Chapter Twenty-Eight

"So Dumbledore has managed to summon a demon. What do you know about the demon he has summoned?" Sanguini asked, sitting in the chair by the desk and looking at Asmodeus, who was sitting on the couch next to Dean, twitching slightly and leaning heavily on Dean, who was trying to calm him down somewhat.

"His name is Bucon—"

"Was he a show girl?" Dean asked, immediately looking as though he wished he hadn't said anything when everyone turned to look at him in confusion.

"No..." Asmodeus said slowly and Dean looked as though he wanted to take back what he had just said.

"Never mind. It just came out before I could stop it. Stop laughing Sammy." Dean growled, looking at Sam, who's shoulders were shaking with laughter. Sam looked at him innocently, though his eyes were twinkling with suppressed mirth, and then moved to look at Asmodeus.

"You were telling us about Bucon?" Sam asked him, moving his chair so that it faced more towards Asmodeus.

"Yeah, well he's the demon of hatred, but other than that, he's pretty low down for a demon. He's kind of a... minion of Satan. Demon of Wrath." Asmodeus added quickly before anyone could ask.

"Ah. And Miranda seems to think he will tell Dumbledore where to find the scrolls for the ritual?" Sam asked him with a concerned frown, whilst Dean rubbed his hands up and down Asmodeus' arms.

"Yeah, she and Athena are pretty certain. And so am I. I sent his master back to Hell, so he's gonna want to do anything to make my life miserable. He may cut a deal with Dumbledore, which is worrying me the most."

"What kind of deal?" Dean asked in a tense voice clutching Asmodeus even closer to him, much to Sam's hidden amusement. It was rare he got to witness smooth-talker Dean act like a mother hen.

"Depends on what he wants and if it fits in with what Dumbledore wants. Mostly, Bucon would want me to bring back the Sins, which I won't do, even on pain of death. So, chances are he'll want my pain for himself."

"By pain, you mean..."

"I mean, he'll want a go at me if they decide to torture me." Asmodeus told him bluntly, wincing when Dean's hold of him tightened even more. "Monkey Socks..."

"Sorry."

"Wait, Monkey Socks? He calls you Monkey Socks? That's just mean Kitten." Sanguini said in amusement, grinning even more when Dean glowered at the floor, and Asmodeus just grinned back at him.

"It's cute! And it suits him!! He's my little Monkey Socks." Asmodeus gushed, grabbing Dean and kissing him deeply before pulling back and smiling at Dean, who smiled back before narrowing his eyes.

"Don't try and distract me from the fact that you have given me a highly humiliating nickname and have given Sam a way to stop me from calling him Sammy! It's just wrong!!" Dean scolded, making Asmodeus pout and widen his eyes at Dean, who just sighed and looked away from him. "I'm not falling for the eyes."

"Mon—"

"Stop!"

"Dean... How about I stop calling you Monkey Socks in front of other people?"

"Fine. And don't think you are getting away with just being called As by me. I'm going to think up a suitably embarrassing name for you."

"Fine. Fine. Now, we need to find something new to hunt, and I need to 'gather my allies' as Miranda put it."

"Who did she mean by that?" Sam asked him curiously, whilst Dean suddenly stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket, walking out of the room to answer it.

"Huh, wonder who that was." Asmodeus said, trying not to listen in on Dean's conversation just to give him some privacy, though failing spectacularly and holding back from asking Sam if he knew a Deacon. "As for allies, well the goblins can't do much, but the tricksters... I can ask them if one will infiltrate Hogwarts somehow. That way, Frieda will have someone on the inside there if I need her."

"Frieda?" Sam asked him in confusion.

"Chaos." Sanguini was the one who answered him and Sam nodded his head in understanding.

"Right. So you are going to contact all the tricksters and see if any of them will help you out?"

"Yeah, starting with Raef as he actually lives in Britain and owes me a favour. He's the most likely to do it."

"It won't work, Kitten. Our time runs out in July, August at the latest. There won't be anyone at the school then besides Dumbledore and some Order members." Sanguini pointed out to him and Asmodeus sagged in his seat slightly, looking at the phone in his hands, and also listening to what Dean was saying to Deacon in the kitchen.

"Wait, perhaps they can get in by being a helper. Maybe the school will need a teacher or something. Then they may have access to you and the school during the holidays." Sam suggested and Asmodeus lifted up visibly and smiled brightly at Sam.

"Yes! They always need a new DADA professor at the end of each school year. The position is cursed or something. I dunno, but no teacher lasts longer than a year in that position." Asmodeus told them and then dialled a number on his phone.

"He does know that this still probably won't work, right? They aren't going to tell a new, not entirely trusted teacher, that they have someone held hostage in the dungeons of the castle." Sanguini muttered to Sam as Asmodeus moved away from them slightly to talk into the phone.

"Hello?"

"Raef! It's me Asmodeus. I'm officially calling in on your favour, but you can refuse if you want."

"Asmodeus? Are you okay? What is it you need me to do?"

"How do you feel about teaching some easily influenced kiddies for a wee while?"

"How long, where and why?"

"Dumbledore has found a way to get his hands on me. We need someone on the inside before it happens. Sam came up with the idea of getting someone to be a teacher at Hogwarts."

"Who's Sam?"

"My mate's brother."

"Mate? Little Asmodeus has finally been given one."

"Raef! Do you have to be so crude? And yes, I have a mate. Is that really so hard to believe?" Asmodeus asked, shooting a glare at Sanguini when he chuckled.

"Yeah, it sort of is. You were somewhat prudish when I met you. Of course you had just dragged me away from an angry Vernon Dursley. That man was huge. So, you want me to apply for the teaching position at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, I do. Will you do it? It doesn't matter if you can't. I've got the numbers of two other Tricksters, who may do it for me."

"I'll do it. Would you like me to get myself trusted and brought into the Order as well?"

"Can you do that?"

"Of course I can! Do you know how much chaos this will cause! This is brilliant. I had been beginning to get bored. These other two Tricksters, ring them up and give them my number. I have a plan and I'll see if they're willing to help me."

"Thank you Raef."

"No problem my little protégé Trickster. I'd have done this for you even if I hadn't owed you a favour. The chance to cause chaos within Dumbledore's ranks? Perfect! Give those two tricksters my number and I'll contact some other friends of mine as well. Do you have a deadline?"

"I have three, maybe four months, before he gets me."

"Okay. I'll work on getting into the Order straight away then, and work to becoming a teacher after that. Stay safe little trickster."

"Will do. Thanks again Raef." Asmodeus said and then hung up, looking up and smiling when Dean walked into the room. "I'm going to contact the other two, Raef apparently has a plan and wants to talk to them and see if they will help."

"What's his plan?"

"No idea."

"And you trust him?"

"Yeah, he will cause more chaos by thwarting Dumbledore, than he will by tricking me. Plus, he'd upset The Sisters, Vivienne, myself and you guys. He wouldn't want to do that if he wants to survive long."

"Right. Who were you talking to, Dean?" Sam asked, looking over at Dean, who had moved to stand behind Asmodeus and wrap his arms around his waist.

"I'll tell you after As has finished." Dean told him and Sam nodded his acceptance, whilst Asmodeus dialled another number in his phone.

"Loki? Hi, it's Asmodeus."

"Ah, the little seer. How are you? Need help with a prank?" Dean frowned slightly as he thought he recognised the voice, but shrugged and passed it off as his imagination.

"I'm good thanks. And not exactly. I've asked another Trickster for some help in something and he requested that I pass his number over to you so that he can talk to you about something."

"Okay... Sounds both intriguing and fun. Shoot." Asmodeus repeated out Raef's number for Loki and then hung up and repeated the conversation with Jasper. When he had finally finished, he moved away from Dean and led him back to the couch to sit down and find out what the mystery caller wanted.

"So?" Sanguini asked, when Dean didn't look as though he was going to say anything.

"Sam, do you remember Deacon?"

--

Dean and Asmodeus quietly crept through the doors of a large Museum, Dean holding a map and reading it with a torch shining on it, Asmodeus following silently behind him.

"This way." Dean whispered to him as he looked at the map.

"This plan sucks." Asmodeus muttered and Dean rolled his eyes and led him through the halls.

"Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." Dean muttered back to him through gritted teeth.

Asmodeus remained silent after that and just followed Dean to the room they were looking for, torches in hand, lighting the way, passing by a motion censor while they were walking. When they reached the room, they both made their way to the glass display cases and opened one, taking out the artefacts.

Suddenly, they heard a noise from the other side of the building and glanced at one another. Nodding to each other, they took that as their cue to get the hell out of there and went back into the hallway. Asmodeus stopped, causing Dean to walk into his back, looking at what had made him stop. There were policemen blocking the exits.

"Freeze! Don't move! I said freeze!" The cop yelled when they both quickly ran down another hallway, only to find more cops waiting for them. "Put your hands behind your head! Down on your knees! Now!"

"You know, before I met you, I had never been arrested." Asmodeus muttered to Dean, as they both knelt down on the floor as two policemen handcuffed them both.

"I could say the same about you." Dean muttered back to him and Asmodeus shot him a wide smile.

"Aw, honey, I love you too."

--

Asmodeus stood in front of the wall to get his mugshot taken and scolwed at the measurement.

"That's wrong. I'm not five foot five. I'm at least five foot eight." Asmodeus told the photographer.

"It's not wrong."

"I'm not that short!"

"Clearly, you are. Face the left." Asmodeus growled but turned to face the left all the same.

"Can't you give me something to stand on? Give me a bit more height! Come on! My husband is like... seven foot tall! I can't stay this height next to that!"

"Face the right."

"Mean." Asmodeus grumbled, ignoring the chuckling of Dean in his head. He was lead out just as Dean was shown in.

"Huh, six foot three. I've grown an inch." Asmodeus scowled knowing that Dean had said that to him and not the photographer.

"Dick."

"I call this one the Blue Steel." Asmodeus rolled his eyes, wondering if Dean could ever take anything seriously.

"What's Blue Steel?" Asmodeus asked, getting a confused look from the police cop next to him. "Never mind."

"Wait, who looks better? Me or Nick Nolte?"

"Who the hell is Nick Nolte?"

"Kid, who are you talking to? Me or yourself?" The cop asked him and Asmodeus blushed, cursing the stupid spell and a laughing Dean, who was led back into the hall and then they were both led to separate interrogation rooms.

Asmodeus sat down in the seat he was roughly shoved towards and glared at the cop before he left the room and shut the door behind him. He leant back in the chair and looked at the ceiling after having a quick glance around to check for any unwanted spirits.

He froze slightly when he heard Dean speak when someone walk into the interrogation room he was in.

"Oh, it's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger. Extra onions." Dean called out to whoever had walked into the room and Asmodeus groaned.

"You trying to piss them off?" Asmodeus muttered without moving his lips just in case someone was watching him through the glass mirror.

"You think you're funny?"

"I think I'm adorable."

"You are adorable. My Monkey Socks." Asmodeus said with a grin, knowing that Dean couldn't respond to him.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean. I'm Special Agent Victor Henricksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." Asmodeus shot up to sit up right on his chair, paling when he heard the name.

"Fuck."

"Henricksen? Not the Milwaukee Agent Henricksen?" Asmodeus listened to Dean asked, him probably being the only one that could hear the slight panic in his voice.

"Crap. Crap. Crap."

"Live and in person. Nice shot. You can hang that up in your cell at Supermax." Henricksen said, Asmodeus assumed he had placed something in front of Dean.

"Alright, maybe we can just forget the cheeseburgers, huh?"

"Oh God, we're completely screwed." Asmodeus whimpered quietly, leaning back again to look at the ceiling.

"Oh, yeah. Keep that game face on. Try and cover up how cornered you are. Read him the charges."

"Dean..." Asmodeus mumbled, his ears dropped and he grabbed his tail and began to stroke it. Which confused the two cops watching him, making them wonder what he was stroking.

"We've got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration—"

"Skip to the good ones."

"Armed robbery, kidnapping, and... oh, three counts of first-degree murder." Asmodeus frowned and mentally counted the dead bodies they had left behind them.

"Three? I count five at least." Asmodeus muttered, which was apparently too much for Dean, who actually chuckled before he covered it with a cough.

"You think this is funny? After Milwaukee, your brother is now a suspect in a murder case himself. He was with you, right? Witnesses described Sam Winchester as one of the ones seen around there at the time the murders happened."

"Shit. Dean, listen to me. Tell him it was me. I was the one who killed Madison. Tell them Sam wasn't anywhere near us." Asmodeus muttered frantically, hoping that if anyone was watching him that they would assume he was praying or something.

"We haven't seen Sam for a long while, Henricksen. As for Madison. That... it wasn't Sam. Whoever described him was off their head, he wasn't there with us. It was just me and Asmodeus."

"Don't lie to me. If it wasn't Sam, who did kill her then?"

"Dean..."

"As." Dean whispered and Asmdeus closed his eyes and gave a small sigh of relief.

"Asmodeus Tenebrion-Winchester? Your husband? You're shopping him to us? Sounds loyal. Trouble in paradise?"

"Screw you."

"I'd say for you two, 'screwed to hell' is a major understatement."

"Dean, we're gonna be fine." Asmodeus lied, knowing that Dean didn't believe him either.

"Well, where there's life, there's hope, huh?"

"See, that's what I kept thinking as I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone. Your dad taught you well. The way you guys cover your tracks, and after Milwaukee, the way you guys vanished – near went nuts trying to find you. Ask him." Asmodeus frowned, wondering who Dean was supposed to be asking, and what.

"He near went nuts." Agent Reidy said, telling Asmodeus who Henricksen was talking about.

"And after all of that, you get tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. Gotta say, I was... surprised."

"I hate this guy." Asmodeus muttered, before paying more attention when he heard the sound of a door opening in Dean's room.

"Dean Winchester?" A womans voice asked, making Asmodeus frown in confusion.

"In the flesh."

"Stop checking her out. You're married." Asmodeus said, just knowing that Dean was leering at the woman.

"And you are?"

"Mara Daniels, Public Defender's Office. I've been assigned you and your husband' case."

"If she helps us in this, I am so giving her a bonus." Asmodeus muttered to Dean.

"Huh."

"You know, it's kinda odd that no one has questioned me yet. Should I be worried?"

"Are you Henricksen?"

"Yeah, and we're not quite done here."

"Uh, yeah. You are. And if you don't mind, I would like to meet with my clients. Privately."

"Oh, I like her."

--

Not long after, Asmodeus had been taken from his interrogation room to the one Dean was sitting in with Mara Daniels. When he was pushed into the chair next to Dean, Asmodeus smiled at the woman opposite them and then leant over and kissed Dean's cheek.

"Unfortunately, your arraignment on the breaking-and-entering charge won't be until Tuesday." Mara told them, cutting straight to the point, though she did have a small smile on her face at Asmodeus' greeting for Dean.

"And they'll keep us in the county jail?" Dean asked her curiously, whilst Asmodeus fidgeted in his seat next to him.

"That's right."

"Green River County Detention Center?" Asmodeus asked her, leaning against Dean's side slightly.

"Yes. And considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail." Mara told them and Dean and Asmodeus glanced at one another, before tuning to look back at her, Dean shrugging.

"Yeah, we figured that."

"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the bigger concern – the bank robbery and the murder raps. I heard you tell Agent Henricksen that it was Lord Tenebrion that killed the young woman in Milwaukee. Is that true?" Mara asked, looking between the two and seemingly shocked that Asmodeus didn't give any outward reaction to hearing his husband had handed him over to the feds.

"Sam wasn't with us in Milwaukee. It was just us. We met Madison and talked to her a couple of times. When we heard that she had been killed, we left. We didn't want to be the ones to get the blame. However, when I heard that Sammy was the suspect for it, I knew As wouldn't mind if he took the rap. We're already up on charges for murder, what's one more?" Dean told her with a shrug and Asmodeus grabbed one of Dean's hands and squeezed it.

"You have just put you husband up for murder to protect your brother? How can you be sure that Sam didn't do it?"

"As far as we know, Sam is still living in Miami. Now my geography is a little wonky, but even I know that Florida is a fair distance away from Milwaukee. Besides, what would his motive have been?" Asmodeus asked, leaning even more so on Dean, who shifted and placed his hand over his shoulders.

"Perhaps he was trying to frame the two of you. You did say that you had had a disagreement."

"Sam isn't like that. For one, he isn't a killer. Look, if it gets Sam off the hook, a hook he shouldn't have even been on in the first place, then I will take the rap." Asmodeus told her with a sigh, and Mara just shook her head.

"How long can we stall extradition?" Dean asked her finally, after a moment of silence.

"A week. Maybe less." Mara told them with a sigh. Asmodeus and Dean looked at one another and both knew that there was no way to get around it.

--

Asmodeus followed Dean out of the bus that had taken them along with the other inmates, all chained together. They walked passed the courtyard where the current prisoners were all standing, watching them, shouting taunts at them. Dean looked over his shoulder at Asmodeus and smirked.

"Don't worry, As. I promise I won't trade you for smokes."

"You do that and it'll be the last thing you do." Asmodeus growled back at him, ignoring the chuckle that came from the inmate behind him. Dean just grinned at him and they were led inside where they had to change into bright orange jumpsuits.

"God, orange so isn't my colour." Asmodeus grumbled as they were all led out and down the halls to the cells.

"Yeah, clashes with your creepy eyes." Dean told him, grinning widely when Asmodeus glared at him.

"You're not making me like you any more." Asmodeus hissed at him as Dean was led into a cell with a large man.

"I call top bunk." Asmodeus glanced over in time to see the larger man scoff and place his things on the bed. Asmodeus was then shoved into his cell directly opposite Dean's and gulped when he saw an even bigger, more intimidating man.

"I hate Dean." Asmodeus grumbled to himself, ignoring the man that was actually leering at him and sitting down on the bottom bunk.

--

Later, Dean and Asmodeus stood in line with the other inmates to get frisked by security. Asmodeus had subtly cast charms on their rings and his collar to make them unnoticeable by the guards, so that they could keep them and not give away their less than human appearances.

"My roommate doesn't say much. How's yours?"

"He's currently making plans on how to turn me into his bitch. The way he looks at me makes me feel highly uncomfortable."

"Sounds like you're making new friends." Dean told him with a smile, which belied the worry in his eyes.

"You know, the whole point of being the er... head of the family implies that you protect those within that family. You making wise cracks is not helping." Asmodeus dead-panned.

"Sure it is. It's adding a sense of humour to this delightfully crappy situation that we have found ourselves in." Dean told him, smile not dropping from his face, though he had moved to stand nearer to Asmodeus.

"Dean, this is without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we have ever done. And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy, for both of us." Asmodeus muttered to Dean, who just shrugged as the line moved forwards.

"Calm down. It's all part of the plan." Dean told him quietly and Asmodeus just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"So, Henricksen was part of the plan?"

"Yeah, the guy moves a little faster than we thought. Look, all we've gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down, then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos."

"Hey! I've seen that film!" Asmodeus exclaimed with a pleased grin.

"Huh, Crybaby never struck me as a film you would watch."

"One of my cousins had a thing for Johnny Depp. Which I kind of agree with. Hell, I would have chosen him as my mate in a flash."

"Hey! What about me."

"Oh, yeah. Chill. I have no regrets. You're disturbingly hot. I even get jealous of you sometimes." Asmodeus told him soothingly in a quiet voice that only Dean could hear. Dean shot him an amused grin.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Thing is Dean, how the hell are we gonna get out of here?"

"Can't you do that popping thing?"

"Dean, were you not listening when Sanguini and I told you that the AMoM placed anti-apparation wards over all the Muggle jails just in case a wizard was arrested by the Muggle police."

"Ah, well, have no fear. I still have a plan. I wouldn't have gone in if I didn't. I mean, come on, man. This place had all the signs of a haunting. The innocent people are dead, four so far."

"Your meaning of the word innocent is somewhat skewed." Asmodeus told him dryly.

"Hey. Just 'cause these people are in jail doesn't mean they deserve to die. And if we don't stop this thing, people are gonna continue to die. We do the job wherever it takes us."

"I realise that this argument is slowly getting old, but I would like to point out once more that this is your job, not mine. What I don't get is, why are you doing this for a guy you barely know? Sam hardly seemed to recognise the name."

"We knew he was in the corps with our dad. We knew that he saved my dad's life. We know we owe him." Dean told him firmly and Asmodeus sighed.

"Fine. Just... don't you think he's asking a little much?"

"Doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Sammy would be here in your place if you hadn't been so damned adamant that he and Sanguini stay away from situations that will make them wanted as well. Look, I'm not thrilled about this either, As. But Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, and that's exactly what we're gonna do."

--

Asmodeus sat at a table in the cafeteria next to Dean and prodded at his rubbery chicken warily. He looked over at Dean and was stunned to see Dean wolfing his food down, before he mentally smacked himself for being shocked that Dean was eating this, considering what he normally ate.

"You know, this chicken isn't half bad."

"Right. Well you can finish mine then." Asmodeus told him, shoving his tray over to Dean, who immediately pounced on it. "You'd eat arsnic if I gave it to you, wouldn't you?"

"Probably." Dean told him with a wide, slightly sheepish grin.

"Good thing I won't be feeding it to you then anytime in the near future, isn't it? Anyway, shall we go back over this hunt, Dean? Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?"

"Yeah, psycho killer extraordinaire – Satanism, ritual murder, died in jail."

"And you're sure it's him?"

"Pretty sure."

"Dean, considering we are currently waiting to get extradited for murders that we didn't actually commit, I'm going to need something a little better than 'pretty sure.'"

"Really pretty sure. Moody died of a heart attack, which is exactly what all the victims in here are dying of. He died in the old cell block, which they closed right after he croaked about thirty years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started."

"And you think that his spirit was released somehow?"

"Mm-hmm."

"But what if he was already cremated?" Asmodeus asked him and Dean wrinkled his nose in thought.

"I'm guessing there's something in the old block that belongs to him that's keeping him around. Whatever it is, we've gotta find it and you know the rest." Dean told him, pushing his tray away. "I'm done."

Dean stood up and left the table, Asmodeus quickly jumping up to follow him. On their way out of the cafeteria, Asmodeus bumped into another inmate, who glared at him, making Asmodeus' ears flatten to his head.

"Sorry, I—"

"Watch where you're going."

"Sure, I just—"

"He said he was sorry." Dean told him, stepping to stand in front of Asmodeus, who exhaled angrily and placed a hand on Dean's arm.

"Dean."

"You talkin' to me?" The inmate asked him, but Dean didn't answer as he was looking at Asmodeus to see that he was okay. "Are you talkin' to me?"

"Oh, great, another guy whose seen Taxi Driver one too many times. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. Trust me. Let it go." Dean told him and the inmate turned away from him, Asmodeus tugged on Dean's sleeve.

"Dean, come on."

"See, that's how you've gotta talk to these guys." Dean told him and winked. "Instant respect." Asmodeus looked past Dean and noticed the inmate talking to another, taller inmate and groaned. Both the inmates turned and approached Dean.

"One of these days you're going to get yourself killed. By a human. Which is just plain embarrassing." Asmodeus muttered to him, looking at the approaching inmates. Dean turned to look at what Asmodeus was looking at and groaned.

"Oh great." Dean suddenly dodged the shorter inmates punch, whilst Asmodeus took a step back to avoid getting dragged into the fight. Asmodeus stood with other inmates, watching as Dean continued to fight with the man, until the inmate fell to the floor and the prison guards approached. One of the guards, an older man who was shorter than Dean just slightly, approached the two.

"On your feet, Lucas." The guard told them and the inmate, Lucas, pushed himself off the floor.

"Yes, sir, Boss." Lucas muttered as the guard walked over to Dean and shoved his riot stick under Dean's chin. Asmodeus' ear lowered as his eyes narrowed and his tail whipped behind him in anger.

"What's your name?"

"Winchester." Dean answered him and the guard narrowed his eyes at him.

"Well, Winchester, not a good start." He turned to look at another guard. "Solitary. You, too, Lucas." The guards then shoved Dean and Lucas out of the cafeteria.

"We having fun yet, huh?" Dean muttered to Asmodeus as he passed him, Asmodeus just glared at him, looking completely unimpressed.

--

Asmodeus lay on his bed, listening to his cellmate snoring above him and also listening with one ear to Dean.

"Please try to not get yourself killed. I find myself rather attached to you." Asmodeus muttered to Dean, making sure not to wake up his cellmate.

"Ah, have a little confidence in me, As. Oh, and I have a pet name for you." Dean told him, immediately putting Asmodeus on edge.

"Go on."

"Puss In Boots."

"Do you even know who that is?"

"Er... Sanguini told me to call it you."

"No then, well does that make you Dick Whittington?"

"Who?"

"He's the guy the cat went to. I dunno."

"What? Shrek?"

"Who's that?"

"Never mind. You know, your lack of film knowledge is kind of depressing."

"Well how's about we just get out of here and hide away somewhere and watch all the films in the world. I don't want to be a hunter anymore. It sucks."

"Tell me about it."

"I'm serious. Recently nothing has been going right. Sanguini has been rejected by his chosen mate. Sam had to shoot the girl he was sleeping with. I'm gonna be dragged away from you in four months time. And I have a horrible feeling that something is going to happen soon. Something bad. Dean, I want to hide and let the world deal with their problems on their own." Asmodeus heard Dean sigh and pouted even though Dean couldn't see him.

"As, we can't. I'm sorry, but it's gonna find us. We can't hide. No matter what we do, it's gonna happen."

"Dean, I don't want to be taken by Dumbledore."

"Puss, don't let it worry you, we've taken precautions to get you back as soon as possible. I'm not gonna let him do anything to you and then I'm going to tear him apart with my bare hands for taking you away from me."

"Ah, see, that's the attitude a dominant mate should have. I wish we could have been put in the same cell. This sucks. I haven't slept apart from you since Sammy ran off."

"Tell me about it. I'm beginning to agree with you, this plan—Oh crap."

"Dean? Are you okay?"

"Lucas. Listen to me. Stay very still." Asmodeus frowned and cursed the fact that he could hear everything that was happening, but couldn't help Dean. He listened carefully as Dean went completely silent and then heard as Lucas began to scream.

"Shit. This is a crappy plan."

"I hear ya."

--

The next day, Asmodeus was grumbling to himself whilst mopping the bathroom floors with another inmate, called Kendal, or at least that's what Asmodeus thought it was, though he was also pretty positive that Kendal was a place in Cumbria and he had a house there... And they made mint cake.

"How are you doing?" Asmodeus asked after getting bored muttering about being a slave and the Dursley's and also having a craving for some mint cake.

"I'm fifty-four years old, mopping the floor of a crapper with bars on the windows. How do you think I'm doing?" Kendal told him sarcastically, and Asmodeus sighed and leant on his mop.

"Right. So that was a bad ice breaker. Just so you know, I suck at these kind of things. I'm Asmodeus."

"Weird name. I'm Randall." Oooh, Randall.

"Nice to meet... Randall? Hey, weren't you there the night that guard died?" Asmodeus asked, recognising the name as someone Sam had mentioned when they were researching it.

"Yeah."

"So... what happened?"

"They say the stress of the job got him."

"Really? Yeah, stress is a bitch. So what do you say happened?" Asmodeus smirked when he heard Dean chuckle.

"Subtle, Puss."

"Why are you inside, Kid?" Randall asked him instead of answering.

"Huh, where to start? Technically I'm in here for murder, breaking-and-entering, grave desecration, theft and er... something else but I can't remember. But I'm really in here because my husband is an idiot."

"That's one hell of a rap you've got there, kid. You don't wanna let it get around that that guy with you is your husband. Not many around here that will take too kindly to that." Randall told him and Asmodeus shrugged, holding back a grin when he heard Dean growl and mutter threats under his breath.

"Meh, me and Dean could probably take them if we worked together. Still, they're not gonna find out from me unless I mention it."

"You know, this place ain't so bad. Compared to the old cellblock, this is the damn Hilton." Randall told him with a small grin.

"I've been to a Hilton. This ain't no Hilton, so the old block must suck. Did you spend time in the old block?"

"Oh, yeah, I was a regular customer."

"Didn't they have..." "Mark Moody" "...Mark Moody over there for a while?"

"He was there. You know, I was there, too, the night that lunatic bought it." Randall told him and Asmodeus looked up at him in interest.

"Really? He had a heart attack, didn't he?"

"Sure, his heart stopped right after the guard stopped using his head for batting practice. Next morning, I was in his cell, mopping up the blood. What a mess."

"Wait, so he was beaten and nobody reported it?" Asmodeus asked him, shocked.

"Hey, you kept your mouth shut unless you waited to die from the same heart attack, you know?" Randall told him grimly.

"Randall,.. exactly how much blood was there?"

"Dammit! We so did not think this through. Right, I'll try and think up a way to get some salt."

--

Out on the court yard, Dean was sitting at a table, playing cards with another inmate. Asmodeus walked out and glanced over at him, rolling his eyes.

"Hustling in a prison is a sure fire way to get yourself killed." Asmodeus hissed, smiling at a prison guard that looked at him warily.

"Call."

"Three aces." Asmodeus looked over at Dean and noticed that he looked defeated and the inmate looked triumphant and began to take the cigarettes.

"That's a bad beat. That is a bad beat. But, see, I'm full." Asmodeus watched Dean show his cards and grin at the angry inmate. "Threes over aces." Dean laughed when the inmate pounded at the table. "Hey, I'm sorry. It's a cruel game, my friend. Sorry, guys."

Asmodeus sighed and walked over to the table, sitting down next to Dean and grabbing one of the cigarettes. He lit a match and took a drag, making Dean look at him incredulously.

"Since when do you smoke?"

"Since you made me get arrested. Since we are looking for a ghost of a crazed psycho-killer without any weapons. Since it is highly likely we are going o be put on death row. Since then. Happy? Besides, you don't smoke. What else do you want these for. What's yours is mine, Socks."

"You are kidding me, right? This is the currency of the realm and you're smoking it away!"

"Look, what are we gonna do about Moody? You heard what Randall said. Blood everywhere. How the fuck are we gonna get rid of his spirit? Do you even have salt?"

"No. And of course, he paid a little visit to Lucas last night. I think I might have to admit that we are in a little over our heads here."

"You think?" Asmodeus hissed, tail puffing up behind him, much to Dean's amusement.

"Chill, Puss. We'll think of something."

"Think of something?! There was so much blood, they had trouble mopping it all up! Dean, we're in so far above our heads, we don't know which way is up!"

"Right. So how are we gonna get in?' Dean asked, fiddling with one of the cigarettes, wafting the smoke coming from Asmodeus' cigarette away from his face. "You know, second hand smoke kills."

"Dean, you're a demon. Second hand smoke is the least of your problems. Besides, I have a plan." Asmodeus said smugly, stubbing out his cigarette on the table and moving the straddle the bench and look at Dean, who just looked curious.

"You channelling Sammy or something? Go on, share with the group. You could be like Clint Eastwood from Escape form Alcatraz."

"Who? And Alkatraz? Isn't it called Azkaban? And it's really hard to escape from there, lets be happy we're not there or we'd be screwed."

"As... the plan?"

"Right! Well, we have a problem even before we can put the plan into action."

"Which is?"

"Well, even if we do find something, how are we gonna burn it? We don't have any accelerant."

"It's a good thing I'm like James Garner from The Great Escape." Dean told him, smirking and grabbing all the cigarettes. "Hey, fellas! Who's ready to deal?"

"Who?"

--

Asmodeus stood in the line to get food with Dean standing closely behind him, looking at him over his shoulder.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Pretty sure."

"Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I'd like a little better than 'pretty sure'."

"Since you're quoting me, I'll quote you shall I? Really pretty sure." Asmodeus hissed at him waspishly as he took his food and then walked away to a table.

"I'd like mine al dente." Dean told the server with a grin, Asmodeus over heard him and rolled his eyes, wondering if Dean would actually get out of this prison alive, the smart-mouthed moron. "Perfect."

Asmodeus played with his food and glanced up when Dean sat down at a table near to Asmodeus, opposite the larger friend of Lucas.

"Save room for dessert, Tiny. Hey, I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun: just curious, is that a thyroid problem, or is that some deep-seated self-esteem issue? 'Cause, you know, they're just donuts. They're not love." Asmodeus snorted at the table next to him and mentally patted himself on the back for putting Dean up for this.

Tiny glared at Dean and then wasted no time in standing up and punching him, making Asmodeus wince slightly in sympathy. Dean threw himself at Tiny and fought back, Asmodeus trying to hide his amusement at Dean's face when Tiny showed no reaction to his first two punches. Dean then head butted Tiny and Asmodeus rolled his eyes when Dean shook his own head.

"Moron."

The guards finally got in between the two, but Tiny started to beat up the guard as well. Finally, the rest of the guards, including the head guard that seemed to have something against Dean, rushed over. Asmodeus took that as his cue to leave and snuck into the kitchen and grabbed a salt shaker that had quite a bit of salt in it.

"We'd waited any longer, you'd be dead." The head guard told Dean and Asmodeus narrowed his eyes and growled as he made his way further toward the back of the kitchen.

"Well, you waited long enough." Asmodeus sighed in exasperation and then growled again when he heard Dean grunt in pain.

"I'm gonna rip him a new one if I see him alone." Asmodeus growled, walking through the dark hallways of the old cellblock and searched for the cell of Mark Moody.

"Do yourself a favour: don't talk. Take them both to the infirmary."

"Dean, take his damned advice, yeah? And tell me when you get to the infirmary and I'll try to channel some magic to you to help you heal quicker.

"You can do that?"

"Who you talkin' to, Winchester?"

"No one."

"Yeah, I can. At least, I think I can. I mean, we share a bond, right? Ah ha! Found his cell. You okay?"

"Yeah." Dean muttered and Asmodeus smiled a little. He walked into the cell block and stopped short when he saw, who assumed was, Mark Moody, standing in the corner, looking at him curiously.

"Oh crap." Asmodeus muttered, not taking his eyes off of Moody and taking a small step back when Moody took a step towards him, showing Asmodeus that the whole of his left side was covered in blood and the left side of his head was bloody and the skin ripped to shreds.

"Puss? What's going on?"

"Moody? You are Mark Moody right? Erm... how are you doing?"

"How are you doing? You're confronted by Mark Moody and you ask how he is? Get the hell out of there Asmodeus!" Dean hissed but Asmodeus ignored him when Moody actually shrugged and then grinned.

"I didn't do it, you know."

"Huh?"

"These new deaths. It weren't me. I only killed when I was alive. Not that I didn't consider it, but I didn't come back. I'm only talkin' to you because you want to burn my remains. I don't want you to do that."

"Do you know who did do it?"

"No. Don't burn my remains."

"I won't. Thank you, Moody." Asmodeus said, backing out of the cell and smiling at Moody, who just ignored him and disappeared.

"You just thanked a well known killer. You are insane." Dean muttered to him and Asmodeus blushed and was thankful that no one could see him.

"Whatever, I'm done here, we need to consider who the hell is killing these people."

"Great, I'm in the infirmary. Think you could send me some voodoo."

"Magic dear, magic." Asmodeus sighed and then leant against the wall outside of the cell and closed his eyes, picturing the bond he shared with Dean. When he found it, he then imagined sending some of his magic down it and wondered if it worked, or if it was just something he had read in a bad romance novel. "Work?"

"Well, I feel all warm and toasty. And less bruised. So I'd say yeah."

"Good. You gonna talk to your new friend?"

"If I have to. Hey, Tiny?"

Asmodeus walked slowly back through the halls of the old cellblock, listening to Dean talk to Tiny with an amused smile on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, sorry about the things I was saying earlier. I can't really tell you why, but I had to get you angry. So, uh... anyway, sorry."

"It's okay. Truth is, I have lo self-esteem issue. My old man treated me and my brother like crap. Right up to the day he died." Tiny told Dean and Asmodeus started laughing.

"Only you would have a heart to heart with a prisoner."

"How'd he die?"

"My brother shot him."

"Huh. Well, that's different. Fraternal patricide. Why's he in here?"

"Okay.... Oh crap."

"Dean?"

"What is it?"

"Dean! What the hell is happening?"

"A nurse." Dean told Asmodeus just before Asmodeus heard Dean start to scramble around, Asmodeus nibbled on his lip, wondering what he could do to help Dean and coming up empty.

"What's going on? What is it?" Tiny called out, as Dean grunted in pain from something the spirit had done to him.

"Dean. Use the damned salt!" Asmodeus hissed out as he calmly walked through the halls and towards his own cell. Dean grunted in pain again and then began to scream in pain, making Asmodeus pale and falter in his steps. "Dean?"

"I'm okay." Dean gasped out a couple of agonising minutes later, and not soon after they both heard Tiny begin to scream in pain. Asmodeus winced and quickly made his way the rest of the way to his cell and sat down on his bunk. "Tiny?! Tiny! Guard!"

--

Asmodeus walked alongside Dean when they were both outside in the courtyard, Asmodeus occasionally glancing at Dean anxiously, noticing that he looked paler than normal.

"Puss, I'm alright. Seriously. Stop looking at me like I'm about to keel over."

"You look like you're about to keel over and we burnt the remains of the wrong damned ghost. I want to get out of here. We don't have long left before we get extradited." Asmodeus said, tugging at his ear.

"Yeah, unless he liked going around dressed as a nurse, it definitely wasn't Moody. Poor Tiny, man. Poor, giant Tiny." Dean muttered, shaking his head.

"So it's what? The ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?"

"I don't know, Puss. I guess so."

"You know what, Dean? At this point, 'I don't know, I guess' isn't really working for me. See, I thought we were done. I called this Deacon guy. It's happening. We're getting out tonight."

"I guess we better do some quick research, then."

"How? I mean, maybe you haven't noticed, but we're in jail!" Asmodeus hissed at him and Dean shrugged.

A couple of minutes later and they were talking to Randall at a table, seeing as he spent so much time in the old cell block.

"So, you wanna know about some nurse?" Randall asked them and Asmodeus nodded to him, "Why do you wanna know?"

"Well, we've got our reasons, but we'll make it worth your while." Dean told him, taking out a pack of cigarettes, which Randall grabbed. "So, this nurse – she would've had white hair, one screwed-up eye. Is that ringing a bell?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I remember her."

"You remember her name?" Dean asked him and Randall looked at him and grinned.

"No, that's still kind of fuzzy." Asmodeus smirked and looked at an angry Dean.

"Give it to him."

"I earned these." Dean whined.

"Dean." Asmodeus hissed at him and Dean reluctantly handed Randall another pack of cigarettes.

"Glockner. Nurse Glockner. Nasty old bitch worked here in the seventies."

"You knew her?" Asmodeus asked him curiously.

"I met her once. I had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through the other side of my arm. At least I got out of there alive." Randall told him, making Dean gape at the fact he was telling Asmodeus everything without having to be bought.

"What do you mean?"

"There were these stories, I don't know it they were true. Cons love to talk, but we're all liars."

"What kind of stories?" Dean asked, wondering if he would have to give up his last pack of cigarettes to get the answer. However, Asmodeus earnest and curious expression obviously made Randall answer.

"Well, guys would go up to the infirmary with a cold. Next thing you know, they're in a body bag A whole rash of heart attacks, young guys, old guys."

"Heart attacks?" Asmodeus asked him, slightly shocked.

"Yeah, the story was Glockner had it out for cons, and she did this Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic. Anyway, that was the rumour. Nobody ever proved anything."

"Whatever happened to Glockner?" Dean asked him seeing as he seemed willing to talk now.

"I don't know. I finished my bit and left. Next time I landed back in here, she was gone."

--

Back in the prison cafeteria, Asmodeus was sat next to Dean at a table, head bowed as he and Dean spoke to one another.

"Okay, so let's say those stories on Glockner were true." Asmodeus said, running his hands through his hair and tugging in frustration.

"It's a thought. You know, in life, she's a vigilante. In death, the same thing." Dean suggested and Asmodeus shrugged.

"Right. But then, how is she tied in with old cellblock? And if she's going after cons, why kill that one guard?" Asmodeus asked, frowning.

"Well, I did hear in the yard that, that guard wasn't exactly squeaky-clean, so maybe she's going after anybody that breaks the law. Like me."

"You heard in the yard?"

"Yeah."

"Right. Kinda creepy how well you are fitting in here, but well, it's kinda hot too." Asmodeus admitted with a leer at Dean, who chuckled.

"Considering you were a virgin not even a year ago, you're kinda permanently horny." Dean told him with an amused grin.

"Dean, I was always permanently horny, I just didn't have an outlet before you came along. I've just sort of forgotten how in the hell I dealt with it before. Seriously, we need to get out of here and then spend a week in bed. Sanguini and Sam can go screw."

"I think Sanguini may enjoy that idea." Dean said dryly, making Asmodeus grin in amusement.

"True. Alright, well, listen. Either way, we need more info on Glockner, if she's buried, if so, where? And we've got five hours to get it." Asmodeus told him, ignoring the glare Dean shot him. "Don't look at me like that, I'm horny and I don't want to die horny. We are leaving tonight, no matter what."

"I just don't wanna let Deacon down, that's all. I mean, I do owe him."

"Yeah, but you don't owe him your life, Dean. And I don't owe him anything. I'm doing this so that Sam didn't get dragged into this crap. He might actually want to go back to law school once we've killed Azazel, and I want to leave that option open to him. Wait, where are you going?" Asmodeus asked, when Dean stood up from the table.

"I'm gonna go talk with our lawyer." Dean told him and then walked out of the cafeteria. Asmodeus watched him go and then sighed and slumped back in his chair.

A few minutes after Dean had left a prison guard walked over to him, making Asmodeus look around him warily and then look at the guard.

"Tenebrion?"

"Er... yeah."

"You've got a visitor."

"I do? Who? I mean, Dean's already in here with me, so..."

"Said his names Lupin or something." The guard told him with a shrug. Asmodeus gaped at him and then shook his head, standing up from the table and following the guard out of the cafeteria.

--

"Sanguini?! What the hell are you doin' here? Is Sammy okay?" Asmodeus hissed quietly as he sat opposite his brother.

"Relax Kitten, you know they won't recognise me through this glamour." Sanguini told him in French, smirking when Asmodeus sighed and then glared at him.

"Shit, 'Guini! You know I'm crap at French." Asmodeus whined, before sighing when Sanguini looked at him pointedly. "Fine. Why did you come to look like Remus? You hated him."

"True, but it was the first person you would have recognised." Sanguini told him, giving him a grin that Asmodeus had missed.

"So what do you want here? You know the idea! Trust er... us! This is gonna work, 'Guini!" Asmodeus replied stiltedly with a reassuring smile to his brother.

"Yeah, maybe, but I had to just come and check that you are okay in here. That nothing bad had happened to you." Sanguini admitted with a sheepish shrug.

"Well, I'm fine 'Guini. You need to leave and keep Sammy... erm... shit—"

"Keep Sammy shit?"

"Jerk. Safe! Keep Sammy safe! And out of annoy, wait, no that's not right, erm..."

"Trouble?"

"Yeah! Trouble. I hate French. Keep Sammy safe and out of trouble. We'll be okay, alright?" Asmodeus reassured him in rushed French, glancing over at the prison guard that was watching them curiously.

"Alright, you know where to find us when you get out. We're safe, and I left Sammy there, so he couldn't exactly follow me across however many states there are between us."

"Good. We have found the dead person—"

"Ghost." Sanguini corrected with an amused sigh.

"Right, ghost. We need to burn the crap"

"Bones."

"Yeah, those. But we have no idea where to find them. Dean is asking for help."

"Who?"

"I don't know how to say it! You never taught me normal jobs. Or any jobs in fact. She's our erm... fighter. Arguer! She argues for us!" Asmodeus said, glaring when Sanguini just looked at him with barely contained amusement.

"Solicitor? She will be able to help?"

"This is... I hate French. Couldn't you have chosen German?"

"You do not speak German."

"I know, but that's the only language I could remember the name of. Hell, choose anything but French." Asmodeus grumbled, growling lowly when Sanguini threw his head back and laughed.

"Latin? Next time I visit you in prison, I shall speak Latin then, will that make you feel better?"

"Yes. You haven't let Sammy near my baby have you?"

"You know, Sam is sorry he hot wired your car. You're going to have to forgive him for that eventually you know."

"Whatever. How are you and Sammy? Does he know you love him?"

"I can assure you I don't love him. But no, he doesn't know of my feelings towards him. I believe he is still somewhat in mourning over the wolf-girl."

"Huh. Does it normally take this long to erm... mourning?"

"Mourn."

"Yeah, that. Does it?"

"I do not know, speak with your mate about it. Perhaps he will know. Now, I will have to leave, my time is almost up and the guard is getting twitchy about the fact he has no idea what we are saying. Are you getting out tonight?"

"Yeah. We get out, I bring us both to your house. Why Boston though? I hate Boston."

"It was the first house I could think of at such short notice. Stop whining. Go back to your beloved mate and try not to get caught tonight."

"We'll be fine. Stop worrying." Asmodeus told him with a sigh, he then sent what he hoped was a reassuring smile at Sanguini and stood up, walking over to the guard, who checked him and then led him back to the cafeteria. Hopefully Dean had gotten some good news. He didn't know because he was concentrating too much on trying to speak French than listening to Dean's conversation as well. Multi-tasking was hard. He had no idea how women supposedly did it all the time.

--

Dean was sat opposite Mara in a private cell, talking on a phone to her through the plate glass window that separated them.

"You want me to do what?" Mara asked him incredulously, and Dean sighed and leant forwards slightly.

"Her name was Glockner. She worked here as a nurse in the seventies. Now, I need you to find out everything you can about her, but most importantly, how she died and where she's buried."

"Are you nuts? Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you're in here?" Mara exclaimed, making Dean pin her with narrowed eyes.

"I have a vague notion." He told her, before frowning when he heard Asmodeus talking in French, wishing he had paid more attention so that he knew why.

"Good. So, let's forget about some random nurse and talk about your case."

"Mara – it's Mara, right?"

"Yeah."

"I get that you're trying to help me, okay? I do. But believe me when I sat that this is the best way that you can help."

"Really, how? Explain that to me."

"I wish I could, but I can't. I'm just gonna have to ask you to trust me on this." Dean told her earnestly.

"Why should I? Henricksen says you're a monster." Mara told him, making him flinch almost imperceptibly. If his father had still been alive when he and Asmodeus had mated, he probably would have been in agreement with Henricksen.

"I'm a monster? Well, he's wrong, okay? I'm not what they say I am."

"Everybody says that."

"Yeah. Look, if you're as smart a PD as I think you are, then you can tell with just one look whether or not your clients are guilty, okay? Just like that. So, I want you to look at me – really look – and you tell me: am I guilty? We're not the bad guys."

--

Asmodeus walked out to the courtyard when Dean informed him that was where he was heading and waited for him, walking over to him when he spotted him.

"She go for it?" Asmodeus asked him, having not actually listened to any of the conversation Dean had had with Mara.

"No, not so much. But maybe she'll still come around."

"Well, we can't wait around to find out." Asmodeus told him bluntly.

"We could give it another day."

"No, no, no. We're leaving tonight, and that's it. I've already told Sanguini this. They are expecting us in Boston tonight."

"So it was Sanguini that you were speaking French to?"

"Badly. Yeah."

"So, we're not gonna finish the job? We're just gonna let these people die?"

"Don't give me that, alright? This was your stupid plan, and I went along with it, but we will be sticking to the plan, Dean. All these others can go die for all I care. I am not getting killed for them."

"We won't get killed."

"You maybe, but me, I admitted to murder. In America you get killed for that. If I'm lucky, because I'm a British citizen, then I'll get sent back to England, which means that the wizards will soon hear about it and they'll kill me. Either way, I'm screwed if we don't get out of here tonight."

"Okay. You leave, I'm gonna stay." Dean told him and then turned to walk away, making Asmodeus bristle and glare at his back.

"Hey, don't turn away from me, Dean!"

"Screw you!" Dean spat at him, making Asmodeus gape at him for a second before he growled in anger.

"What? Screw you!" Asmodeus hissed before swinging a punch at him and then grunting in pain when Dean punched him back in the stomach. They both traded punches, neither one having an upper-hand as neither one truly wanted to hurt the other, when the prison guards pulled them apart.

"Alright, hard case. I see the usual methods ain't gonna work with you." The head security guard told Dean and then turned to looked at Asmodeus. "You too, sweetheart."

Asmodeus and Dean were dragged from the courtyard by the prison guards and taken to a large room in the prison, Asmodeus looked around him and then glanced at Dean, who shrugged.

"Take off. I wanna handle this alone." The head guard told the other prison guard, the guard looked at him and then grinned and left the room. Asmodeus gulped as the prison guard walked over to them, looking highly pissed. He suddenly broke into a smile and patted Dean on the shoulder, Asmodeus just gaping at the two in shock.

"Deaon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man."

"Deacon? Deacon?! You are Deacon? And none of your thought to inform me of this? Dean, you're a jerk! And so sleeping on the floor!!" Asmodeus hissed, tail puffed up behind him. Deacon watched in amusement as Dean flinched and hung his head.

"I couldn't tell you—"

"No! Don't speak. Think you can take these cuffs off?" Asmodeus asked, turning to Deacon, who chuckled and then walked over and uncuffed them both.

"You know, I thought you were kidding when you said your husband would be coming and not Sam. Never figured you'd settle down from all the stories John told me about you." Deacon told Dean, smiling at Asmodeus when he growled.

"Well, I'm Asmodeus Tenebrion-Winchester. I came so that Sammy wouldn't have any black marks against his name. I'm already wanted for murder and armed robbery, what's another notch to my belt?" Asmodeus said with a shrug.

"Well, thanks both of you. So, is it over?"

"No. Turns out it wasn't Moody." Asmodeus told him with a sigh and Deacon looked at him in shock.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Then who?"

"We think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need." Asmodeus admitted, glancing over at Dean, who was rubbing his chin.

"Which is why we should stick around until we find it." Dean stated and Asmodeus glared at him furiously.

"Oh, hey guys—" Deacon started as he took out an envelope, before he was interrupted by Asmodeus.

"You want to have this fight for real, Dean? We've got to go. We've got to go now." Asmodeus hissed at him, taking a step nearer to Dean, who just held up his hands in peace.

"I'm just saying—"

"Guys—"

"We're leaving, Dean. Otherwise, we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee with Henricksen as company."

"Oh, come on." Dean tried to reason, though Asmodeus just continued to look unimpressed.

"Guys!"

"What?" Asmodeus and Dean asked, turning to look at Deacon.

"Your lawyer left this for you." Deacon told them hlding out the envelope, which Dean took and opened. He glanced at it and then chuckled.

"Would you look at that? Man, I am friggin' velvety smooth."

"Oh yes, a real God." Asmodeus said dryly, getting a chuckle from Deacon. "You wanna read it? After, you know, you're done patting yourself on the back?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Dean said, waving him away and then actually reading the letter. "Wow."

"What? You wanna share with the group, Dean?" Asmodeus asked him waspishly, Dean gulped slightly when he saw Asmodeus' tail whipping furiously behind him.

"Glockner died in the old cellblock right after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising, she got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell and gave her 'severe cerebral oedema.'."

"Someone bashed her head in?" Asmodeus translated delicately, getting a grin from Dean, whilst Deacon watched the two silently.

"Yeah, that about sums it up."

"Does it say where she's buried?"

"Yep."

"Alright, then. Let's get you the hell out of here." Deacon said, ushering them over to a wall.

"Don't worry, Deacon. We'll get rid of this thing." Dean reassured the man and Deacon smiled.

"Good, 'cause I want it out of my prison. Boys... I can't thank you enough for this. I know I was asking a lot, but you still came through. Dean, your daddy raised you right. Asmodeus, thank you for doing this, even though you really didn't have any reason to."

"Yeah, yeah. I did it for Sam and Dean. That's it. Dean figured he owed you, so I picked up the debt for Sam. Sound reasonable?" Asmodeus snapped, feeling uncomfortable with all the praise floating around. Asmodeus stiffened in shock when Deacon pulled him into a hug and then let him go and grabbed Dean to hug.

"Hope to see you again, and Sam too. Just not in here, okay?"

"Yeah, we'll do our best." Asmodeus agreed, smiling slightly. They both then walked over to the large tunnel in the wall that Deacon had opened for them. Asmodeus climbed in and then stopped when Dean didn't follow him. He awkwardly turned around to see Dean looking at Deacon.

"Oh. Where do you want it?"

"What?" Deacon asked, Dean smirked at him and Deacon sighed, getting the point and then pointed to his jaw.

"Make it look real, son." Deacon told him and Dean chuckled then punched Deacon hard on the face. Dean then climbed in the tunnel behind Asmodeus and they made their escape.

--

Outside, Asmodeus grabbed Dean and dragged him away from the prison, holding out his other hand for the letter, which Dean passed him.

"You know, I almost wish I could see Henricksen's face." Dean told him with a chuckle, and Asmodeus gaped at him.

"Really? 'Cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again. I mean, were not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?"

"Yeah." Dean agreed and then suddenly the alarm sounded from inside the prison. "Good point."

"Right, hold on, you're about to go through the straw again. I hope I get the right place." Asmodeus muttered, ignoring Dean's startled look and then apparated them away.

--

In an interrogation room, Deacon was sitting at a table being questioned about the disappearance of Dean and Asmodeus by Henricksen and Reidy.

"I told you, one of them came up behind me." Deacon told him in a frustrated voice.

"You let them get the drop on you?" Henricksen asked him, scowling.

"Yeah. I screwed up, alright? What do you want me to say?"

"I wanna know where they're headed."

"How the hell would I know?" Deacon asked him incredulously.

"Let's start over again."

"For God's sake—"

"Again! I wanna know everything they did today, from the minute they woke up." Henricksen demanded, and Deacon looked at him and clenched his jaw.

"Got up. Breakfast. Visiting hours. Rec time."

"Any visitors?"

"Yeah, two. Dean saw their lawyer and Asmodeus saw some guy called Lupin." Deacon told them and Henricksen nodded for Reidy to check the name out.

--

Later, Henricksen had Mara sitting in the same place Deacon had been sitting in, glaring at her as she glared right back.

"It's an easy question. What did you and Dean talk about? Besides you, the only guy who visited them has been dead for the last ten years. So, what did you talk to them about?"

"I have already told you. It was a private conversation between me and my client. Perhaps you should be searching for the dead guy."

"Oh, we are. However, three hours after you spoke to Dean, he just happened to bust out. Now, tell me what he said."

--

Asmodeus grumbled as he and Dean appeared in the graveyard and then waved his hand over them, changing their overalls into normal clothing. Dean shuddered at the feeling of being reclothed and then shot a comforting smile at Asmodeus.

"Come on."

"Yeah, yeah. We're gotta move it. If Henricksen gets to the solicitor..."

"I thought she couldn't say anything. You know, the whole lawyer-client privilege thing."

"From what I can remember from Sam's books, the privilege doesn't apply anymore."

"So, she'll talk?"

"She has to."

"Oh, that's friggin' super."

--

"Let me make this simple: you don't come clean, I will put you on the hook for aiding and abetting." Henricksen threatened Mara, who sighed and looked at him angrily.

"Oh, this is ridiculous."

"You don't think that I can? You think this is some kind of game, lady? I am the last person on planet Earth you wanna screw with! Now, tell me what he said." Henricksen yelled, slamming his hands down on the table as he glared at her. Mara just stared at him steadily for a while before she sighed again and looked down at her hands.

"He wanted me to do some research. On a prison nurse that died in 1976."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know."

"What else?"

"They wanted to know where she was buried." Mara told him and Henricksen looked at her sharply.

"Did you find out where?"

"Yeah."

"Did you tell them?" Henricksen demanded and Mara looked down, ashamed.

"Yeah."

"Tell me."

"Mountainside cemetery."

--

The police arrived at Mountainside Cemetery and quickly began to make their way silently through the gravestones, all holding guns and torches.

--

Asmodeus and Dean dug up nurse Glockner's grave, Asmodeus grouching about doing menial work whilst Dean chuckled at everything he said. Asmodeus hit something solid and looked up at Dean and grinned.

"Got her."

--

Deacon stood in a bathroom in the prison and splashed cold water on his face. Suddenly, the clock in the room stopped ticking and the bathroom became very cold, making Deacon pause and stand up straight. He turned around slowly and came face to face with Nurse Glockner. She jerked her head and Deacon was knocked to the floor.

--

Asmodeus and Dean hurriedly sprinkled salt, that Asmodeus had stolen from the prison kitchens, all over the remains of Nurse Glockner after they had managed to pry open the coffin lid.

--

The police made their way further into the cemetery, searching everywhere for the two escaped convicts.

--

In the bathroom, Glockner knelt down next to Deacon and pressed her hand to his chest, making him gasp out in pain.

"You let those two go!"

--

Asmodeus and Dean both lit a match and then dropped them onto the remains of Nurse Glockner, watching as the remains went up in flames.

--

Nurse Glockner pressed her hand harder onto Deacons, chest, making his gasp and then scream in pain, when suddenly she pulled back and stepped away from him. Deacon pushed himself up and watched as she screamed and burst into flames before vanishing.

--

At Mountainside Cemetery the police continued to search until they reached a clearing, finding that the two Winchester's were nowhere to be found. Henricksen looked over at Reidy, frustration clear on his face.

"You sure this is the right damn cemetery?"

"She said Mountainside. Mountainside Cemetery."

--

Asmodeus and Dean walked away from the now smouldering remains of Nurse Glockner and headed back to the entrance of the cemetery, passing the sign for Green Valley Cemetery. Asmdeus suddenly chuckled and Dean turned to look at him curiously.

"What?"

"Seems I'm gonna be sending Mara one hell of a bonus. She sent Henricksen to the wrong cemetery when she was asked." Asmodeus explained and Dean chuckled along with him.

"I knew I liked her for a reason."

"Yeah, though you do realise that we are screwed. I mean, I thought we were screwed before, but..." Asmodeus trailed off, grabbing Dean's hand and moving to his side.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But we've got to go deep this time."

"Deep, Socks? We should go to Yemen or somewhere."

"Whoa, I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep." Dean told him, grinning and wrapping an arm around Asmodeus' shoulders.

"Well, right now, we're heading to Boston. Deep breath, Socks." Asmodeus told him and then apparated them away from the cemetery.

A/N – Ooh! Isn't this getting interesting? Bwahahaha! However, Sam and Sanguini both are no longer wanted by the police. Well not really. They might want to call them in for questioning, but Dean and Asmodeus are the only one wanted for murder. Bless As for taking the blame with Madison. He's an idiot, but it's kinda sweet.

Um... Asmodeus' French is far better than mine, but it's still quite bad, hence why, when he was speaking it, it may have seemed stilted and well... somewhat butchered. Just thought I'd mention that before someone reviews to say that there was a small part in this where the grammar failed so very badly. Lol.

There really wasn't much of Sam and Sanguini in this, was there? And well... the next chapter own't have much of them in either. In fact, the next chapter is something that I have planned and wanted to write since I first started this. It was one of the first chapters that I wrote a brief plan for. Actually, it was one of the only chapters I wrote a plan for... I really wanted to write it! Lol!!

Anyways, tell me what you think and um... yeah. Reviews are love, people!! Cheers!!