on the other end of the phone. "I got 'em plus an extra…yeah some teenage girl and her dog…well, they'll be at Supermax by morning and the girl will be sent to some adolescent detention center in the next couple of days. I'm more worried about the Winchesters…armored bus, loaded with men…look we're taking every precaution…whatever you think is best…yeah?" Henriksen looked annoyed with whatever the guy on the other end was saying to him. He placed the phone back on the receiver in agitation and looked over to the Sheriff who just walked in.
"There's a chopper on its way," Henriksen informed the Sheriff.
The Sheriff looked up from his papers, "Yeah, but we don't have a helicopter pad."
"Then clear the damn parking lot," Henriksen answered annoyed as he walked around the desk, pulling up another chair and sitting in front of Maya. The Sheriff went to do as ordered.
Maya's lips twisted into a smirk as she regarded the FBI agent, "Rough day?" she asked in mock concern.
Henriksen gave a snort as he stared at her intensely. "Not really, because, see, I just caught myself two murdering psychopaths with a penchant for grave desecration and armed robbery. So, it's been a pretty good day," he leaned back in his chair hands spread before bringing them back together for a light clap. "Then there's you," his clasped hands pointed at her, "had my man Reidy look in your bag and not much there, not even something with your name on it. Nothing all that incriminating either, unless you count the amount of candy you got horded in there," he joked which got a little twitch of Maya's lips in amusement.
"What can I say?" Maya shrugged. "Got a bit of a sweet tooth." Puck performed a very specific whine at her feet that had Maya's eyes briefly flicker down at him. "Mind tossing me one of them?" she asked with a sweet smile and big eyes.
"Tell me your name and I'll get you one," Henriksen offered with a shrug. He watched as Maya weighed her options in her mind as her left hand drummed on the desk rhythmically.
"All right," Maya agreed. Henriksen grabbed her bag from the floor on the other side of the desk. He pulled out a Hersey Bar and sat back down in front of her. She held out and as he made to give it to her he pulled it back close to his chest out of reach.
"Name first kid."
She leaned back in her chair and rolled her eyes, "What? Don't you trust me?" she said with faux innocence as she batted her eyes at him. Henriksen gave her a blank look. "Fine," Maya held her un-cuffed hand up in surrender. "I'm Maya. Now, may I please have the chocolate bar?"
"Last name too," he demanded. He needed to find out who she was and if she had any parents that he could get a hold of.
Maya clicked her tongue in reluctance and shook her head. "No, I don't think so. Besides, you didn't ask for a full name, just a name." Maya grinned. Taking in the agent's serious face she knew he wasn't giving her the chocolate bar.
Henriksen leaned forward in his seat, using the Hershey bar to point at her, "Listen, Maya, do you realize how much trouble you're in? You were caught breaking and entering a hotel room with two known fugitives high on the FBI's most wanted list. Just being associated with them can get you in some serious trouble that will follow you for the rest of your life." he said threateningly. Maya wasn't fazed.
Maya tilted her head and scrunched her face in disagreement. "Mmmm no, I don't think so."
"You really think you're going to get out of this?" Henriksen scoffed, but the teenager's small smirk just grew wide with a knowing gleam in her eyes. She leaned forward.
"Oh, I know I will." She gave a little laugh before straightening up in her chair. "See, catching me? Was a goddamn fluke, and for me? It's actually really embarrassing." She actually gave a little bit of an embarrassed smile.
"I'm like you Mr. Henriksen, I don't like murderers, rapists, abusers, psychopaths, or any other scum of the earth types." Her face wrinkled in disgust. "I also make it a point of not hanging around them either."
"Yet you willingly went on a B&E with the Winchesters?" He asked incredulously. What was wrong with this girl?
"Exactly," Maya just sat back looking at him smugly.
"You've been sipping the same Satan worshipping and monster hunting Kool-Aid that the boys' Daddy been feeding them too, huh?" He narrowed his eyes at her as Maya couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Oh Henriksen," Maya sighed in amusement, "if only you knew." She gave him a big smile at his less than entertained face.
"Fine," Henriksen had enough of her attitude, "you wanna play the cool criminal? That's fine, but you're gonna have to hand back over the leash, and see how you like it behind some nice wrought iron bars." Henriksen stook out his hand and Maya reluctantly handed over Puck's leash.
The little dog whined and growled in protest, but Maya shushed him. "It's all right Puck. Just behave okay?" Puck let out another whine and nudged her hand and legs once more.
"Smart dog," Henriksen commented with a raised eyebrow. Maya just gave him a knowing smirk. "Nancy?" Henriksen turned to the secretary who had been side-eyeing them the whole conversation.
"Yessir?" She asked nervously. Henriksen brought the little dog over and tied the leash to one of the legs on her desk.
"Keep an eye on him, okay?" Nancy nodded as she looked at the little dog sitting calmly beside her desk as he sent puppy eyes and another whine at Maya. Henriksen turned back to Maya, as he put the chocolate bar in his pocket. He had both her hands cuffed once more, "Let's see if a little glimpse into your future will have you in a more-cooperative mood." he grabbed her arm and took her the holding cells.
"Hey boys," Henriksen called out as they entered the room, "brought your little friend too see you." He opened the door to the empty cell beside the Winchesters and nudged Maya in. She shuffled in without complaint and flopped down on the wall-mounted bed. "Look around kid," Henriksen gestured around them as he looked at Maya, "this is five stars compared to what they've got in juvie. So, I'd take this time to think about your," he looked over at the Winchesters "life choices." He finished.
Dean just sent the agent a smug devil-may-care smirk his way and Sam remained slouched and impassive beside him.
Henriksen walked over and stood in front of their cells looking at them in satisfaction.
"What? Am I not interesting anymore?" Maya called then gave a little laugh at the deadpanned glare sent her way by Henriksen, before ignoring her as he turned his attention back to Dean. She got an amused huff from Dean and a small quirk of the lips from Sam.
"You know what I'm trying to decide?" Henrikson asked Dean, who didn't look at him shaking his head with a scoff.
"I don't know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Dean asked blandly. Maya gave a strained smile as she contained her laughter.
"Might need a little more than that," Maya commented from across the room, but Henriksen ignored her.
"What to have for dinner tonight, steak or lobster." All three of them looked at the agent like he was nuts. "What the hell, surf-and-turf. I got a lot to celebrate." Henriksen smirked. "I mean, after all, seeing you two in chains…"
"You kinky son of a bitch," Dean smirked as he turned his head to the side to look at Henriksen, "We don't swing that way." A smug smile plastered on his face.
"Oh yeah, that's funny," Henriksen commented dryly.
Maya pursed her lips and scrunched her brow, "I don't get it. Dean," She drew all their attention. "How are chains kinky?" Sam covered his mouth to suppress his laughter as Dean gave her a blank stare. Henriksen just rolled his eyes.
Dean looked at her intensely then shook his head, "Nope. No way. I'm not explaining BDSM to you. Not touching that topic with a 10ft pole!"
Maya just looked at him confused, "But Dean—" Dean made an abrupt stop movement with his hand, not looking at her. "Fine," Maya scoffed as she looked at Sam expectantly, "Sam can—" Sam just made a choking noise as he shook his head violently. Maya then looked at Henriksen.
"Don't. Even." Was the annoyed response she got from the agent before she could even ask.
She slumped back down in her seat and pouted a little. What's wrong with wanting to know? This was not over!
Dean shook his head at the girl as he turned his attention back to the FBI agent who was, for all intents and purposes, gloating. "You know, I wouldn't break out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at that bank, couldn't keep us in that jail…" Dean trailed off with a smug smile.
Henriksen gave a self-depreciating smile, "You're right. Screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart. But now I'm ready."
"Yeah, ready to lose us again?" Dean asked looking around the jail cell, all smug.
"Ready like a court order to keep you in super maximum prison in Nevada till trial," that had Sam looking at the agent in concern. "Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell so small that, between you and me—it's probably unconstitutional. How's that for ready?"
Maya gave an impressed whistle at that. This guy really wanted the Winchesters behind bars for shit he doesn't even know the full story for. "Shit guys, I think you're in some serious trouble." She snorted in amusement. Sam and Dean just sent her withering glares in her direction that she just shrugged off.
"I wouldn't be talking sweetheart. I've got you in association with the Winchester duo here, as well as your B&E. You ain't walking out of here either, unless it's in chains on your way to an adolescent detention center." Henriksen addressed.
Maya scoffed, "Sure I will." She smiled cockily, looking very much like her Dad.
"Oh yeah? How's that?" Henriksen huffed, not at all believing her. Sam and Dean saw the mischievous smirk cross her face. Oh, this was going to be good.
"I'm a demi-god, duh." She gave a very straight and very bland face.
Henriksen gave her a blank stare, "What?"
"You know, half human, half god, all awesomeness? Well," Maya paused, "I'm more of a half Trickster with demi-god status. Got powers and all that jazz. Just be glad my old man isn't here, yeesh," Maya grimaced at what her Dad would do if her saw her chained up and behind bars.
Henriksen laughed derisively, "Oh yeah? And whose your Daddy, Hercules? Zeus?"
Maya snorted, "That blowhard? Please, think Norse Pantheon. Trickster god of chaos and mischief; Loki."
Sam and Dean gave each other looks wondering if Maya was telling the truth.
Henriksen regarded the teenager who was probably a few marbles short of a full handful if she really believed that this Loki character was her father. "Might need to get you a psych eval and get you treated for your delusions."
"You calling me crazy?!" She yelled in shocked outrage that was completely undermined by her large unrepentant smile. Sam and Dean did their best to hide their smiles. "You're the crazy one if you're honestly following orders from lizard people wearing human meat suits. Those fuckers are everywhere, infiltrating our governments, telling us in the know we're all nuts. It's a conspiracy!" Maya hissed out with a smile before busting up in laughter at Henriksen's reaction of disbelief. He let out a groan as he rubbed his face.
He glared at Sam and Dean who were now a little more at ease as they shook a little from repressed laughter.
"I wouldn't be laughing Dean." Henriksen said, getting the older Winchester's attention. "I'd take a good look at Sam, and chuckles over there. You three will never see each other again." Any amusement left Dean as he took in the seriousness of the agent's words. "Aww. Where's that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it." Henriksen asked with a smile and fake concern.
Dean rolled his eyes away as he shook his head ruefully. "You got the wrong guys."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters," Henriksen pointed at Sam and Dean mockingly. "Sorry Dean. Truth is, your Daddy brainwashed you with all that Devil talk, just like your probably doing to our young friend over there, and he no doubt touched you in a bad place." That had Sam sitting up straight as he joined his brother in staring down Henriksen on the other side of the bars. Henriksen continued, "That's all. That's reality."
"Too far man," Maya mumbled as she watched from her cell.
"Why don't you shut your mouth?" Dean growled at the agent.
"Well, guess what? Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story, but not everybody becomes a serial killer." Henriksen turned his gaze over at the lounging teenager in the adjoining cell. "Or follows the same highway to hell as one."
"Oooh that sounds familiar," Maya smirked as she let her eyes get a far off look as she thought, her mind thinking of a song and that ring of keys and chocolate in Henricksen's pockets. They all looked at the small window in Sam and Dean's cell as they heard chopper blades and saw a bright light filter through the small opening.
Henriksen looked back at the boys, "And now I have two less to worry about." He brought his watch up and tapped it as he looked at the boys smugly, "Mm. It's surf-and-turf time." He lets out a laugh as he walked away, Dean giving him a sarcastic grin. Then he stopped in front of Maya's cell. "You don't have to go down with their ship, Maya. All-"
SNAP!
Maya had snapped her right fingers in a eureka moment, "That's it! AC/DC's Highway to Hell!" She grinned broadly at the unimpressed agent. Dean was smirking proudly at her. "What? Don't know it? It goes like this:
I'm on a highway to hell!
On a highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on a high—
"Hey! Where you going?!" Maya called out after belting out, uncaring of pitch, most of the chorus as Henriksen shook his head and walked away out of the holding cell. "Hmph. Rude." Maya sniffed, as she looked at an amused Sam and Dean.
"Lizard people, Goldy?" Dean sent her a smirk. Maya shrugged as she stuck her hand in her coat pocket grabbing the chocolate bar Henriksen had stuck in his pocket earlier during their chat. "Where?" Dean stopped himself and just rolled his eyes as Maya gave a toothy grin as she chowed down hungrily. Took less energy to nab something close by than far away, and her blood sugar was running low.
"Hey," Sam called out. "What you said about your Dad being Loki, that true?"
Maya swallowed the last piece of chocolate, balling up the wrapper, as she smirked at him. "I can neither confirm, nor deny that Loki is my Dad." Mischief twinkled in her golden eyes. That's when they heard Puck barking his head off like a maniac.
Maya's brow pinched in concern as she looked at the open doorway beside her cell listening as Puck barked and yipped frantically. Something was very wrong. Puck barked sure, but it was usually only one or two to get her attention.
Sam and Dean tensed at her perturbed expression.
"What's up with Lassie?" Dean asked, not liking how Maya was so tense listening to her dog pitch a fit.
"Only time Puck barked like this was when he saw Sam as a threat back in Ohio," Maya revealed her eyes narrowed at the empty hall. "Something's here, and it ain't friendly."
"We're locked in cells in a station full of un-friendlies," Dean pointed out. Sam shifted in his seat, as he became more painfully aware of the cuffs and chains restraining him and Dean.
"Yeah, but Puck knows I can handle them. Whatever he's barking at," Maya paused as she heard a loud whine as his barking ceased. Maya gulped nervously, "it's a lot more dangerous." She shuffled further away from the cell door, and subsequently the open doorway, on the mounted cell bed.
That's when a man in a black suit with a blue and black pinstripe tie walked in and slid the metal door of the holding cell room closed. He…didn't look all that impressive. Looked like some desk jockey. Didn't mean he didn't give Maya the creeps. He glanced at her briefly, but ignored her as he walked to Sam and Dean's cell with hands on his hips and a pleased smile on his face.
Dean stood up to eye the well-dressed man on the other side of the bars, Sam remained sitting but wasn't any less attentive. Maya was tense in her cell, face nervous, but ready to act all the same.
"Sam and Dean Winchester," the man said pleasantly. "I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves." Sam and Dean looked at each other before looking back at Groves. "This is a pleasure." He took a step closer to their cell.
"Well, I'm glad one of us feels that way," Dean droned, looking away. He shouldn't have.
"I've been waiting a long time for you two to come out of the woodwork." Groves smiled with a head tilt, as he whipped out a gun with a silencer, nozzle through the bar, and shot Dean in the shoulder.
Everything that followed happened so fast. Maya was shocked as she watched Dean collapsed back onto the wall bed clutching his shoulder, and Sam launching himself at Groves, grabbing at the still firing gun through the bars. Seeing Dean try to avoid more bullets coming his way and Sam struggling to wrestle the gun from Groves' hands had Maya acting.
With a snap of her fingers the gun and silencer were in her hands, "Got it!" That got Groves' attention as he looked in her direction with a feral smile as his eyes turned completely black. He was possessed by a demon.
"Nice little friend you got there," the demon smiled as he looked back at Sam, who still had a hold on his gun hand through the bars. Sam's eyes widened as he quickly began chanting an exorcism in Latin.
Maya watched with wide terrified eyes as the demon's head shook back and forth, gargling as Sam did the exorcism. She had never been this close to a demon it was petrifying.
Sam finished the exorcism and the demon snapped his head back to look at him with a demented grin, "Sorry. Got to cut this short. It's gonna be a long night, fellas." his voice garbled roughly, then he turned to look at a terrified Maya, "Gonna have some fun with you too, sweetheart." His head snapped back and noxious black smoke poured out of his mouth and into the ventilation in the roof with a loud shout that garnered the attention of everyone in the precinct.
Sam let go as the empty and dead body of Steven Groves fell to the floor, just as the door to the holding cell slid open and Henriksen, Reidy, and the policemen came in with guns drawn shouting at them.
Guns were trained on Maya since she's the one still holding the weapon. Keeping the weapon out front she carefully put it on the ground in the middle of her cell, moving away, and used her foot to carefully slide it over to her cell's door. She backed up to a far corner and got on the ground like they demanded. Maya was silent through the whole thing, still a little bit in shock.
With Maya so far away from the door and the gun, the Deputy reached through the bars and grabbed the gun and silencer.
Henriksen had his gun trained on the Winchesters during this forcing them to get on their knees with their hands above their heads. Sam was talking loudly telling the officers that Maya didn't shoot anybody, since he could tell Maya seemed to have lost her voice.
"He shot me!" Dean griped as he held the wound at his shoulder to stem the bleeding.
When the gun was in their possession Sam started talking to the FBI agents. "We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood." The FBI agents glanced at each other. "We did not kill him."
"Go ahead, check him." Henricksen gave the go ahead for Reidy. Reidy checked the body finding no blood, or bullet wound, and definitely no pulse.
"Vic, there's no bullet wound," Reidy looked up to his partner.
"He's probably been dead for months," Dean groaned.
"What did you do to him?" Henriksen questioned.
"We didn't do anything!" Dean shouted.
"Talk, or I shoot!"
"You won't believe us!" was Dean's rebuttal to Henriksen's demand..
Sam looked nervously around and decided to tell the truth, "He was possessed." Of course Henriksen didn't believe him and ordered Reidy to fire up the chopper to take them out of there, which Dean agreed to with annoyance. Though he demanded Maya and her mutt come with them.
He wasn't about to leave the poor girl behind, who knew if any more demons were going to come out of the woodwork. Her reaction and current silence made it obvious that this was her first encounter with them. Dean and Sam weren't sure if they were happy she survived, or sad that she had to experience it at all.
Getting Maya and Puck to come however became a moot point when Reidy's CB radio spat nothing but static. Henriksen motioned for Reidy to go outside to get the chopper ready.
An explosion from outside rocked the building.
Henriksen tried to call Reidy through the CB, but got nothing. Reidy didn't come back. The Sheriff and Deputy left the holding cell, while Henriksen stayed behind looking at Sam and Dean, then glancing at Maya who seemed to have sunk in on herself. He left the holding cell.
Sam and Dean went back to sit on the cell bed, Dean clutching his wounded shoulder. Sam nudged Dean and nodded towards Maya. Looking away from the bullet wound Dean took in Maya's appearance, and he felt his heart break a little.
Maya had brought her knees up tucking them to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them. Her head was down, hair obscuring her face from view. She looked so small curled up by herself, and vulnerable. Humans she said she could handle, but supernatural baddies? Dean was pretty sure she didn't have any fighting experience against them. Reading books and field experience were two very different things.
"It's going to be all right Goldy," Dean tried to reassure, even if he didn't feel all that confident himself. They were after all cuffed, chained, and locked in cells. Maya didn't even move. "That your first demon encounter?" Maya gave a small nod and seemed to curl tighter into her self. "Well, you handled it pretty well, got out of the shock in time to save my ass that's for sure." Dean tried to lighten the mood; he saw her shoulders shift from a huff of amusement.
"C'mon Goldy, I need you to look at me, okay? Let me see those big beautiful gold eyes you got hiding under that mop top you call a hair cut." Dean teased. There was a muffled mumble that came from Maya that suggested she said something snarky to him. Sam watched his brother do his thing. Sam could handle talking to adults, being formal, but that never really worked well for kids and teens. Dean always seemed to be able to read and connect with them better.
"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that? Dean Winchester is the most handsome man you've ever seen? Gee thanks Goldy, real ego boost there since I'm not at my most attractive at the moment." Dean smirked as Maya raised her head and rested her chin on her knees.
"Which is when exactly? Never?" Maya quipped, letting a small smile grace her face. Dean gave a mock hurt face.
"Always with attacking my good looks. You jealous?" Dean teased. Maya snorted, her eyes lighting up a little.
"No, just figured someone needed to hack that ego down to size. You might be able to drive faster if the impala wasn't weighed down by how massive it is."
"That's what she said," Dean gave a lewd smirk at his joke and snorted at the shocked/disgusted face Maya gave him, which melted into a chuckle. There was comfortable silence for a few moments when Dean looked seriously into her eyes. "Do you trust us?" he asked. Maya looked at him and Sam, before focusing more on him. "Well, me at least?" Dean amended. She gave a slow careful nod. "Then trust me that I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay? Not if I can help it." Sam was a little hurt by her mistrust of him, but he understood it. Didn't mean he had to like it.
Maya nodded and gave another smile, "Okay."
"And, if there's time I'll save your rat too," Dean added jokingly. Maya scowled playfully at him.
Then the lights went out, Maya remained seated as she looked around worriedly. Sam and Dean weren't much better. They heard the backup generator going but the lights remained off.
Dean looked from Maya to Sam, "That can't be good."
"Not much we can do about it," Sam sighed as he looked at Dean's shoulder. "We gotta slow that bleeding." Dean rolled his eyes as Sam went to work on his shoulder, pressing a cloth to it tightly.
Dean closed his eyes and groaned in pain. "All right. Don't be such a wuss," was what he got from nurse Hatchet, aka Sam. When he opened his eyes he caught Maya's worried expression, he sent her a reassuring smile.
Then Henriksen stepped through the door, "What's the plan? Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?" He walked up to Sam and Dean's cell.
"What the hell you talking about?" Dean asked confused, they all were.
"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about a blood bath."
"Okay, I promise you, whoever's out there is not here to help us," Dean tried to convince Henriksen.
"Look, you got to believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger." Sam added.
"You think?" Henriksen already knew that, but just not from what.
"Why don't you let us out of here so we can save your asses?" Dean demanded.
"From what?" Henriksen watched as the Winchesters gave pointed looks between each other. "You gonna say demons? Don't you dare say 'demons'." Henriksen shook his head in disbelief, gun waving in hand. "Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me." With that he walked away, but stopped at Maya's cell to look at her. The cocky kid was gone and now he saw a worried and nervous girl staring back at him. "Finally see what they are kid?"
She shrugged, "Ask me that when you finally see it, Henriksen." He scoffed at her before leaving. "Jackass." She muttered, much to Dean's amusement.
"How's the shoulder?" Sam asked looking at the bleeding wound on Dean. Dean pulled back a bloody rag and looked at Sam pointedly.
"It's awesome," Dean sighed sarcastically throwing away the dirty rag. "I'll live. You know, if we get out of here alive. So," he looked at Sam then at Maya, "anyone got a plan?"
"I could nab the keys but I'd be grabbing at every key in the station since I don't know the specific ones we need," Maya shrugged. "I'm also still pretty low on energy. I do that and I'll probably be out of it till I get some more sugar." She sighed rubbing her face a little. The chocolate bar helped earlier, but she still needed more. She could feel the fatigue coming on.
"Yeah," Dean drawled, "let's not have you checkin' out on us when demons are probably surrounding the place." Dean groaned as Sam moved his shoulder to get a better look at it. That's when he looked up and noticed Nancy looking in nervously from the hallway. "Hey," Sam noticed Dean looking at something then looks where he was looking and sees Nancy too.
"Hey," Sam called out to her. Maya looked over seeing the nervous secretary as well. Sam turned away from Dean to give Nancy his complete attention. "Hey. Uh, please. Please. We need your help," Sam pleaded motioning to Dean. "It's—it's Nancy, right? Nancy my—my brother's been shot. He's—he's bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel?" Nancy looked at him warily, and Sam turned on his puppy eyes. "Look at us. We're not the bad guys, I swear." How can such a large man make himself appear so small?
Nancy rolled away from the door and left. Maya watched her go down the hall best she could from her vantage point.
"Bring chocolate too, please!" Maya yelled before looking back at the brothers giving her 'really?' faces. "What? I've got a condition! You know this!"
Dean rolled his eyes, "Nice try guys." Maya heard footsteps coming back down the hall and perked up. There was Nancy with a towel and…chocolate bars!
"Nancy you are a godsend!" Maya breathed out in something akin to almost worshipfulness. She looked over at Dean and Sam, "Sorry guys, but you just got demoted on the awesomeness scale."
"Least now we know the quickest way to your heart, Goldy." Dean scoffed good-naturedly as he rolled his eyes.
Nancy shuffled to Maya's cell and tossed the two chocolate bars onto the cell bed. "Thank you," Maya gave a sincere smile that was returned tentatively, before Nancy made her way to the boys' cell.
Sam did the whole disarming look and hunched shoulders thing that made him look less threatening. Nancy gave him a smile when he thanked her and actually stuck her right hand through the bars to hand him the clean towel. Then Sam grabbed her wrist pulling her flush against the bars scaring the crap out of her and causing her to scream in terror.
"Let her go! Let her go!" The Deputy came in running with a shotgun and pointed it at Sam. Sam complied, raising his hands in the air with the towel. Dean raised his own hands as he backed up. "You okay Nance?" the deputy asked looking back at the scared secretary holding her self. He looked back at the Winchesters, "Try something again, and get shot. And not in the arm!" The Deputy and Nancy backed out of the holding room, gun still pointed at them.
"Way to be nightmare fuel Sam. I think you just traumatized her for life," Maya scowled as she unwrapped the first chocolate bar. What was Sam thinking?
"What the hell was that?" Dean hit Sam in the arm.
Then Sam held up Nancy's rosary. "Holy water. Burns demons like acid."
"Huh," Dean chuckled. "Better than nothing."
"Where you going to get the water?" Maya asked, after gulping down another bite of her chocolate bar, already feeling better.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, then Sam's eyes landed on the something in their cell. Maya followed his gaze and almost choked on her chocolate.
The toilet. Toilet water. Holy toilet water.
"Gives the phrase, 'paying homage to the throne' a whole new meaning," Maya snickered as she finished off her first chocolate bar and began on the second. "Ooh! Ooh! The Holy Swirly! Swirly of Holiness!" she laughed after swallowing.
Sam shook his head at her, while Dean snorted in amusement beside him. "You done, Maya?" Maya quieted down and waved him off that, yeah, she was done.
Sam dropped the rosary in the toilet after handing Dean the clean towel to put on his wound. Sam recited some Latin over the toilet and that was it. All they could do now was wait for the shoe to drop.
It didn't take long.
Sam and Dean sat back on their cell bed waiting anxiously.
"We're like sitting ducks in here," Sam sighed as he leaned forward, resting his weight on his knees.
"Yeah, I know. Would it kill these cops to bring us a snack?!" Dean voice shouted pointedly.
"I can grab a couple of candy bars from my bag," Maya offered holding her hand up in a ready to snap position. Dean raised his eyebrow at her in a look that said, 'should you though?'. Maya may be better but if demons were coming she'd probably need all the strength she can get. She lowered her hand and gave a sheepish grin. This was why she had to make sure not to skip meals and to snack often.
"How many you figure are out there?" Sam asked Dean as he thought.
"I don't know,"
"However many there are, they could be possessing anyone. Anyone could just walk right in."
"It's kind of wild, right? I mean, it's like they're coming right for us. They've never done that before." Dean paused thinking. "It's like we got a contract on us. Think its cause we're so awesome? I think its cause we're so awesome." Dean grinned, but noticed Maya's confused and concerned face. "What you thinkin' over there?"
"Why have a hit out on you two?" Maya asked. "My Dad mentioned a deal you made Dean that was a lot shorter than what's normal, so why take a hit out on you two?" Dean and Sam had tensed at the mention of said deal. "No offense, but Dad made it sound like you don't have much time Dean, so why bother with a hit? I'd see it if you weaseled your way out of it, but not now."
Dean sighed and shook his head. He was tired of all the talks about his demon deal. It was done, nothing you could do. Not that Sam believed that.
"Also, why shorten the deal? That's not a normal crossroads deal. What difference does the amount of time make? They'd get the soul in the end…" she noticed Dean's strained and annoyed face.
"Oh, umm, sorry Dean," Maya apologized. "It was…I just…"
"It's okay Maya," Dean sighed. Damn it, if she didn't remind him of Sam when he'd question something to death instead of accepting things as they were. Granted that also made him a good Hunter.
That's when the Sheriff walked in and went to the boys' cell, unlocking it.
"Well, howdy there Sheriff," Dean greeted in a fake southern accent as he stood up with Sam as the Sheriff slid the door open.
"Uh Sheriff?" Sam questioned warily as the Sheriff seemed really serious. Echoed barking started up again from the hall. Maya stood up and tried to look down it. The last time that happened Puck saw a demon, and it came right for Sam and Dean.
"It's time to go boys," the Sheriff said as he walked into the cell, causing Sam and Dean to take a step back.
"Uh…you know what? We're just comfy right here. But thank you." Dean replied keeping an eye on the man. Then Henriksen entered the picture and walked swiftly to the boys' opened cell.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Henriksen demanded. Maya narrowed her eyes; something was off about the man now.
"We're not just going to sit around and wait to die. We're gonna make a run for it." The Sheriff answered.
"It's safer here," Henriksen countered.
"There's a SWAT facility in Boulder," The Sheriff informed. Maya noticed Puck had stopped barking, but instead was whining loudly in distress. Something was wrong.
A small purple ring flashed in her eyes as she looked at Henriksen widening in terror at what she saw. Behind the human face was a foul and terrifying creature filled with bloodlust, hate, sadism, cruelty, and a twisted visage that would haunt nightmares themselves. Maya had seen despicable souls before that made her cringe and shudder, but there was something still human about them. Nothing about this thing was human and she couldn't keep the scream from tearing its way out of her throat.
"DEMON!" Maya screamed, but it was too late. The Sheriff had already been shot in the head, dead. Sam and Dean were the first to react. Dean managed to get the gun out of the demon's grasp as Sam twisted its arm back. They both maneuvered the struggling demon over to the sanctified toilet water where Sam begun dunking its head in the toilet and reciting a Latin exorcism.
The Deputy ran in with his gun, but Dean trained the gun he got from the demon on him, "Stay back!" he ordered. Dean kept glancing back at his brother as the exorcism continued, "Sam, hurry up!" Nancy walked in and stayed in the doorway of the holding room scared at what was happening, if only she knew.
The demon struggled to keep its head out of the burning holy water as it gave its warning, "It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming!" Sam grimaced as he pushed the head back down into the water and finished the exorcism. Henriksen's body went rigid as he went ramrod straight with his head snapped back and yelled as black smoke exited him. Once it left Henriksen, demon free, collapsed on the ground.
Nancy stepped forward looking into the cell, "Is he—is he dead?" she tentatively asked, wringing her hands. Henriksen jerked as he coughed and came back to consciousness.
Sam also sitting on the ground addressed the bleary man, "Henriksen. Hey. Is that you in there?" Henriksen looked around dazed and confused as he climbed himself up onto the cell bed.
"I…" Henriksen paused in guilt and uncertainty, "I shot the Sheriff."
The Dean being Dean tried to put a light spin on it, "Well, at least you didn't shoot the Deputy." He smiled, but that fell when he caught Sam giving him a bitch-face from his seat on the ground.
"So," Maya piped up from her cell, "who wants to give the 'truth is out there' talk?"