Chapter 29 - The usual Suspect
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-Spoiler Alert: Spoilers of Supernatural.
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"Go!" Sam ordered me pointing the bathroom.
I don't argue for a second. I run in the bathroom, open the widow and manage to climb just in time to hear the front door of the motel getting broke open.
"Going somewhere Sam?" I hear a woman's voice.
Shit!
I get out the window running in any direction. I have to get the hell away from here, call Bobby. I don't know what the hell is happening, but Sam and I were looking through the case when we heard the police sirens and his first move was to make me escape.
"Hey! Stop right there!"
I stop on my tracks turning to the left running as fast as I can, but there is other police officers blocking me with guns aimed right on me. I try to turn around, but others are there.
"Hands in the air, right now!"
Fuck. I have no more choice.
I lift my hands up in the air. The police officers cuffs me and get me in one of the cars. As I get in, I spot Sam in another one. I give him the 'sorry, I tried to escape, but hey, see how many they are?' look.
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I sit in an interrogating room. My legs bouncing up and down like crazy. Sam, Dean and I are all prisoners in here, this time we are in deep, deep, deep, deep shit. I don't know how we can leave this place. The room I am in, doesn't even have a window. I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to escape.
The door opens and a woman in a fancy suit gets in.
"Hello, Alexandria" she greeted me.
That voice… she's the one that caught Sam.
I don't say a word. What am I supposed to say? Hey! What's your name? Let's talk about mine and my brother's faith huh? Don't think so.
"I see that you are not a talker" she said "then let's start off. We know you're not nineteen, Alexandria-"
"Alex" I corrected her "I hate my full name".
"Alex, then. We know that you aren't nineteen. You do look older than your age though, gotta give you that".
"Thanks" I scoffed "how do you know that?"
She opens a file and start reading "Alexandria Winchester. Born September first 1991. Mother died when you were a baby. You don't live at any home. You don't go to school-"
"Homeschool actually, you should correct that in your files, miss" I smiled.
"Funny" she stated "now, I have a few questions and I want you to answer them honestly".
"First. I want to know why are we hold up here?"
"Your brother, Dean, is hold up for murder".
"Murder?" I exclaimed "Dean would never kill anyone in a million years!"
"Maybe there are some things you don't know about your brother" she said "so. Let's start, from the beginning, why did you come in town?"
"Because we knew Tony Giles died. And my Dad was a good friend of his, they were in service together. So as soon as my brothers heard about his death, we went".
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*Flashback*
I'm sitting at a table outside a café with Dean going through my homework assignment on my computer. It's too early for me to do this kind of shit, but if I want to work the future case Dean is looking for in the newspaper, I gotta do this. Dean's talk.
Sam approaches with three cups, he gives one to me and Dean and sits down in front of us.
"Tell me it's coffee" I pleaded.
"Nope" Sam shook his head "it's called hot chocolate".
"I think I'm old enough to drink coffee, and right now I really, really need some because I am working hard and-"
"Anthony Giles" Dean cut me off.
"Random" I said taking a sip of my hot coco.
"Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asked.
"He's a Baltimore lawyer. Working late in his office, check it out".
Sam reads. I sit up trying to read but Dean pushes me back on the chair pointing my computer. Damn brother sometimes…
"Uh" Sam breathed out "throat was slit, room was clean. Huh. No DNA, no prints".
"Keep reading, it gets better".
"Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant".
"So I'm thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes-"
"Or, it's an invisible killer" Sam finished.
"My favorite kind. What do you think, Scully? You wanna check it out?"
"I'm not Scully, you're Scully".
"No, I'm Mulder" Dean said "you're a red-headed woman".
"What about me?" I asked making them laugh.
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*Present*
"What do you want to know now?" I asked her leaning on my chair.
"Where did you went next?"
"Next?" I repeated "we went to see Karen. She was really messed up and we had to help her get through this. You know?"
She nods listening carefully to every detail I say.
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"Sorry, Alex, you are waiting in the car for this one" Dean said as he turned towards me "you can't be there so continue that homework, okay?"
"Oui, monsieur!" I replied with a big grin.
Dean rolls his eyes. Thank you French class!
Sam laughs and they leave the car leaving me with my beautiful and so cool homework.
Adieux!
Sam and Dean comes back about ten, twenty minutes later. Now I want to know every detail.
"So?" I asked them once they got in the car.
"She said that Tony had a nightmare the night before he died, saying he was seeing a woman standing at the foot of his bed" Sam informs me "said she had dark red eyes and she was pale".
"Never heard of any monster hunting your dreams before killing you" I told them.
"Me neither" Dean sighed "I guess we'll have to search more".
With that, he starts the engine and drives away.
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*Present*
"We said goodbye and left" I told the officer "that's it".
The woman sighs sitting on the corner of the table eyeing me, trying to look more powerful than me, but I'm not scared of her. I'm more scared of what could happen to us after.
"Alex, you have to tell me the truth, you know, if you can't tell me the truth, I'll have no other choice to arrest your brothers. And you… we can't locate any other family, we'll have to place you".
"Place me?"
"Yes, CPS is already here".
"What?"
I stare at her with horror. Holy shit! I can't have CPS on my ass! They'll take me away from my brothers! No!
"Come on, you can't arrest Sam" I scoffed.
"Maybe we can" she gets up putting her hands on the table "he probably helped your brother kill Karen?"
"He didn't kill anyone!" I yelled looking at her with a death glare "my brothers are good mans!"
"Like you're father?"
"Don't you dare talk about my father! You son of a bitch!"
I get up slamming my hands on the table. I'm going to punch her face if she says something else about my family.
"Calm down, right now and sit down" she ordered.
I sigh heavily sitting down. Come on Alex, you are not helping your case right here.
"What else you wanna know?" I asked crossing my arms not daring looking at her.
"There was an eyewitness who said he saw two mans and a girl braking in Giles' office".
"She gave us the key, she wanted us to go get somethings for her from his office".
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I pick the lock of Giles office. This is one off the plus of this job, I can feel like a spy each time I pick the lock of a door, and damn, it's cool.
We enter the room, looking around with our flashlight, I shine mine on a pool of blood on the floor.
"Anthony Giles' body was found right here" I said "at my guess".
"Yeah" Sam agreed joining me "throat slit so deep part of his spinal cord was visible".
Dean whistles "what do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underlining vengeful?"
"Yeah, maybe. I mean he did see that woman at the foot of his bed".
"But he said it was in his dream" and there comes my realization "oh. Maybe he thought it was a dream".
"Exactly" Sam smiled at me.
"Take a look at this" Dean called to us.
We join him across the room, where he gives us a paper printed 'danashulps' all over the page.
"Danna Shulps" Sam read "a name?"
I grab another one on the floor, same thing.
"Could be" I answered Sam's question "it's everywhere".
"Well" Dean grins "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy".
Sam walks towards the desk and Dean into the other direction. I look around flashing the light all around for anything.
"Wow" Sam exclaimed surprised "I'd say we've officially crossed weird".
I turn towards him frowning, so he breathes on the glass desk showing the words 'DANASHULPS' again.
"Maybe Giles knew her" Dean suggested.
"Or maybe it's the name of our pale red-eyes mystery girl".
"Well. Let's see what we can see".
I look in the same box for the one hundred time. There is nothing in here that has a connection to the mystery girl.
"There's nothing that has a Dana Shulps written anywhere" I sighed as I sat in front of Sam who is at the computer.
"Not even a D. Shulps" Dean added "or any kind of friggin' Shulps".
"Great" Sam sarcastically said.
"You got something?" I asked Sam.
"No, nothing. No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least".
"So what now?" Dean asked.
"Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles's password. Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?"
"By close you mean…"
"Thirty minutes, maybe?"
Dean glances at his watch sighing "awesome. So I guess I just get to, uh, hang out".
I lean on the table my chin resting on my arms, this is going to be long.
Dean starts to make clicking sound with his mouth earning my what-the-fuck look. He then starts to make farts noise. So immature.
"Dude!" Sam exclaimed "seriously?"
"All right" Dean gets up "I'm gonna go talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?"
"Great" Sam approved continuing his work.
"I'm coming" I told Dean.
"Nope, you stay here with Sparky, you're not in the insurance people".
"Come on" I sighed sitting back on the chair with my previous position.
"Good luck!" Dean called out as he exited.
I roll my eyes sighing, making Sam laugh.
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"Dean went to see Karen, because she looked very upset" I told the officer "Dean wanted to see if she was okay".
"So why didn't you and Sam go with him?"
"Because we went back to the motel" I frown "how did you know we went there, and what motel?"
"We found the motel matchbook on your brother when we arrested him. Let's quit fooling around. Now you were with your brother, Dean the whole time you were in Baltimore. Why you and Sam separate with Dean, now? Because your brother left you two. To go murder Karen".
"I won't say it twice, lady, my brother didn't kill anyone" I told her with a death glare right in her eyes.
She sighs clearly trying to keep herself calm. I swear, I'm about to break and hit this bitch.
"I heard the 9-1-1 call. She was terrified. She said someone was in the house".
"What do you want me to say!" I exclaimed "that my brother went to kill Karen? And why the hell would her do that?"
"The truth".
"I'm saying the truth" I told her "look, I just, please, let me talk to Sam. Please".
Seeing how desperate I was, she sighed sitting down in front of me.
"I'll see what I can do" she said calmly "I can't promise anything".
"Thank you".
She smiles and get out of the room.
This is the worst shit we've been in, in our whole life.
I lean on the table sighing heavily. Now what do I do? I'm stuck here in a room, separated from my brothers. Well, the only thing I can think of is 'Dana Shulps'.
I grab a piece of paper and a pen on the table and start writing the name.
It's probably not a name? A secret code? Could be funny. Maybe it's an anagram?
God.
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I'm sitting there, bored as hell, but also worried about my brothers.
The door opens, a woman enters, another important woman in a tight skirt.
"Hello, Alexandria" she greeted me with a smile.
"Hi".
"My name is Daniella Hill. I'm a social worker".
I die right there. That officer chick wasn't joking when she said CPS were here. Oh, no.
"What do you want from me" I told her keeping my shit together, trying to.
"You know, I've seen a lot of kids who gets hit by their father, and even brother".
"My family never hurt me" I replied "they would never even dare".
"I know, you didn't let me finish. You don't look like the kind of kids that is beaten, you know my job is to get kids in need a proper home, a home where they can be safe, have food, happiness and some love".
"And you think I don't have this".
If she says no, I swear. My brothers and I never had an easy life on the road, but we are family, that's what keep us going. Without them, I'm nothing.
"What I think is that you are young and you need to go to school, meet some other kids. We are already searching for a good family, but for now we are going to send you into temporary family, until we can find a good home for you".
"You can't take me away!" I yelled getting up "you can't!"
"Your brother Dean is going to go to jail and your other brother Sam we don't know yet. Because right now, since your father died, you don't have any legal guardian".
"Look, just…" I pause trying not to cry, this is too much "please. You can't do this to me, my family is the only thing that I know. That I love and you can't rip it away. I swear, I'd prefer get killed in the most horrible way than leaving them".
She frowns looking at me with sadness. Hope that made her understand.
"Like I said" she clears her throat "it's a temporary house, you'll be there maybe a week. Maybe we will be able to arrange something. Because not having a stable home and not going to public school, it's not good for you".
"Look, I'm not seven" I replied dryly leaning on the table "I'm fifteen and I am not like the other kids. Yes, it's hard, but life is hard. It's with this hard stuff that you build yourself, and I think that I turned out great. And that you see who is there for you… and for me, it always have been my brothers and my father".
"Once you see what you're missing you'll change your mind" she said.
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing wants to come out. She leaves the room, leaving me with a file. I open it, it's some documents on that temporary house she was talking. There's already six kids over there, being taken care by an old married couple.
This time we are in deep shit. Deeper than deep. I can't imagine it, Dean has the cops on his ass, I have CPS and Sam… these dicks will find something to arrest him for.
I burry my head in my arms thinking about how I can get out of this situation, but nothing comes out. I just imagine myself away from Sam and Dean and it only makes me want to puke my guts out.
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The door of the room I am locked in opens, reviling the woman who interrogated me and Sam behind her. I smile at him getting up.
"You have five minutes, not more" she told us.
"Thank you" Sam said quickly.
She closes the door, and at the second, I throw myself in Sam's arms with a death grip.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked me.
"Sam, CPS is here and they are here for me. They said that they would check and for a family and that right now they would send me to a temporary house and they-"
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay" Sam hushed me "it's going to be okay, no one will take you and we are getting out of here, you hear me?"
I shake my head against his chest like a five years old kid.
"You trust me right?"
"Of course I do" I answered.
"Then you know that no one will take you and I will take you out of here, okay?"
"Okay".
"Good, because we are going to escape like McQueen" he told me.
"What?"
"Dean found what Dana Shulps, means. It's a place. So, we can now get out of here".
"And what? Let Dean here?"
No way in hell I'm leaving my brother here. I can't leave him to get away from here, even though I would be glad to get my ass away from here.
"Yes" Sam nodded "we need to leave know, we don't have a lot of time, come on".
Sam opens the window and gets out standing next to it on a small floor.
"Sam, I'm too small. I'm not going to be able to reach that thing".
"I'll catch you, come on".
I sigh looking back and mange myself out the window and in Sam's arms, almost falling down.
"See?" He smiled.
I roll my eyes and we get down on the ground with the fire escape ladder. I feel like I'm in a sort of spy movie, it's awesome.
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"I hope no one will find us here" I said closing the curtains on the motel room.
I'm still really worried about Dean. I hope they won't get him in jail. But again, for now the only thing we can do is work on this case that brought us to all this shit. Seriously, next time a social worker comes, I don't care, I run away. I'll do my own great escape.
"For the one hundred time, Alex" Sam sighed discouraged "they won't find us".
"You can't read the future" I told him sitting in front of him at the table.
Sam sighs, again, looking up from his computer with his serious look on his face.
"You're worried about CPS right?"
Damn, how can he and Dean always read my mind like that?
"Look, they aren't going to take you away from us. You know how we are right? We know a few tricks and we would get you back. But you wouldn't be taken from us, because I and Dean, won't let it, okay?"
"I'm just scared to lose you two" I admitted "especially after Dad… I'm always scared that one of you get hurt and wouldn't make it".
"I'm scared of that too, that's why we protect each other's back" Sam smiled at me.
Before I can say a word, someone knocks on the door. Sam signs me to stay put and gets up opening slowly the door.
Holy crap. The woman who interrogated me is there, on our front step. How the hell did she found us?
Sam becomes tense not making a move, like me. The officer gets in the room, there aren't no police man? No gun pointed at us?
"Don't worry" she told us "I'm not here to arrest you, I need your help".
"Our help?" Sam repeated confused.
"Yes" she nods slightly "your brother told me how to find you".
"Why?" I asked her getting up.
"Because I saw it".
She rolls up her sleeves showing purple bruises, like she was tied up. Sam holds up her wrists inspecting them attentively.
"These showed up after you saw it?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I guess".
"All right. You're going to have to tell me exactly what you saw".
"You know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive. I should be arresting you both".
I swallow hard, don't bring me back there.
"All right" Sam lets go of her "well, you know what? You can arrest us later, all right? After you live through this. But right now you've gotta talk to me. Okay?" She nod's and Sam continues "okay, great. Now, this spirit. What did it look like?"
"She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just... a lot of blood".
"You know what? Here" Sam picks up a bunch of paper "I've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street".
The officer sits at the table in front of Sam and I stay up my arms crossed over my chest.
"How'd you get those?" She asked looking at the photographs "those are from crime scenes, and booking photos".
"You have your job, I have mine. Here. I need you to look through these, tell me if you recognize anyone".
She starts to show he pictures of some people who got arrested. I wonder if one day I'll have a picture like that. If we keep getting arrested like that. It's almost one time per year.
"This is her. I'm sure of it" she hands the picture to Sam.
I pick up a paper on the table with her information "Claire Becker. Twenty eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago"
"But I don't even know here. I mean, why would she come after me?"
"Before her death, she got arrested a few times for dealing heroin" I informed her.
"You ever work narcotics?" Sam asked her.
"Yeah, Pete and I did. Before Homicide".
"You ever bust her?"
"Not that I remember" she said.
"It says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street" I said "the police searched the place, but they didn't find anything. Like always…"
She gives me a glare and I immediately understand what I said.
"Sorry" I apologized with a shy smile "so. We should check if there's a body, huh?"
"Yep" Sam agreed.
"What?"
"Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones" Sam said like it was obvious "it's the only way to put her spirt to rest"
"Of course it is" she sighed.
This is one thing I find really funny is that. People are like 'what the hell? Salt and burn a ghost?'
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I walk next to Sam flashing the room, well creepy basement. We need to find a body in a basement, it could be anywhere. Like under the cement, like in the movies. Seriously I should stop watching movies, well, watch too many.
"So, what exactly are we looking for?" Diana asked.
I asked her in the car what her name was, it's annoying to think that her name is officer. Makes me remember Dean is still hold prisoner.
"I'll let you know when we find it" Sam said.
I follow Sam upstairs while Diana checks the basement.
I look around, but there is nothing interesting.
"Sam? Sam? Sam!"
Sam and I react instantly. We run downstairs to her. Once we are there, there's nothing, excepted her who is terrified.
"Hey! Hey, I'm here, what is it?" Sam questioned but she doesn't answer, frozen "what happened?"
"Claire…" she simply said staring in front of her.
"Where?"
"She, she was here".
"Did she attack you?"
"No. No, she was just like, reaching out to me. She was over there by the window" she points a shelving unit "here, help me move this".
"All right".
Sam hands me his flashlight and helps Diana to move the shelves to reveal a window where I can read 'Ashland Sup'. Dana Shulps.
"This is our word" I told them.
"Now the extra letters make sense" Sam said.
He pulls out his EMF and approaches the opposite wall.
"What is that?" Diana asked.
"It's an EMF" I answered "spirits and sometimes corpses can gice off electromagnetic frequencies".
"So, if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?"
"Yeah. It's a theory" I shrugged.
"You seem to know a lot about this" she told me.
"It's my job too".
"But your fifteen? When did you started?"
"I was ten on my first hunt, my Dad said I was ready, I've been training since I was six".
"Wow" she breathed out "you're father wasn't worried about you doing this?"
"I-"
I am cut off by the EMF beeping. Sam grabs a sledgehammer from the bad and starts breaking through the wall. Once a whole is made, I check through it with my flashlight.
"There's something there" I said.
Sam nods and breaks through knocking with his elbow.
"You know? This is bothering me" Sam said.
"Well, you are digging up a corpse" Diana pointed out making me laugh.
"No, not that. That's uh, pretty par for the course, actually".
"Then what?"
"It's just, I mean, no vengeful spirit I've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense" he breaks through "all right, here. Alex, give me a hand.
We pull out the body who is wrapped in a blanket and lay it carefully on the ground. Sam cuts the ropes with his knife and I unwrapped the body.
Poor girl…
"Her wrists" Sam pointed "yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours".
Diana reaches to Claire's necklace eying it carefully.
"It tells you something?" I asked her.
"I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson Street" she reaches in her neckline shirt "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me".
Oh well. Guess we have another mystery solved.
"Now this all makes perfect sense" Sam said
"I'm sorry?"
"Yeah. You see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen".
"Excuse me?"
"It makes sense" I understood "she's trying to warn them. I've read it in Dad's journal. Sometimes spirits wants justice. This is why she led us here, she wants us to know who the killer is".
"Detective, how much do you know about your partner?" Sam asked her.
She thinks and her face falls "oh my god".
"What?" Sam and I asked at the same time.
"About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product".
"Someone like a heroin dealer. Somebody like Claire".
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I'm again in the backseat, but Diana's car. She is on the phone while driving and I'm just thinking about Dean, again. I wish he could help us out right now.
"All right. Thanks" she said and hang up.
"What is it?" Sam asked her.
"Pete just left the precinct. With Dean?"
"What?" I exclaimed leaning towards them.
"He said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio".
"Radio?" Sam repeated "he took a county vehicle?"
"Yeah".
"Well, then they should have a lo-jack, you've gotta get it turned on".
Me who thought that we were already in deep shit.
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Once we got the location, Diana raced there as fast as she could. We arrive just in time to see the detective with a gun pointed to Dean's head.
"Pete!" Diana shouted "put the gun down".
"Diana?" He asked confused "how'd you find me?"
I take a glance at Dean on the ground, his hand cuffed put up in surrender. Damn, it's good to see him.
"I know about Claire" Diana said.
"I don't know what you're talking about".
"Put the gun down!" She repeated her gun aimed at him.
"Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster".
I put a hand on my gun in my waist band of my jeans, but Sam stops me shaking his head.
"Why are you doing this?" Diana asked.
"I didn't do anything, Diana".
"It's a little late for that".
"It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice".
"And Tony? Karen?"
That is actually a good question.
"Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything. It was a mess, I had to clean it up. I just panicked".
"How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?"
"There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trials, nothing. Just, just one more dead scumbag".
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed.
The detective raises his gun back on Dean.
That's it. I take my gun out, but Sam stops me and Dean gives me the 'stay-put' look. Goddammit!
"No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you" his statement makes her lower her gun "thank you. Thank you".
He cocks the gun and I start panicking. Oh no. He's going to kill Dean!
I try to get out of Sam's grip but he just tighten it.
Suddenly, a gunshot echoes. I look up shaking like crazy. The detective falls down on the ground. Dean's alive, oh thank god.
"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" Diana said to him.
She advances to him standing beside him. He tackles her legs with his feet's making her lose her stability and she falls next to him her gun away.
I walk up to the guy while Sam goes for the gun, but I stop dead on my track. Claire is there, staring at him, with her bloody hair, cut throat, like people described her, but she is smiling.
"Don't do it!" The detective yelled "don't do it!"
Another gunshot. This time, Diana didn't miss him. He's dead. The ghost disappears too. I look at Dean and run to him wrapping my arms around him. All the emotions from since we were taken to the police station all comes out. I start crying.
"Hey" Dean softly said "it's okay, it's over".
"You're okay" I cried burying my face in his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere".
"Don't ever leave me like this. You and Sam are all I've got left".
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The morning has raised and I didn't leave Dean's side since, he doesn't either.
"You doin' all right?" Sam asked Diana.
"Not really" she said "the death omen Claire. What happens to her now?"
"Should be over. She should be at rest".
"So, uh. What now, officer?"
"Pete did confess to me. He screwed up your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed".
"You'd take care of that for us?" Sam asked surprised.
I sigh in relieve, now Dean won't go to jail and I won't be taken away.
"I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unless... I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped".
"Wait, are you sure?"
"Yeah, she's sure, Sam" Dean interrupted.
"No, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that".
"Look, I just want you three out there doing what you do best. Trust me. I'll sleep better at night. Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in".
"Hey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance?"
"It's at the impound yard down on Robertson. Don't'… even think about it".
"It's okay" Sam assured her "it's all right, don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll just improvise. I mean, we're pretty good at that".
"Yeah, I've noticed" she smiled.
We start walking down the road and now I can feel the fatigue taking over. I haven't slept since we were arrested and I can feel it now that everything is okay.
"Hey, hop on" Sam said to me crouching down.
I laugh but get on his back my arms wrapped around his neck and he holds my legs so I don't fall.
"Nice lady" Sam commented.
"Yeah, for a cop. Did she look familiar to you?"
"No why?"
"I don't know. Anyway, are you two hungry?"
"No".
"I'm starving" I yawned.
"And tired" Dean laughed "for some reason I could really go for some pea soup".
I smile leaning my head on Sam's shoulder like when I was a kid and fall asleep on a better note.
