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I paced in the small cell, waiting. After discovering Sam and Dean had indeed escaped, they placed me under even stricter surveillance. I just wanted to know if the brothers had found Cass and gotten my son back. As long as the boy had one of his parents, I felt a little better, though I wouldn't be totally okay until I held Milo in my arms once more.

"You know what I don't understand? Why would you tip us off to their escape? I can't see any benefit you get from it, so what was the point?"

I stopped pacing and turned to look at the Italian agent. Rossi looked like the rest of the members of the BAU; tired and ready to be done. But like the rest of the team, he wouldn't rest until the Winchesters were back in custody, something I knew wouldn't be happening.

"Tell me something, Agent Rossi. How does it feel knowing you've had those boys in custody multiple times and have lost them every single time? Is it as frustrating as I imagine it is? Worse? I'm genuinely curious."

The old man allowed himself a ghost of a smile and a laugh as he got closer to the bars of my cell. I in turn got closer to him on the other side.

"Or how about this? Why am I still here? I've told you everything. So what's the point in keeping me in custody? I didn't do anything in that motel room. I was just a silent observer. I barely even talked."

"You were a witness. An accomplice. And you admitted to doing other things in the past. You're just as guilty as the Winchester brothers. You knew they were escaping. For all we know, you know where they went. So that, Miss Turner is why you are still here. Now, I believe I asked you a question."

I nodded, backing up and sitting on the cot attached to the wall of the cell.

"That you did. We both haven't answered all of each other's questions. It's quite the stalemate we've got going, isn't it?"

"You'll answer our questions. I know you will. Do you know how I know?"

"You're a profiler. Read people for a living. It doesn't surprise me that you would make an assumption like that."

"I am a profiler, you're right. And you, Miss Turner, are a mother away from her child. And I can only imagine how much you miss him right now. How much you want to get out so you can get back to your son. And that, I believe, is why you'll comply and answer our questions for you."

I pursed my lips, looking up at him through lidded eyes. It was true, not even two minutes before he had entered the room I had been thinking about how much I wanted to be with my son again. It irked me that these guys were so good at their jobs that they could read me that well. Face expressionless, Rossi nodded his head and turned on his heel, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.

It had been months. Instead of the cell, I now resided with Agent Morgan at his home. At first, the change of scenery allowed me to start opening up. At least, when I wasn't sitting at an interrogation table. However, lately I had started to close myself off more.

"I'm having a boy. He's my first. I don't know how I'll survive being away from him for work. It must have been extremely hard sending your son off to God knows where with your friend while you were being arrested."

I looked up slowly at the blonde agent across the interrogation table from me, face like stone.

"We need to locate the Winchesters. I think you know information that could help us do that. Maybe if you cooperate, we can help you locate your son."

It was really starting to frustrate me that the agents thought they could use my son as a bargaining chip against me. I understood the tactic, and wasn't stupid enough to fall for it. As much as knowing Milo's location would bring a little bit of peace to my constantly racing mind, I was determined and stubborn. Even if I did have the information they were asking for, I wouldn't give it to them. I wasn't going to give up the father of my child that easily. Or his brother.

"Come on, Lexi. I-"

"Don't do that. Don't act like you're my friend. We're not friends. You're a cop trying to arrest the father of my kid. The innocent father of my kid. He's never done anything wrong. Anything that got him on your list of Most Wanted's or whatever was him getting framed by monsters. It wasn't actually him. So you can shut your face."

I turned my face to glare at the wall, arms and legs crossed tightly as my expression went back to the stonelike facade. I had said my piece, and I refused to talk any more. Agent Jareau sighed, exiting the room and leaving me there with my racing thoughts. I couldn't get Milo out of my head, not since they had started bringing him up more and more. I felt a single tear escape my eye and slip down my cheek, but stubbornly continued to refuse to move.

I was mad. Mad at the members of the BAU. Mad at Sam. Mad at Dean. Mad at Castiel. I wouldn't be in this situation if I had stayed behind at the bunker with Milo while they took care of Lucifer. But my stubborn ass had to come along for the ride. I wondered how long the team would keep it up before deciding to release me. Deciding that there was no way they were going to catch the Winchesters. Agent Jareau calling me Lexi had been the last straw.

Up until that point every single person in the Behavioral Analysis Unit had referred to me as Miss Turner. Not Alexandra. Not Lexi. Miss Turner. And then, in a last ditch attempt to get through to me, the agent had dared to use my nickname. The nickname only those closest to me had the honor of using. Anyone not in my little circle of friends or family referred to me as Alexandra. I only tolerated being called Miss Turner by the team because they were law enforcement.

"We got something. Massive power outage in the Pacific Northwest. The origin of which came from a lake house in North Cove, Washington. It's being rented to someone named James Novak."

I looked up as the tech analyst gave the report through the phone. Agent Morgan noticed me perk up and quirked an eyebrow.

"Thanks, Baby Girl. We'll look into it."

Morgan hung up the phone. It had been months since the incident with the President, and no matter how much I resisted talking, the BAU wouldn't release me. They technically had released me months ago, when they moved me in with the agent across from me. However, I had recently moved back into the cell I had been placed in when the Winchesters first escaped. They also figured out I was closed off to questioning unless Agent Morgan was the one sitting across the table from me.

"I take it you know someone named James Novak."

"I might," I shrugged. "It's been nine months hasn't it?"

"Since you claim you exorcised Lucifer from the President? Yeah, I think so. Why?"

I just stared at the agent, not saying anything else. That lake house was where Cass and Kelly were located. I was sure of it. She was having Lucifer's child and given that she had entered her ninth month of pregnancy, it would make sense that the kid would be the cause of such a power outage. I had seen the little bit of power coming from my own son while Lucifer was loose. It would make sense his kid would exhibit the same type of powers multiplied to intense proportions.

Hopefully Sam and Dean had picked up on the power outage as well and were headed there to pick up my son, who I prayed was still alive and with Cass. The only thing that puzzled me about it, was why Cass would allow Kelly to carry the child to term. Part of me wanted to believe he remembered the experience with me and had made the decision based off of that, but something told me it was more than that. Something major had to have occurred for Castiel to allow two "abominations" to be born.

"Who's James Novak?"

"A dead man."

"You're saying whoever is renting that house is doing it using a dead man's cards?"

"Sure."

"How'd he die?"

"An angel possessed him and then his body was dragged all over, ripped to pieces, put back together, stabbed, healed, and a billion other things. The angel is still possessing the vessel. The man who the vessel used to contain is long dead."

Morgan pulled his phone back out and dialed Garcia.

"Hey mama, can you send me a picture of James Novak?"

"Already sent, my sweet chocolate love."

"Honestly, you two, get a room," I rolled my eyes.

There was a sound like choking on the other end of the line and Morgan glared at me.

"Thanks, Penelope. I'll be in touch," he told her and hung up.

He pulled up the picture and slid his phone across the table. The picture was Cass's vessel, a few years before he possessed him. Jimmy was a bit more cleaned up than the angel kept him; unruly hair neatly combed and a pressed pinstripe dress shirt under a suit coat with no tie. It was strange seeing the version of the vessel. The unkempt version that was Cass seemed so much more natural.

"That him?"

"That's Jimmy before the angel possessed him, yeah."

"Which angel possessed him?"

"Take a wild guess. I'll give you a hint. I've talked about him a lot."

"Castiel?"

"You do learn."

Morgan picked up the phone, standing and making his way toward the door.

"Oh, and Derek?"

He glanced back at me.

"If I'm right, my son is in that lake house. If you aren't going to release me, would you bring him here to me?"

"I'll see what I can do, Lexi."