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"We'll make sure your brother goes away for a long time, Selena." The officer sitting across from Selena said. Selena stayed silent. On the inside, she was chuckling at the pathetic attempts at convincing her to sell out her own brother. The officers had taken her and Sam into custody after they caught Dean, putting them into separate rooms. She smirked as the smell of nervousness entered the herbivore's scent as she stared at him. She tuned him out, falling into a memory.

Cold blue eyes tried to stared into her eyes, but was obstructed by silver gray hair. The silence in the diull grey room was tense and neither occupants were moving.

"I have to say Detective, bravo on the daring rescue of dear agent McDavid. I'd knew you could do it." Alex said, a smile on her face-not that could anybody see it.

"Cut the crap, Cheshire. You let me win. Why?" Her omnivore asked. She shrugged.

"Entertainment. You played the game spectacularly, by the way."

"Four officers and three civilians died during your little "game". Including my partner." A giggle.

"I know. That's what made it fun. As for your partner…he was there at the wrong time."

"You think this funny, don't you? It won't be so funny when your electrocuted with 2,000 volts. Henry had a wife and a 6 year old girl. Why did you kill him?"

"Tell me something, Detective…have you ever had a really bad day?"

"Once or twice."

"Then you know that even one little poke is all it takes to unleash your anger. And when your anger is all spent out, don't you feel good?" She grinned. Her omnivore's eye narrowed slightly, then his expression turned blank.

"I've been wondering, Cheshire. Why did you save me back then? Why not let Cade kill me?" Alex went silent for a while. She knew this question would come up sooner or later.

"I would be disappointed if the fun between us ended so soon. And..." She leaned forward, paying no mind to the cuffs that tied her to the table. "I don't like it when somebody touches what's mine." Her head tilted, hair moving to the side and giving him a quick glimpse of her eyes where she knew only madness reigned. She inwardly smirked, laughter at the back of her mind.

Selena came out of her memories to see that the herbivore was still talking. She cut him off.

"If you think I will betray my brother, then you are a fool. Leave me. And come back when you something more than petty threats and fake smiles." Selena looked away, a clear dismissal. The officer gritted his teeth and stood up, walking out of the room in anger.

Xxx

Sam looked towards the door as it opened and a blond haired, middle aged woman came in the room. She was carrying a cup of coffee and a folder. He turned to her.

"Thought you might be thirsty." The woman said, setting the coffee down on the table.

"Okay, so you're the good cop. Where's the bad cop?" Sam questioned.

"He's with your brother."

"Okay. And you're holding us why?"

"He's being held on suspicion of murder. And you and your sister, we'll see." Sam inwardly cursed. He didn't even think that the shape shifters actions would come back to haunt them and now they had to deal with it.

"Murder?" He asked, incredulously. The woman wasn't fooled in the slightest.

"You sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good of an actor?" She asked.

"Who is he supposed to have murdered?"

"We'll get around to that."

"You can't just hold us here without formal charges."

"Actually, we can for to hours. But you, being a pre-law student, would know that. I know all about you and Selena, Sam." She opened the folder and started reading from it. "She's 24. And you're 23. No job, no home address. Your mother died in when you were a baby. Your father's whereabouts are unknown. And then there's the case of your brother, Dean, who's demise was, well, just a bit exaggerated." She looked at him. "Feel free to jump in whenever you like." Sam was silent as he leaned on the wall, arms crossed. "Shy? No problem. I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you were a straight A student. Got into Stanford with a full ride." She closed the folder and turned to Sam. "Then about year ago, there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality – Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid, left behind everything."

"I needed some time off…to deal." Sam said. "So I'm taking a road trip with my brother and sister."

"How's that going for you?"

"Great. I mean…" Sam pulled up a chair to the table, taking a seat. "We saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental U.S. Awesome." The woman walked around the table to Sam and put her hands on the table, leaning.

"We ran Dean's fingerprints in IAFIS. Got over a dozen possible hits."

"Possible" hits, which makes them worthless."

"But makes you wonder, what are we gonna find where we run you or Selena's prints." Sam chuckled.

"Yeah, well, uh…you be sure to let me know, all right?" He pointed to the coffee. "May I?"

"Please."

"Great." Sam picked up the coffee, brining it up to his nose to sniff it – just in case – and then took a sip.

"Sam, you seem like a good kid. It's not your or Selena's fault Dean's your brother. We can't pick our family. Right now detectives in St. Louis are exhumed a corpse. They're trying to figure out how your brother faked his own death after torturing all this young women. Dean's a bad guy. His life is over. Yours doesn't have to be." Sam looked at her in disbelief.

"You want me to turn against my own brother?"

"No. We already caught him cold, red handed at the Karen Giles murder scene. We just need you to fill in the missing pieces."

"Why would I do that?" The woman walked back around the table and took a seat across from Sam.

"Because I can talk to the D.A., make a deal for you and Selena. You two can get on with your lives. Dean's as good as gone." Sam was silent. This could probably work out in their favor. Tell the detective the story and hopefully she would see that Dean couldn't have killed anyone. He made his decision.

Xxx

:I have lakes but no water, no cars but I have streets; many places and borders, but I'm one piece. What am I?: Cheshire asked. Selena thought it over. The object has lakes but no water, streets but no cars, and many boarders and places. It's in one piece. Hm…

'A map.'

:Correct. Now, what are we going to do about this case?:

'We can't do anything unless we get out of here, but we can, however, go over the clues we have so far.' Selena entered her mindscape and sat down on the floor, Cheshire laying down and curling around her. She wrote out the word 'danashulps' on the floor. The two scrutinized the word. Dean and Sam thought it was a name when they found it written in Giles' office. Selena tilted her head and wrote the name again, but the letters arranged differently.

:An anagram?:

"Maybe." She arranged the letters again, trying to figure out what the name could mean. Was it a name of a place, person, or just gibberish ramblings of a possible ghost? After a few more tries, she stopped and leaned against Cheshire, staring at the name. She needed more clues, a pencil and paper.

Xxx

"Now, we have an eyewitness," The woman began, irritated after hearing Sam's story. She thought he was lying. "Someone who saw three people fitting you, your sister, and your brother's description breaking into Giles' office."

"Ok, look," Sam said. "Karen called us later. Said there was some stuff she wanted from Tony's office, but the police weren't letting her in. Like a picture of the two if them in Paris and some other stuff. It was wrong to enter a crime scene, but she gave us the key.

*Flashback*

Dean picked the lock to the office and the three entered it, ducking under the police tape. Walking further into the office, Sam looked over and shined his flashlight to see blood stains on the floor by the wall.

"Hey." He said, grabbing Dean and Selena's attention. They followed his gaze and saw the bloodstains. "Anthony Giles' body was found right about here." Sam read from a medical report. "Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible." Dean whistled.

"What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underline vengeful?" He asked.

"Maybe." They walked behind Giles' desk. "He did see that woman at the foot of his bed." Dean picked up a paper off the desk.

"Look at this." He handed the paper to Sam. He and Selena looked at the paper to see the word 'danashulps' covering the whole page over and over again.

"Danashulps. What's that, a name?" Sam asked. Dean had walked over to a printer while Sam and Selena were looking at papers, and picked up a piece of paper with the name 'danashulps' repeated all over it, just like the first paper.

"I don't know, buts it's everywhere." Dean replied. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." He laughed at his little joke. Selena tapped Sam on the shoulder and pointed at a spot on the table. Sam looked at the spot and shined his flashlight on it. Seeing something, he breathed on the table, fogging the table so the word was visible. His brows raise as the two saw the word 'danashulps' on the table. Dean seeing Sam's expression, came over to them.

"Wow." Sam said. He chuckled. "I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird.

"Maybe Giles knew her."

"Maybe it's the name of our pale, red-eyed mystery girl."

"Well…" Dean threw down a stack of files onto the table in the other room. "Let's see what we can see." Over the next few hours they looked through files and papers to find any evidence of a Dana Shulps. Dean sighed as he closed a drawer to a filing cabinet. He turned to Sam who was seated at the desk, on the computer.

"There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere." He said. "There's not a D. Shulps or any kind of Shulps."

"Great." Sam said, dryly.

"What do you and Selena got?"

"Nothing. No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last 50 years at least." Dean looked at Selena and she shook her head. She didn't find anything either.

"So, what now?"

"Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his files."

"By close you mean…"

"30 minutes maybe." Dean checked his watch, then let his arm flop down by his side.

"Awesome. So, I guess me and Selena just get to hang out." He sat down in the chair in front of the desk and Selena leaned on the doorframe. "That's awesome." Dean fell silent and the only sound in the office was the clacking of keys as Sam typed. Quickly growing bored, Dean started making noises with his mouth.

"Dude, seriously." Sam said, annoyed.

"I'm gonna go talk to Karen again. See if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" Den stood up, heading to the door.

"Great."

"Keep going, sparky."

*Flashback End*

"Then Dean went back to Karen place to check up on her. I mean, you know, she had been pretty upset earlier." Sam said.

"Why didn't you or Selena go with him?" The woman questioned.

"Me and Selena just went back to the motel. How did you know we were there, by the way?"

"We found the motel matchbook on your brother when we arrested him." She showed him the matchbook before throwing it on the table. "Let's quit fooling around. You and Selena were with your brother the whole time you were in Baltimore. Why separate now? Because your brother left you two to go murder Karen."

"He didn't kill anyone." The woman slammed a hand down on the table.

"I heard the 911 call! Karen was terrified! She said someone was in the house."

Xxx

Pete looked over to the door as it opened and his partner, Diana walked into the room, looking through the two way mirror at Dean.

"You getting anywhere with him?" She asked.

"No. Just a lot of wiseass remarks." Pete replied. "You?"

"Sam's story matched Dean's to the last detail. And Selena won't even talk." Pete stood up, grabbing his coat.

"Yeah, well, these guys are good. I'll give them that." He opened the door and Diana walked, him following her.

"If we don't get Sam and Selena to flip, we have nothing but a lot of circumstantial evidence."

"We got Dean at the crime scene with blood on his hands. Juries have convicted for less."

"Yeah, but, I mean, where is the murder weapon? What's the motive? You talk about reasonable doubt." The two stopped and Peter turned to Diana.

"Diana…"He gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head up slightly. "Do you have reason al doubt?" He let go of her chin when a cop passed by. "We keep leaning on these guys, one of them will tumble. And don't forget about St. Louis. I'm telling you, this Dean guy is our guy." They resumed walking.

"I know Tony Giles was a friend of yours."

"Yeah, he was. He was a good friend."

"I know you want to clean this mess quick, but come on. Tony knew a lot of criminal types. Maybe we just-"

"Criminal types?" Pete laughed. "He was a defense lawyer, for God's sake. Of course he knew criminal types."

"Okay. All right. Let's get back at them."

"No. You know what? Let them stew in their juices for a bit." Pete and Diana leaned against a vending machine and Pete glanced around before looking at Diana. "Come here." Diana smiled and leaned in closer to him. They kissed, then broke apart. She smiled again and walked away. Meanwhile, the siblings were trying to figure out the meaning behind Dana Shulps. Sam and Dean thought it could be an anagram. Until Dean's train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. He looked over as it opened and man peered in.

"Mr. Winchester?" The man asked. Dean, though confused, answered.

"Yeah." The man came in, closing the door behind him.

"I'm Jeff Crouse. I'm with the Public Defender's Office. I'm your lawyer."

"Oh, thank God. I'm saved." Jeff took a seat, setting his briefcase down on the table. "Hey. Can I, uh, steal a pen from you and some paper?

"Sure." Jeff took a pen from his jacket and setting it on the table, then opening his briefcase while Dean picked up the pen. "Well, the police haven't found a weapon yet," He took a pad of paper and gave it to Dean. "So that's good. But, uh, they got your prints and blood on your hands literally." Dean wasn't listening, to preoccupied with figuring out anagrams for Dana Shulps. "And with police records, uh…"Jeff noticed that Dean wasn't paying attention. "Mr. Winchester, what are you doing?"

"I think it's an anagram." Dean replied.

"A what?"

"An anagram. Same letters, different words."

"Uh…"

"Could you do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words-"Dean slid the pad over to the lawyer. "Local names, places, anything like that." Jeff stared at him, a little dubious at how blasé Dean's attitude to situation was.

"Do you understand how serious these charges are?"

"I'm handcuffed to a table. Yeah. I get it. Humor me. Take a quick look." Jeff sighed and looked at the paper.

"Well, S-U-P? I don't know about that, but…" He slid the pad back to Dean. " AshLand is a street name. It's not far from here."

"Street?" Dean questioned., then ripped the paper off and writing on a new piece.

"Let's start with where you were the night Anthony Giles died."

"Can you get in to see my brother and sister?"

"Mr. Winchester…you could be facing the death penalty here." Dean looked at him.

"Hey, thanks for the law review, Matlock." He ripped the paper off and folded it in half. "But if you want to help me…"Then he held it out to Jeff. "I need you to see my brother and sister.

Xxx

Selena looked away from the window as the door opened and Jeff came in. Her nose twitched, catching Dean's scent on the man.

"You've talked with my brother, I presume?" She enquired as Jeff took a seat across from her, setting his briefcase on the table. "And don't bother getting too comfortable. This conversation will be brief."

"Uh…your brother wanted me to show you this." He took the paper from his pocket and handed it to her. Selena unfolded the paper and read the note.

Hilts-

It's a street. AshLand.

-McQueen

She smirked and refolded the note, handing back to the lawyer.

"Thank you, Matlock. You can go to Sam now." Jeff stood up, picked up his briefcase and left the room. He walked to the room where Sam was being held and entered it.

"Mr. Winchester. My name is Jeff and I'm your brother's lawyer. He wanted me to give you this." He handed the note to Sam. Sam read the note, the folded it. "I hope that was meaningful. But I'd like to discuss your case now." Sam gestured to the chair.

"Sure thing, Matlock." Sam said.

"You three really are siblings, aren't you?" Jeff asked, rhetorically as he sat down. "Now…He opened his briefcase and took out a pad and pen. "As you know, the D.A. might be interested in-" Jeff was cut off by a knock on the door. The two looked at it as it opened and Diana came in.

"We need you with the other one." She said. The lawyer closed his briefcase and stood up, quickly following after Diana.

Xxx

In the interrogation room, officers piled into the observing area. Pete and two officers were in the room with Dean, one setting up a camera, the other standing guard. The door opened, Diana and Jeff coming into the room.

"Councilor." Pete greeted. "Your boy decided to confess." Jeff walked over to Dean.

"Mr. Winchester, I would advise against that strongly." He said.

"Talk directly into the camera. Start by stating your name for the record." Dean cleared his throat.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone, but I know who did – or rather what did. Of course, it can't be sure because out investigation was interrupted. But our working theory is that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit."

"Excuse me?" Diana asked. Dean looked at her. He could see that she and the man didn't believe him. But like that'll discourage him from talking.

"You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost. Tony Giles saw it. I'll bet you cash money Karen did, too. See, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason, it's trying to tell us something. But communication across the veil ain't easy. And some spirits, they get things jumbled. You remember "Redrum". Same concepts. You know, it could be word fragments. Other times…"Dean took out the paper with the anagrams and held it up so the camera could see it. "It's anagrams. At first we thought this was a name – Dana Shulps." Unnoticed by Dean, a flash of shock went through Diana. That's was the name that was on her computer before it vanished. "But now we think it's a street – Ashland. Whatever's going on, I'm betting it started there." Dean finished, giving the camera a grin.

"You arrogant bastard." Pete said, angry. "Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes." Dean looked at him.

"I'm not joking, punch." Pete walked around the table to Dean.

"You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis." That reminded Dean, and he looked back at the camera.

"Oh, yeah, that wasn't me, either. That was a shapeshifter the only looked like me." Dean was grabbed out of his chair by Pete and pressed against the wall.

"Pete, that's enough!" Diana went over to the two.

"You asked to the truth." Dean said, calmly. After a moment, Pete released him and walked to the door.

"Lock his ass up." The police officer turned Dean around and cuffed him while Pete walked out of the room. Dean had a small smirk on his face, knowing his brother and sister already flown the coop. A fact which Pete and Diana found out when they went to check on the other siblings.

"What the hell?" Pete said when they got to Sam's room. The window was open and the blinds were halfway up. "Where is he?" He went over to the window and looked out, but he didn't see any sign of Sam. He and Diana looked to the door when a police office came running him.

"The sister. She's gone."

"What? How?" The officer shook his head. He didn't know. There were no signs of exits and nobody saw her leave. Diana noticed a piece of paper on those two he able and picked it up. "How they'd do it. The fire escapes way-"He cut himself off, seeing the paper and Diana glance at him. "What?"

"These three." She handed the paper to him, tone holding exasperation and amusement. Pete read the note and then looked at Diana.

"Hilts and McQueen? What is that?" He asked.

"Hilts is Steve McQueen's character in the "The Great Escape." She explained. Pete crumbled the note, scoffing.

*TIME SKIP*

:So we know the place of death, but now have to identify the spirit.: Cheshire commented while Sam and Selena were researching girls that died of went missing in Ashland street. The two had met up after their escape and relocated to a new motel. Selena was looking at pictures of the girls and she separated the blond haired ones from the rest, spreading them out and examining them with a thoughtful look. The only clue to the identity of the spirt was that she had blond hair. It will be hard to identify her if they don't find a witness and soon. Dean's freedom was at stake. She frowned when she heard a somewhat fast beating heart approaching their room and looked towards the door. Sam looked up from his papers at her, noticing her movement.

"Selena, what-" He was cut off by a knock on the door. Glancing at Selena confused, he stood up and crossed the room to the door, opening it to reveal Diana. She swallowed.

"Your brother said to come to you." She said. Sam stepped aside, letting her in. Selena's head tilted as she caught sight of bruises around her wrists.

"Where did you get those bruises on your wrists?" Selena questioned. Diana looked at her, then glanced at her wrists, fear spiking her scent. Sam closed he door and walked over to Diana.

"I, uh…The spirit." Sam stepped in front of her and gestured to her wrists.

"May I?" He asked. Diana held up her wrists, showing him the bruises. He took hold of her hands gently and looked at them. "These showed up after you saw it?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"All right. You're gonna have to tell me exactly what you saw."

"You know, I must be losing my mind." She moved away from Sam, looking between him and Selena. "You two are fugitives. I should be arresting you."

"True, but then you'd die." Selena said bluntly. "You need our help." Diana went silent at Selena's words, then she nodded.

"Okay. Great." Sam sat on the edge of the dresser. "Now, the 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." A little overwhelmed, Diana sat down on the bed. Sam got an idea and glanced at Selena.

"You know what? Here." He stood up, walking over to his laptop with Diana following. "We've been researching every girl who has ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street." He sat down and picked up a stack of pictures.

"How did you get those?" Diana asked, gaping in disbelief. "Those are from crime scenes and booking photos." Sam gave a small smirk.

"You have your job. I have mine. Selena, could you hand me those other pictures?" Selena nodded and gave him the pictures. "Here. I need you to look through these." Sam handed the pictured to Diana. "Tell me if you recognize anyone." Diana sat down on the bed near him and began to go through the pictures. She shook her head at the first two, then stilled at the third picture and looked up at the two siblings.

"This is her." She showed them the picture. It was a mug shot of a blond haired woman, glaring at the camera. "I'm sure of it." Diana gave the photo back to Sam and he looked at it.

"Claire Becker? 28 years old. Disappeared about 8 or 9 months ago."

"But I don't even know her. Why would she come after me?" Diana asked.

"Perhaps you know someone she was close to." Selena suggested.

"And before her death, she was arrested twice for dealing heroin. You ever work Narcotics?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, Pete and I did before Homicide." Sam held up the mug shot. "You ever bust her?" Diana shook her head.

"Not that I remember." Sam set down the photo, then looked at Claire's police report.

"Says here she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything." He handed the report to Diana. "Guess we check it out ourselves, see if we can find her body." Sam and Selena stood up. Diana stared at them wide eyed, then stood up.

"What?"

"Well, we got to salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest."

"Of course it is."

Xxx

So, what exactly are we looking for?" Diana asked as they walked around the abandon building Clair was last seen at. Selena resisted the urge to sneeze with all the dust around.

"I'll let you know when we find it." Sam replied. Using his flashlight, he looked around and noticed stairs going up. He walked over to the stairs and began heading up them to check out the top area. Diana, seeing that Selena had disappeared somewhere, decided to explore more of the building. The building was silent as she walked. Something fell and she turned, startled. Seeing that there was nothing, turned around to continue, only to gasp at the spirit of Clair standing there. The spirit teleported in front of her and Diana started backing away as it started trying to talk, but only groans and choking sounds came out.

"Sam! Selena!" Sam, hearing her cries, came rushing down the stairs. Selena hurried towards her voice. The spirt raisdd an arm, reaching out to Diana as it approached her. "Sam! Selena!" By the time the two made it to her, the spirt was already gone.

"Hey, I'm here." Sam said. "What is it? What happened?" Diana breathed heavily.

"Claire. She was here." Selena narrowed her eyes, noticing a window with some letters on it. They looked familiar. Sam shined his light in the area where Diana saw Claire.

"Did she attack you?"

"No. No, she was just reaching out to me. She was over there by the window." The three went over to the window and Diana tried to move the shelf that was blocking it. Diana glanced at Sam. "Here, help me move this."

"All right." Sam grabbed the shelf and together, the two moved it away from the window, revealing the rest of the letters. Ashland and SUP

"Our little mystery word." Sam turned and saw the word reflected on the wall behind them.

"Now the extra letters make sense." He took out his EMF meter, turning it one. Diana looked at the meter curiously.

"What is that?" She asked, following Sam and Selena as they started walking towards the wall.

"Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies." Sam explained.

"So, if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?"

"Yeah. Well, that's the theory." Once they were in front of the wall, the meter went off. It seems Claire's body was here. Sam put away the EMF and went to find something to break the wall with. He came back a few seconds later with a crowbar and started breaking down the wall. He set down the crowbar and shined his flashlight into the hole.

'Why would a spirit – a vengeful spirit at that – lead us to it's remains?' Selena thought to herself. 'Unless…it isn't vengeful. But, no, it killed two people already.' Her gaze fell on Diana. The spirit specifically showed itself to her and pointed out where it's body was to her. Was it a warning?

"You know, this is bothering me." Sam sad as he broke down the wall, Diana shining light to help him see. Diana looked at him.

"Well, you are digging up a corpse." Sam laughed a little.

"No, not that. That's pretty par for the course, actually. Um…"

"Then what?"

"It's just…I mean, no vengeful spirit we've ever tussle with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense." Sam stopped when the hole was big enough. "All right. Here. Give me your hand." He grabbed the body and pulled it out, Diana helping. The body was wrapped in a tarp of some kind and had rope around it. They set the body down on the floor and Sam took out a switchblade, using it to cut the rope. Then he opened the tarp, revealing Claire's decayed body. He let out a sad sigh. Diana looked at Claire's hands and saw her wrists were bound together. She held out her own wrists. "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours." Diana then noticed Claire's necklace and picked it up, feeling dread and anger well up inside her. "That necklace mean something to you?" Sam asked.

"I've seen it before. It's rare. It was made over on Carson Street." She showed them her necklace, which was the exact same as Claire's. "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me." Cheshire's loud cackles rang in Selena's ears.

:This…this is too perfect! A cop dealing with drug dealers. What an unoriginal twist, don't you think?:

'I suppose. Drug addicts and dealers don't taste good. Too tainted. But the drugs do help when you need to prolong the pain.'

Screams echoed throughout the room as cheerful humming came from Alex while she dissected her prey.

"Oh, please do keep screaming, Henry boy. As cliché as it sounds, nobody can hear you." There was a sickening squelch as she tore out what she assumed to be the kidney. Henry screamed even louder, face red with pain and blood. Alex grinned from beneath her mask. "Soundproof room. I've been waiting for this moment for a while." She turned to a table where a bloody knife and syringes were resting. She picked one of the syringes up and grinned even wider at the liquid inside. "You know, I don't get you cops. You say you protect and serve justice, but you're just as corrupt as the next person. Hypocrites." Alex turned back to Henry, who's eyes widen when he saw the syringe and he struggled weakly. His mouth opened in a silent scream as the needle pieced his neck, injecting the liquid inside his body.

Selena focused on the real world when Sam spoke.

"You know, this all makes perfect sense." Sam said, standing up and walking a few feet away from the body.

"I'm sorry?" Diana said, not understanding. Sam turned to her.

"You see, Claire is not vengeful spirit. She's a death omen." Diana stood up.

"Excuse me?"

"Claire's not killing anybody. She's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance. They want justice, which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is." A beat of silence. "Detective, how much do you about your partner?" Diana opened her mouth to speak, but paused as her mind made a connection to a past incident.

"Oh, my God."

"What?"

"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 somebody to fence their product." Sam scoffed, making the connection.

"Somebody like a heroin dealer. Somebody like Claire."

Xxx

A van drove down the road with Dean handcuffed in the back.

"So, I'm being extradited to St. Louis, huh?" Dean asked Pete, who was driving. Pete didn't respond. "You just decided to transfer me 800 miles at 2 in the morning." Again, silence. Dean was starting to get a bad feeling about this. "This can't be good."

Xxx

"All right. Thanks." Diana closed her phone and Sam looked at her. They were driving.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Pete just left the precinct with Dean." Sam and Selena both tensed, alarmed.

"What?"

"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? He took a county vehicle?"

"Yeah."

"Then it should have a LoJack. You just got to get it turned on."

Xxx

The van pulled to a stop off the road.

"Pee break so soon?" Dean joked, trying to hide his unease. "I think you might want to get your prostate checked." Pete turned off the engine and exited the van. "Son of and bitch" Dean muttered. He looked towards the door as they opened, Pete standing there. "Hey, I'm cooling in the van. You go do what you got to do." His reply was to be grabbed and then dragged out of the van, falling to the ground. Pete loosened his tie, looking down at Dean, who looked up and at him.

"You're a cocky son of a bitch." Pete said, smirking. Dean got to his knees. "You think this people in St. Louis are gonna buy that crap you're peddling? Here's the thing. You're not gonna make it to St. Louis. You're gonna die trying to escape." Pete took out his gun, pointing it at Dean. Dean held up his hands.

"Wait! Wait! Let's talk about this. Come on. You don't want to do something that you're gonna regret." Pete cocked back the safety. "Or maybe you do."

"Pete!" The shout had Pete looking over to see Sam and Diana. Diana had her gun aimed at him. "Put the gun down." She ordered.

"Diana? How's you find me?" Pete trained his gun back on Dean.

"I know about Claire."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Put the gun down!"

"No, I don't think so. You're fast. Pretty sure I'm faster."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I didn't do anything, Diana."

"It's a little late for that."

"It wasn't my fault. Claire was gonna turn me in. I had no choice."

"And Tony? Karen?" Diana questioned.

"Same thing!" Pete replied. "Tony scrubbed the money. Then he got skittish. And then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything." Dean looked at Sam, conveying that he would attack. Sam shook his head. Bad idea. Sam's eyes caught a flash of silver and he saw Selena behind Pete, sneaking up on him. "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 is a friggin' gift. We can pin the whole thing on him, okay? No trial, nothing. Just one more dead scumbag."

"Hey!" Dean said, offended. Pete trained the gun on him and Dean quieted. Pete looked at Diana.

"No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you." Diana lowered the gun. "Thank you. Thank you." Pete looked at Dean, ready to shoot. Suddenly, Diana shot him. He fell to the ground, still alive and Dean rolled away. Diana walked over to him.

"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" Pete grabbed her by the leg, knocking her down. Before he had a chance to grab her gun, he was tackled by Selena, who started punching him. Pete reached out a hand and grabbed his dropped gun, putting it to Selena's head. Sam, who had started to move, froze.

"Don't do it. Or she gets a bullet to the head." Selena slowly stood up, Pete following. "Move." She started backing up. She, Dean, Sam, and Diana saw something behind Pete and a groaning sound was heard. Pete turned around to see Claire glaring at him. He stood, frozen, when, suddenly there was a shot and he fell to the ground, dead. Diana had shot him in the back.

Xxx

It was morning and the siblings watched on as Diana kneeled next to Peters body. She stood up and walked over to them.

"You doing all right?" Sam asked.

"Not really." Diana admitted. "The death omen, Claire, what happens to her now?"

"It should be over. She should be at rest."

"So, uh, what now, Officer?" Dean asked.

"Pete did confess to me. He screwed up your cases royally. I'd say there's a chance that we can get your cases dismissed."

"You could take care of that for us?"

"I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I - I can't help you. Unless I just happened to turn my back and you walked away. I could tell them that the suspects escaped."

"Wait. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, she's sure, Sam."

"I know. It's just...I mean, you could lose your over something like that."

"Look, I just want you guys 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 all three of you right now." She waved a hand. "Get out of here. I got to radio this in." She turn, then turned back to the siblings as Dean spoke.

"Hey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is by chance?"

"It's at the impound on Robertson." She gasped, thinking of how they were going to get the car out. "Don't even think about it." Sam chuckled.

"It's okay. It's all right. Don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll improvise. We're pretty good at that."

"Yeah. I've noticed." She smiled. The siblings turned, walking away. Dean let out a breath as Sam caught up to him and Selena.

"Nice lady." Sam said.

"Yeah, for a cop." Dean replied as they started walking down the road. "Did she look familiar to you?"

"No. Why?"

"I don't know. It's nothing. Hey, you hungry?"

"No." Selena shook her head.

"Man, for some reason, I could go for some pea soup."