Olivia managed to push Claudia through the main doors just after sunrise. If the girl had heard the phrase 'you have the right to remain silent', she certainly didn't exercise that right. She had been arguing and yelling the whole way here.

When she came through the doors, demanding to know where Barba was, all of the Amazons stopped what they were doing and stood up, peering through the bars at the commotion.

As soon as they saw the young Amazon struggling and trying to pull away from Olivia's steel grip, the other Amazons all started yelling like sports fans, cheering her on despite the situation.

"Hey!" Rollins ran up to the bars, followed by Carisi, "Stop that! Stop that right now!" She banged on the other side of the bars to try and stop the rowdy Amazons, but it didn't work. Carisi ended up poking a taser through the bars, hitting Delilah in the arm and causing her to crouch on the floor, rubbing it and glaring up at him.

"And the same goes for the rest of you if you don't shut up!" Carisi snapped at them, trying to get the situation under control.

As they walked away, he whispered to Rollins, "I feel bad about tasing a woman, though."

"They're monsters," Rollins folded her arms, "It's different."

Olivia was once again startled by the angel appearing beside her in her office.

"Hello, Sergeant Benson," Cas looked down at where she was sitting.

Olivia pulled some hair from her face and attempted a smile back at him, but it was difficult with all of the stress weighing down on her. "Same to you," she managed to reply.

Cas turned his gaze towards the handcuffed Amazon in the seat in front of the desk. "Is this the Amazon that the brothers mentioned?"

"Yeah, yeah," Olivia stood up, "You've – talked to the brothers? They're in solitary confinement."

"I am an angel," Cas reminded her, "I can pass through all human boundaries."

Of course, Olivia told herself, Stupid question.

Then she asked, "Why are you here?"

"Sergeant Benson, I need to take you to see the boys to work out how to set them free." Before Olivia could say a word the angel had touched her shoulder and they flew off.

Rollins opened the door at that moment. She blinked, before glancing down at Claudia's scowling face.

"Is – Olivia –"

"Angel," Claudia shrugged, "Where's Daddy?"

"Well, you're not seeing him," Rollins shut the door behind her, locking it.

Maybe it was best to stand guard, the officer thought. Who knew what an enraged Amazon could do?

When Olivia finally regained her bearings, she found herself inside of a steel-walled cell. Both brothers were already in here, Sam sitting with his arms crossed on the bench and Dean slouched on the floor.

"I thought that –" she began, but Dean nodded towards Castiel.

"I see," she then addressed Dean, "Do you have a plan?"

Sam sat back against the wall, staring upwards at the ceiling. They were stumped.

"I can't even begin to think of how we could get out of this mess," Dean mumbled to himself.

"Surely you must have someone," Olivia pointed out, "You must know someone who can – magic you out or something."

Dean grunted. "I hate to burst your bubble, Benson, but the supernatural's not quite like that. No, we might need to break out. Again."

Olivia mulled over what Dean had just said. She decided that it was entirely pointless to help them using legal methods, so she simply folded her arms and asked the brothers, "OK. If you think you can."

"Well, we'll need help from the outside," Dean thought aloud.

"Garth?" Sam asked, tilting his head towards his brother.

"Garth would lose his head if it wasn't nailed on."

"Crowley?" Sam suggested.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You want to ask Crowley for a favour after what he did last time? He was supposed to scare the Buzzfeed guys by showing them that the supernatural was real. Not frighten the living daylights out of them!"

Sam shrugged. "It was just a thought."

"Well, remember what he said?" Dean put on a very bad imitation of a Scottish accent. "I'm a demon! It's what we're supposed to do!"

"How about Jody?" Sam tried.

Dean ran a hand through his hair. "She's in North Dakota last time I checked. We're being moved tomorrow; she won't have time."

"How about Agent Hotchner?"

Dean paused. "I'll give it a go. Cas, could –"

But before he could finish his sentence, the angel had already flown away.

Olivia asked Dean, "What do I do with the Amazon? How long until they stop wanting to kill?"

Dean breathed out through clenched teeth. "I have no idea. Maybe they don't want to stop. Maybe if they can't find the fathers then the other Amazons see them as unworthy."

"Whatever the answer is," Olivia leaned against the wall, "we need to get you out of here. I – I don't want to see good guys being punished for what they didn't do. But if I can't prove it in a court of law…" She gave a sigh.

"How many?" Olivia asked Dean.

"How many what?" he asked, confused.

"How many people have you saved?" Olivia wanted to know.

"No idea," Sam answered for his brother, "But it's a lot."

"Hundreds?"

Sam pushed himself up on the bench. "Since I came back into the hunting life, I think we've saved over a thousand, minimum. And those are just the ones we met in person."

A thousand people saved in just a decade. Olivia didn't know how many she had managed to rescue in her career, but it may be on par with that number if you included victims of broken trafficking rings.

She rubbed her arm nervously. She couldn't simply stand here and watch the brothers be locked away – executed even – for crimes they hadn't committed.

"Why don't you tell me?" she gave a deep breath, "So at least someone else knows about what happened in the – the crimes they've accused you of."

Dean was more open to explain than Sam was, she found.

"OK," he faced her, "Say a name and I'll say what they really were or who really killed them."

Olivia spoke the first name that came to mind. "Jesse Turner."

"Child of a demon and a demonically possessed woman," Dean scratched the back of his head, "Decided to disappear to keep his family safe. God knows where he is now. Hope it's somewhere warm."

"Madison Lamb," Olivia thought of the woman Stabler had mentioned.

Sam stiffened on the bench. Dean answered for him.

"Werewolf. Sammy loved her," he looked back over his shoulder at his brother before he carried on, "Sex was consensual."

I could already guess that, Olivia thought to herself. "Milwaukee City Bank."

"That was a mistake," Dean mumbled, before replying, "Shapeshifter. Resnick thought it was some kind of android and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"You could say that for most of the things we landed in," Olivia heard Sam mutter, but she chose not to say anything.

"Cindy McClellan." The nurse with their dead associate.

"Possessed by a demon."

"Ava Wilson. And the others in Cold Oak." Olivia sat down next to Dean, in some small attempt at comforting him as she listened.

"Ava, Andy and Lily were all psychics. All died at the same time, too. Never met Lily, but Sam says that she could stop people's hearts by touching them." Olivia's eyebrows flew up. "Ava had visions of the future, Andy was telepathic."

"Who did they die?"

"Ava killed Andy," Sam was staring up at the ceiling again, "She'd been held in Cold Oak for five months and went psycho."

Olivia could understand that all too well. "And Ava –"

"Killed by someone else," Sam replied, "he died after opening the Devil's Gate. You won't find him; he was taken from Afghanistan."

Olivia's eyes flicked back to Dean. This was going to be a hard question, but somehow she felt as if she needed to be prepared anyway. "And Henriksen?"

Dean didn't move for a few seconds. Then he sighed.

"Hendrickson – he and the others helped to defend us against a demon army. We left, thought they were safe. Then Lilith comes and blows them all to Hell."

Olivia knew that by saying this Dean had lifted a huge weight from his shoulders. And there was some small element of closure as well for her. Olivia had worried about the massacre of a whole police station, both before and after learning what the Winchesters really did.

But now she knew and she might be more prepared for if such a time would ever come.

Nicky stood in the street outside the precinct. Smiling to herself, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, Nicky knew that she had reached the final phase of her plan.

Ignore stupid Caroline and whatever she wanted with the Amazons. No, Nicky had grown tired of them. What did she care if the Amazons didn't kill their fathers? She was here for one thing and one thing only.

Her revenge.

When Castiel had taken Sam back to his cell and Olivia back to the precinct, someone hammered on the door of Dean's cell.

"Phone call!" a gruff voice came from the other side. This was followed by, "An officer from SVU wants to see you. Can't think why."

Olivia watched as Dean stood in the phone booth behind several layers of glass. Sitting down on the other side of the hunter made her uncomfortable. She felt helpless.

And helpless was not something a police officer should ever feel.

"Hi," she heard Dean give out a short laugh as he twisted the phone cord in his fingers, "Yeah, I'm sorry that's how Cas woke you up, but err – we need a bit of help."

A pause. "OK," Dean sounded dismayed, "You sure about that? I mean, if you want us in FBI custody, you can just send someone up here. You have to be invited in?" Dean muttered something under his breath, before he stood up straight. "No, no, I – I understand. Well, Cas has a lock on the both of us just in case our friends here can't save us. Thanks anyway."

Dean walked over to Olivia, sighing as he sat down at the chair behind the glass. Picking up the receiver, he spoke into it as Olivia placed the other end by her ear.

"I think Cas is going to break us out tonight," Dean informed her, "We just need someone to release the Impala."

"I can do that," Olivia answered back, "But we still have the Amazon problem."

"Yeah," Dean groaned, "And we need to get out of New York as soon as we can. The guards all have their eyes on us."

Before Olivia could say anything, she heard the sound of dogs barking outside of the door. Turning around in her seat to take a closer look, she saw the doors open wide.

But nothing was there.

Dean stood up on his chair, the phone cord stretched as far as it could while still in his hand. "Hellhounds."

Olivia couldn't see anything. But she could definitely hear the sounds of dogs growling. Her eyes flicked around the room, waiting for something to fall over. For something to tell her where they were.

But she only heard the growls.

Dean had gotten down from his chair and started banging on the door, calling for the guard. He was desperate. He didn't want the hellhounds to hurt the Sergeant. If they were even after her. More than likely they were they were after him.

"You won't get any help," they heard Nicky laughing as she strode into the room, smirking at the two of them, still in the same outfit she had worn in court, "The doggies had the guards for dinner."

"You sick son of a –" Dean started to shout back, clambering at the glass, but Nicky held a finger up.

"Now, Dean," she teased, "Mind your manners."

She crossed her arms, still smiling to herself as she did so, and the carpet started to dip either side of her.

"I needed a little bit of help in carrying out the final phase of my plan."

Dean glared at her. "Having everyone think we're raging psychopaths and sending us to the electric chair wasn't good enough for you?"

Nicky faced Olivia. "The hellhounds are going to rip your police friends apart."

"See?" Dean argued, "You don't think your plans through! First the wedding, now this. If I'm behind bars, they'll never believe I killed them!"

The door on Dean's side gave a creak and then pushed open, sending him to the floor. Nicky silently raised an eyebrow at him. She pulled out a bloodied knife from behind her back and threw it onto the row of cushioned seats behind her.

Looking at Olivia, the witch gave a small chortle and held her fingers to her lips when she saw the officer's gun. "I doubt that you'll be able to fire before the hellhounds rip you to shreds."

Olivia still kept her eyes on Nicky. She knew that she would be useless against these invisible hounds, but her chances were slightly better concerning Nicky. Although Olivia felt that she still would have better luck trying to kiss Elliot.

As if the witch could read her mind – could she, Olivia wondered – she opened her big mouth open.

"Your partner was irresistible, Sergeant. I was keeping an eye on the boys from afar when your friend visited. I didn't even have to do much; I just increased his rage."

"You –" Olivia could hardly believe it, but ever since meeting the Winchesters she knew that not everything had a rational explanation and she already knew that nothing was ever as it seemed, "You put a spell on my partner?"

Nicky shrugged. "No different from the one he thinks you put on him." She smiled.

"That's it," Olivia grumbled to herself, daring to step forward just a tiny bit, "You asked for it, witch."

Before Olivia could go any further, there were footsteps at the end of the hallway. Although she couldn't see them from this angle, Dean noticed that Rollins and Carisi were out there. If Nicky had heard – and she may have been too focused on Dean and Olivia – she didn't react.

"You see, Dean," Nicky walked closer to the glass, resting her elbow on the wooden panel, "you and your precious brother ruined my life. You ruined my sisters' lives. So I only think it's fair that I ruin both of your lives."

"You never think anything through," Dean gave a small chuckle, folding his arms as he stood inches from her, "And didn't you hate your sisters?"

Olivia glanced towards the door, where Rollins and Carisi were standing. The two of them immediately crouched behind the row of chairs and made their way over.

"What now?" Carisi whispered.

"Watch out for the hellhounds," Olivia whispered back.

Carisi looked about, but the only sign of any dogs to be found were the soft growls and where something was digging into the carpet.

"Great," he murmured, "What now?"

Roillins' eyes widened as she thought. "The knife. Bullets might hit the right arteries. But a knife…"

"Can you get close enough?" Olivia asked, her gun still aimed at the witch just in case.

"I'll try," Rollins tried to reassure her fellow officers, but she was trembling inside. Memories of last time were at the front of her mind.

Not this time.

"I still wanted to move up in the world," Nicky sneered at Dean, ignorant to what was going on behind her, "Couldn't I at least try?"

Dean, still smiling cockily, answered, "No."

Then his eyes flicked away from her. Nicky slowly spun around, to see Rollins just a few feet away. The witch barely had time to react before the knife was shoved into her heart.

She slumped to the floor, sprawling out as she desperately tried to think of some magic – any magic – that could stop this.

But she couldn't, therefore bleeding out.

The hellhounds started barking furiously, before they turned tail and fled. The woman who had given them orders was gone.

It was a pity that not one of those orders was to protect her.

Nicky's arrogance had led to her own demise.

Olivia was back at the precinct at lunchtime.

The Amazons were still locked away. All of them appeared bored rather than angry or tired. Olivia wondered what she was supposed to do with them. She definitely didn't know what to do with Claudia.

The brothers were discussing the situation with Castiel in her office. They had been in there for almost an hour. She was walking down the hallway, about to ask if they wanted any coffee, when she heard Dean shouting through the wall.

"We're not sending six girls to North Dakota!"

Clearly they hadn't found a solution yet.

She knocked softly on the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure," she heard Dean answer. When Olivia opened the door, she found Dean sitting at her desk, head in his hands, frustrated. Sam was sitting on one of the chairs opposite. Castiel stood beside Dean, staring down at him. Olivia thought that she saw concern, but brushed it out of her mind as she didn't even know if the angel even felt emotion.

Claudia was still handcuffed to another chair, now wedged in the corner. She glared at Olivia, her hair falling over her face. God, she looked like Barba when she frowned.

"Any ideas?" Olivia knew they didn't, but it seemed to be the right thing to ask.

Dean sighed, making eye contact. "No. Not a damn thing."

He turned towards Castiel. "And feathers here wants them locked away."

"The thing is," Sam faced Olivia, "none of the younger Amazons have actually killed anyone. But even if we set them free, people will notice that they age far quicker than regular humans."

"So we need somewhere isolated," Dean grumbled, "Do you have any donuts lying around, Sergeant?"

Olivia had known from the start that the Amazons would prove to be a problem once they had caught them all. In addition to this, she needed to think fast; the dead guards would be found soon. With yet another Winchester escape, she needed these three out of the way.

"May I suggest a solution?" Claudia's voice made them all turn. She grinned back at them, one eyebrow raised.

"No." Dean replied bluntly. But Olivia held a hand up, still facing the Amazon.

"Go on, Claudia." Olivia was ready to listen.

Claudia shrugged, or as best she could still handcuffed. "There are a lot of abandoned places in the world, aren't there? Places large enough for us to – what was it that Officer Rollins said again? Ah, yes; somewhere to hunt and run around in all day. Well," she shuffled in her seat, "surely you can find something like that in New York State or New Jersey. Amusement parks, zoos, nature reserves, somewhere like that."

Olivia thought about it for a moment. Then she folded her arms and told her, "I think we can compromise."

Claudia put her head to one side, still smiling. "Great. Now, can I please go to the bathroom? I've been waiting for three hours."

The decision had been made. The ten Amazons in the cages were going to a former summer camp on Long Island. They weren't given the exact coordinates just in case they tried to escape.

"It's going to be lovely," Rollins had told them as they had all trooped, miserable and cuffed onto the prison bus with tinted windows, "Fresh air, trees, a lake, wide open spaces –" She turned to Olivia.

"Just like the ones I wish I had gone to as a child."

Kimberley stopped in her tracks and scowled at Rollins. The officer just smiled back as Carisi pushed the Amazon up the steps.

Ava, who was just behind her mother, also looked at Rollins. The left corner of her lip curled, but she didn't speak.

When all ten Amazons were on board, Fin, sat the wheel, turned around in his seat. Ten angry faces glared back.

"Well ladies, get ready for the first day of the rest of your short lives," Fin pulled the lever into drive.

"Bite me," Delilah sneered.

As the rest of the team watched the bus draw away, Olivia turned about to see more cars enter the parking lot.

"Oh, no," she sighed, "They want the Winchesters."

And indeed the New York chief of police wanted to question their conduct.

Luckily for Olivia, the brothers had left an hour ago.

Olivia had said goodbye in the office. Claudia had been taken down to the holding cells and Olivia had just handed Dean his car keys.

"I missed Baby," Dean said under his breath. Olivia chose to ignore him.

"You will be careful, won't you?" she asked, worried.

"We will," Sam tried to reassure her, "We've been hunters all our lives."

Dean on the other hand appeared conflicted. "What is it?" Olivia asked him.

"We – we seem to cause trouble for cops and feds everywhere we go," he mumbled, "Baltimore, Agent Henriksen, Quantico…you lot." He sighed. "You know, our contact at Quantico, when Cas woke him up by talking to him in the dark –" he glowered over his shoulder at the angel, "while they were hunting a bad guy who breaks into people's houses –"

"Is this the privacy thing?" Castiel tilted his head to one side. Dean simply rolled his eyes and carried on.

"As I was saying, Sergeant Benson, he – told Cas that he's been troubled lately. He salted and burned a grave. He was this close to calling us last April because he thought a monster was making people kill. Turns out it was some weirdo causing hallucinations. Monsters I can understand. People I never can understand.

"The point is, Sergeant, whenever we tell someone about the supernatural – that the monsters under your bed actually exist – I keep feeling as if we've destroyed someone's life. Even if we haven't."

Olivia nodded. "I understand, Dean. No, we'll be fine."

"Your former partner wasn't," Dean snorted, "Nicky really did a number on him."

Olivia was about to reply when Sam had stood up from his chair. "I think we'd better go now."

"See you around, Sergeant," Dean waved at Olivia. Sam had flashed Olivia a quick smile. Castiel had only stared into her eyes and gave a quick nod.

Then the angel had touched both of the brothers by the shoulders and the three of them had disappeared from her office.

At home that night, Olivia sat with her seat on the couch. Noah was in bed and she was worn out both physically and mentally.

There had been more questions about the brothers' latest escape. Olivia had handed over the CCTV that had been focused on the doors to show that neither brother had entered or exited the building through those doors. Which was the truth, naturally.

The best that the police chief had come up with was that the brothers had friends on the outside. The mysterious 'cult', perhaps.

Yet again the newspapers had a field day. But it wasn't them that Olivia felt irritated by.

It was what Dean had said about Elliot. What Nicky had done to Elliot. What she had said about Elliot.

Almost as if it were fate – and who knew – the phone rang. Olivia leaned over and picked up the receiver.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Liv?"

Elliot.

"El," she sat up, "I wasn't –"

"I know, Liv," he sighed, "Can you – can you explain what happened at the precinct today? Why everyone keeps saying –"

Olivia cut him off. "Where do you want me to start?"

Three Months Later

Munch sat the table in the interrogation room. It had been a long time since he had been down here. But, he told himself, this time he was here as someone other than a cop.

A friend. A source of support.

When she came in, the Amazon glared at him. Wearing a bright orange jumpsuit, Claudia sat glumly in her seat, her hair in front of her eyes.

"Yes?" she snarled.

Munch sat up, folding his arms. "Claudia, is it?"

She snorted.

"Rafael Barba's daughter?"

"Yes," she replied, just as snappily as before.

"I'm John Munch. I used to be a detective here," he explained, "But I'm a hunter now."

"A hunter?" Claudia was both impressed and frustrated. But that came from her genetic hatred of humans.

A feeling that she had been told over the past three months to let go of. Sure enough, she had softened towards humans. Mainly the Sergeant and Officer Rollins, since they were the ones that came down to see her. Claudia was still a little distrustful of human men, though.

"Claudia," Munch told her, "what if I said that I'd spoken to Benson and Rollins? That I could get you out of here. That we could try and find monsters all over the city." He paused. "You hate your mother, don't you? For abandoning you when you were arrested. Think how much fury the Amazons would have if they knew that one of their own was a hunter? And living with one."

Claudia's head shot up. She gave a small chuckle. "My lifespan is about twelve years. I'll be old in nine."

Munch shrugged. "You'll have caught up with me by then."

The Amazon mused it over. Then her face slowly grew into a smile as she nodded. "I will."

Then Munch said, "Might have to wait a while before going into the field together, though. People will ask why I'm with a fifteen-year-old girl."

"Sixteen," Claudia informed him, "We age five times as quickly, so I'm sixteen now."

Munch smiled. "Well, Claudia, it's a deal. I think you'll be a good hunter."

Just like Dean said I would be, Munch told himself.

The two of them walked out of the door, the Devil's Trap still drawn onto the back.

Maybe that was fitting, the old detective thought, that he was leaving behind his old police life for one with the supernatural.