(A/N Hey guys! Guess what. My hermit friend and I felt bad about abandoning y'all. So here's another chapter! We also decided to give you a little poem to get you through the day.

Sophia is ours, Supernatural is not. And we both think Dean is oh, so hot."

Have a great day! Stay safe and healthy!)

Cussing, Sophia grabbed her phone, ready to warn Dean. She was scrolling when she heard a tap at her window.

She glanced over to see the barrel of a gun against the window. "Sh*t"

The police officer raised an eyebrow. "Miss, get out of the car. Nice and easy. Hands where I can see them. Drop the phone."

With a sigh, Sophia did as she was asked, allowing herself to be cuffed and frisked. She knew there was no point in arguing. One by one, the cop pulled free her weapons. There were the two Glocks that, now, held no bullets, four small throwing knives, brass knuckles, a hunting blade that was also holstered at her side, and a smoke bomb - the legal kind you get on the fourth of July. They worked just as well. She grinned at his bewildered expression. "I got the permits for my conceal and carry in my wallet there. As well as the FFL. If you're interested, I can sell ya one of them there glocks?" The cop just sneered.

At that, Sophia rolled her eyes. "You gonna mirandize me? 'Cause, you know, if ya don't, anything I say is inadmissible."

He growled, "You aren't going to court, girly."

She huffed indignantly, rolling her eyes. "So you're a crooked cop. Matt was the only good one, I swear! Well, Tom too, I suppose. And Mrs. Mills is awful kind. And you could say Heath, but sometimes he was just flat out boring."

The cop was wound tighter with each word. "Will you shut up?"

Sophia shrugged. "Yeah. Sure. You gonna put me in the back of your cruiser? Tell me it's been cleaned recently. Those things usually stink."

He obliged all too willingly, and as soon as he was out of sight, entering the college, Sophia tucked her arms around herself so they were in front, used a shim - derived from a hair clip she kept tucked close to her scalp at all times - to loose the cuff, and began to loosen them. It took practice, but at this point, Sophia was a pro at breaking out of d*mn near anything.

Once a hand was free, Sophia tucked in under her shirt, pulling free the wire from her bra with a knowing smirk on her face. This wasn't her first rodeo, and this most definitely wasn't the meanest bull in the arena. Some cop cars had special guards that refuse to let anything pass in the thin crease at the doors opening. This one was simply child locked.

She shoved the door open quickly and ducked towards her car. Step one was to hide her truck from sight. Make the cop think Dean was alone in his endeavors. Sophia started the engine with a roar and drove it to an outcropping of trees where the cherry red couldn't catch the light. She hopped from the cab and to the bed, unlocking the cases quickly and loading a beanbag gun.

It wouldn't kill, but it would hurt like h*ll.

It was then that three more cruisers pulled into the parking lot, parking out of view of the main lot. Sophia cussed vehemently.

She snagged a box of bullets before locking down her gun case and restretching the cover.

It was then that she saw the Impala roar aggressively into the parking lot. Of course he had perfectly annoying timing.

Sophia yelled across the parking lot, attempting to grab his attention, but her voice fought against the wind. Groaning, Sophia maneuvered the beanbag gun to rest against the hollow of her neck and reached back to snag her phone from her pocket, his number in her recent's.

The phone rang until his voice declared a missed call. Sophia growled when the beep notified the voicemail was recording. "Son of a b*tch, Dean! Answer your dadgum phone!" She ended the call and grumbled, wary as she walked towards the school. She tried the phone again, again hearing the smug little answering note he left. She snarled and put her phone in her back pocket as she approached the Impala. She nearly walked passed the car without a thought, until a light caught her eye.

Dean's phone sat innocently in the cup holder, vibrating angrily. Sophia tugged the handle gently and, finding it locked, shrugged, pulling the second wire from her bra. Muttering under her breath, she grumbled, "See boys? They're not just eye candy." She set her bean bag gun down against the car tire and bent the end of the wire into a hook shape before carefully pressing it down between the plastic and window near the lock.

The phone was still letting a soft ring when she reached for it, answering before looking at the name. A "Hello?" range over the line.

She glanced down at the name and pressed it to her ear. "Yes?"

"Who is this? Where's my brother?"

Sophia nodded to herself. Sure sounded like a concerned brother, Sam. "This is Sophia. Your brother is headed to a bit of trouble he ain't gonna be able to handle alone and left his phone in the Impala, the idjit."

Sam's voice was strained as it filtered over the phone, "Is he alright? Let me talk to him."

Sophia pressed "speakerphone" and snagged up her bean bag gun again, loading it solemnly. Her hick roots started to flit into her voice as she became angry. "No can do, Sam. That flea ridden fool is getting taunted by the pigs."

There was a long pause. "What's that even mean? How do you know my name?"

Sophia rolled her eyes, lifting the gun to her shoulder, waiting. "It means, the law is on his *ss and he don't know it yet. The son of a gun left his phone in his car. Saw you were callin' and figured he could use all the help he could get. There's only four cruisers, but this whole town is crooked as a dog's hind leg."

"Are you in Burkittsville?"

Sophia, however, didn't get to answer before the door to the college slung open and Dean was being drug out limply down the stairs. "Sh*t." There were four men, two dragging the man along and two with their hands on their firearms. "Better get here soon, Sam. Sh*t's getting thick quick."

Then she pushed the Impala door closed loudly, catching the men's attention. The officer that had arrested her snarled and pointed towards her.

"Y'all know it's impolite to point! Didn't yer mothers teach ya any better?" She flipped the heavy lever on the bean bag launcher and let off a round. It hit true, shoving the officer off his feet, his pointer finger falling back.

Sophia grumbled under her breath, cocking the gun again and shooting the other standing officer in the chest, ignoring their groans.

She let a little laugh at the sight of Dean slumped on the ground as the two other men released him to go for their weapons.

The expressions on the police officers' faces reminded her of her middle school years. When she was younger, she had been teased by two boys in her class. They'd tug her blonde pigtails and snag things from her lunch. Then Bobby suggested she invited them to a trap practice. Reloading the gun, Sophia grinned, comparing the expression of the two boys of her past to the two men in front of her. Heath and Jackson had never teased her again and, later, had become a couple of her closest friends. They told everyone they met that they stuck by her side to "keep others from getting shot by Deadeye Blondie".

She let loose another two rounds and stepped forward to stand between the unconscious man and the four officers. The officers were groaning on the ground, gaining some coherence. Dean was out cold.

"Stay right where you're at or I'll knock your teeth so far down your throat, you'll spit 'em out single file," she growled at the officers, Sophia nudged Dean with her foot. "Come on Hasselhoff! Get yer tail end up!"

When she got not so much as a grumble, her heart sank. She wouldn't pull a real gun on these men. They were human. Murder was a sin. She hissed under her breath as she moved forward, lifting the bean bag gun to her shoulder. "Don't you move. They're relatively harmless at a distance, but I've always been curious of how well they'd work close up." She pushed her foot against the first officer's hand and pulled the gun, taser, and pepper spray free, tucking them into the inner pocket of her jacket after ensuring they were on safety.

She repeated the steps with two others, hyper aware of the placement of their hands. The last officer was the one who had arrested her and he was nearly recovered, to her charinge.

"You get off on assaulting officers?" The man spat, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Sophia smirked. "Nah, just taking out jackwagons like yourself. Now put your hands on your head."

She heard a groan then, and her eyes flashed to Dean as he shifted.

It was a mistake.

The tick-tick-tick noise of a taser barely registered in her mind as her body seized.

As soon as the current released she groaned, setting up slowly, groaning from the tiny spasms that crawled down her arms. The officer growled out "Hands on your head or you'll get it again! This is your only warning!"

Blinking furiously, Sophia shook her head, raising her hands slowly, glancing to where the tiny tines of metal pressed to her shoulder. The officer took one step, and she swept her arm, dislodging the current conductors quickly, and stumbling to her feet.

She didn't get far before the three other officers responded, her feet swept out from under her and her face forced into the gravel.

Their knees pressed down into her back, pressing oxygen from her lungs. She huffed heavily, but relented as cuffs were flung over her hands. "If y'all are gonna cuff a girl, you ought to at least treat her out to dinner first!"

A swift smack to the back of her head and Sophia was back to groaning, the effects of the taser leaving her drained as she was dragged back to the cruiser for the second time in a day.

She would have fought like h*ll if not for Dean's condition. Instead, she watched carefully as he was hauled towards another car and tossed carelessly in the back.

The officer slammed his door as he jumped back into his car. Sophia let a sh*t-eating grin. "Well this is fine and dandy. But where's my champagne and the bucket of ice?"

The officer didn't respond except to shoot. her a glare, mumbling, "b*tch" under his breath.

She rolled her eyes, leaning forward. "Better watch out, officer. I ain't got no sympathy for a crooked cop. The pigs started it. Now this dog has ta finish it."

"Shut the h*ll up, girl. Just sit back and ride."

Leaning back, Sophia sighed. "I find conversation makes car rides pass by faster."

She didn't get an answer.

"Guess that means we're in for quite the car ride."

She continued, as the tires pressed against the pavement, to annoy the man, talking about anything and insulting everything. By the time they stopped, his face was flushed with anger.

Leaning her head back against the headrest, she listened as he slammed the door, his feet grinding against the chat of some driveway leading to a cellar. Her eyes were trained on the taillights of the cruiser Dean was in. She watched carefully as they drug him from the back and down past the wooden doors.

The officer wrenched open her door, a cigarette hanging from his yellowed teeth, and growled, "Get your *ss out here."

Sophia raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down, taking in his shining black shoes, kaki, clean pressed pants, and his ruffled, long sleeve police shirt. This man looked like he hadn't done a lick of work in his entire time as a police man and he had the gall to talk to a lady like that? "That ain't no way to treat a lady. You kiss yer momma with that mouth?"

He snagged her by the crest of the shoulder, his finger grinding against the nerves lined there. Sophia gritted her teeth to keep from ducking away. "I said shut your mouth!"

Sophia blinked innocently up at him, pursing her lips. "Naw, see, yer exact words were 'shut the h*ll up, girl' if I remember right… now that I think about it, you seem like a real *ss wipe. You know what that means you're good for?"

He didn't seem to like that too much.

Figures.

Sophia grunted as she was wrenched from the car and tossed against the side, the cop's head leaning forward to press close to her ear, the heat of his cigarette singeing her cheek. With each word ash would fall against her collar bone, leaving small, raised red marks. "If you don't close that pretty little mouth of yours, I'll close it for you, ya hear?"

Sophia flung her head back, snarling at the sound of a nose crushing against the back of her head, relieved to feel the heat of the larger man fall back. She turned and growled out, "Sorry. Looks like I need my hearing checked. Mind repeating that?"

Then she hit the ground, assaulted again by the wretched noise of a taser, this time a hand held.

When he released the button, she wheezed, setting up, an ache building in her wrists. "Wanna see how much of a tough guy you are without the taser? I'd love to show ya, and hey, I'll use a handicap and stay handcuffed and still beat your *ss" She grumbled when the man simply gave her an ugly look.

Then two men caught her by the arms and yanked her up. "Spoil sport. That was gonna be fun."

The officer waited a long moment, until both men had her secured, before lunging forward and knocking her across the face. "I warned you to shut your mouth."

Despite herself, Sophia smiled at him through bloodied lips. "Son of a gun. You got one h*ll of an arm there."

The man grunted, walking back towards the cellar without a word. Sophia called again, "'Course, a real man wouldn't need back up!" She spat some coppery blood from her mouth, elation filling her to the brim.

One of the two officers at her side said, "Lady, hush up. We take care of our own around here."

Sophia rolled her eyes, grumbling as blood slipped from her busted lip. "So you do that by hiding the evidence of murder?"

Then a small, angry, young voice broke through the wildfire that rolled through Sophia's mind. "What is going on here?!"

The officers all shared a look, eyes wide, but Sophia gave answer before anyone else could make an excuse. "Oh, you know. Business as usual. The sheriff and his law abiding pigs are just about to cover up two more murders and hide the cars, pretending they don't hear the screams.."

The sheriff, who had just walked from the cellar, let a sharp retort, "Emily! Go home! And you! Shut up. Boys, toss her in the cellar."

A woman walking toward their fun fest. Emily yelped, eyes wide, "Aunt Stacy! What's going on?"

As Sophia was being drug away from the young woman and her aunt, she heard the aunt say, "it's for the greater good" before she was tossed down the cellar, landing on an unconscious Dean, who suddenly wasn't as unconscious anymore.

The man groaned beneath her and she sighed heavily, rolling to the side and just laying there.

"Sophia? What the h*ll?" His eyes were heavy lidded as he glanced her way, his voice husky with pain.

Sophia let her voice drop and become solemn. "I just got a call, Deano." She blinked at him with wide, worried eyes. "A woman's at the hospital saying you're the father."

He looked much more coherent much too quickly. "Huh? What did you just say?"

Sophia pulled an innocent look of confusion before glancing his way. "I said, if you hadn't have been such a dumb*ss, I'd actually be happy to see yer ugly mug."

"Oh…" His face still held a strange look.

He helped her up, his large, calloused hands working carefully against her wrists as he jimmied the lock on the cuffs. "You sure you didn't say something else?"

"No Hasselhoff!" she turned sharply towards him. "You sure you weren't hallucinating? They hit you over the head pretty good. How many fingers am I holding up?" She smirked up at him, flipping him off with both hands.

The smirk fell, however, at the intense expression of anger and shock on his face. His eyebrows drew together as he reached up to turn her head, taking in the shiner she had blazing an angry red over her cheek. "What happened?"

Sophia shrugged away from him, and shot a sharp look towards the cellar door. "Perks of dealing with *ssholes."

Then, the door creaked open again, and Emily was flung down into the cellar right along with them. The young girl had wide eyes and she grabbed ahold of Dean's arm to catch her balance. Dean instantly moved toward the doors, attempting to open them as Emily whimpered, "I don't understand. They're gonna kill us?"

Dean paused, tossing a glance back over his shoulder, "Sacrifice us. Which is, I don't know, classier, I guess…"

Scoffing, Sophia stepped forward to assess the door, "Unless you got a screwdriver someplace, maybe a strong knife, these hinges aren't gonna give. Cemented in, and the wood's still new."

Glancing around, Sophia listened listlestly as Dean and Emily spoke. "You really don't know anything about this, do you."

Emily huffed, "About what? The scarecrow god?" She was desperate, "I can't believe this."

Sophia ignored them as they discussed semantics and instead started to inspect the wooden shelves, wiggling the boards to see if any would come loose. One gave a quiet groan as it gave way. Wrapping her fingers in a piece of torn cloth from her jeans, she began loosening the nails carefully, one by one, before walking back to Dean as he said, "Now, we can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree."

Sophia nudged him carefully, handing him a palmful of nails, "The tree?

"Yeah, it's the source of the scarecrow's power or something. Got hit in the head just after I got to that part." He tossed the nails carefully in his hands before quirking an eyebrow.

Grinning, Sophia replied, "In case ya get in a tight spot." She pocketed one for herself.

She debated on the usefulness of the heavy chains that hung above them, again disengaging from the conversation. They were pretty much useless for someone her height, but they could be used, in the low lighting, as a tripwire of sorts… then again, what would a trip wire do? They didn't have time to build a bomb, nor a place to hide.

That wire cage though…

Sophia thanked her lucky stars for the callouses she had built up over the years as she settled by a small bird cage. Dean was shooting her odd looks as she began dismantling it. The welding was subpar at best and a good long strand, about the length of her arm, came loose.

"Yes!" Her cry startled the other two in the cellar as she began winding each end of the wire around its own small piece of wood as tightly as she could. There was a forearm length from end to end. She grinned widely, showing off her new weapon to Dean who quirked an eyebrow. "Lookie Deano! Garrote wire!"

Emily blinked down at her as she sat like a child on the floor holding up the newly made weapon. "What the heck is a garrote wire…" Her voice faded as Sophia pretended to choke herself with it. "Oh."

"Sophia, are we five?" Dean quirked an eyebrow down at her, crossing his arms.

"I thought we established this." She wriggled her eyebrows at the both of them, taking in Emily's aghast expression.

Emily, with her eyes wide, asked, "Is this a normal thing for you? To… kill people?"

Chuckling, Sophia stood up, stuffing her new weapon into the waistband of her jeans. "Nah, not people. Just evil things. Besides, this metal's too thick to take anyone's head off."

"You sound like you know from experience." Emily's eyes were wide.

Sophia just shrugged, glancing to Dean. "Want one?"

Dean's eyes were still trained on the crest of her hips where the wire weapon had disappeared. His head was tilted slightly to the side as if in thought.

Rolling her eyes, Sophia called, "Earth to Hasselhoff! Do you read me?"

He blinked a couple of times before coming back to reality. "Huh? What?"

"I said…"

That was when the cellar door began to rattle as they removed the chains and lock. Sophia instantly began to move forward, guarding Emily carefully, hands poised at her side as she glanced towards Dean. She caught his eye before reaching for her slightly heeled cowboy boots and yanked a piece free from the wooden heel, snagging free a small pocket knife and passing it to him quickly. "I doubt they'll check ya twice, but you better not lose my buck knife, boy."

The indignant huff he gave, grumbling 'boy' under his breath, brought a small quirk to her unpainted lips.