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Chapter 30: Arrested

"The most innocent man's words will be used against him."
― Kenneth Eade, The Spy Files

They had a plan by the time we went back inside.

"We're going to get Adam."

I stared at Sam. I honestly wasn't surprised but I had no idea what reaction he was expecting. "That's your plan?"

"No, we, uh, we know where he's being held. We're going to, well, we're going to bring Dean."

I looked over at Kelly. Her eyes met mine and she looked resigned. "You sure that's a good idea?"

He nodded. "It'll work."

"Okay," I looked around. Bobby and Giles did not look as convinced. "Well, we need to go. Take Lafayette to the house."

Sam sighed and nodded. "Yeah, good idea. I don't...you guys need to be careful, especially if the angels are getting more restless."

"If there's anything we are, it's careful," Kelly said dryly. I shot her a look. It was likely aimed at me.

"I know. We're leaving as soon as I get Dean."

"Call us," Kelly said. "As soon as you get him. Let us know what happens, and I swear to god Sam if Dean says yes because of this…" she let the threat hang. He nodded at her. "Okay." She looked over at me. "I'm going to say bye to Dean. Lafayette, can you wait at the car for us? It's the shit box next to the Impala." I rolled my eyes at the comment. Any car was terrible next to the Impala.

Lafayette looked back at Sam and smiled. "See you soon, sexy," he said before he left. Kelly headed for the basement.

"Hold up a second," I looked over at Bobby. He rolled towards Sam and I. "Here." He threw two small things at me. I caught one and Sam caught the other. I looked it over. It looked like a pouch, like fabric that was stuffed with something and tied up.

"What is it?"

"Hex bags. One for each of you," he said. "Seems you got a problem with demons. This should help keep 'em from findin' you again."

My eyes widened. "Really?" He nodded. I moved towards him and leaned down to hug him. "Thank you!" I was completely sincere. Anything to help avoid demons was a bonus. He patted my back awkwardly.

"Alright, just keep them on you. Now git," he said as I pulled away. "You both be safe. No more demon fights."

"Can't promise anything," I said, smiling. "But we'll try." He nodded and rolled back. I turned to Sam with a grin. Something new to help! I couldn't wait to tell Kelly.

"Come on," Sam said. "I'll walk you out."

I headed for the back door. Sam stopped me before I reached it, grabbing my wrist and turning me to face him. His other hand came to the back of my neck as he leaned down and kissed me. It was softer, slower than the last one. He broke it, but didn't pull away. His lips were a whisper away from mine.

"Be safe, okay?" he whispered.

I smiled before I stepped back. "Don't die."

He grabbed my hand and squeezed. I winced and pulled back. He grabbed the hand that I had hit the desk with. His brow furrowed and he lifted my hand, looking down. The knuckles had started to bruise.

"What happened?" He looked at me in concern. "It wasn't like this before. What happened?"

I tried to pull it out of his grip but he didn't let go. "It's fine."

"It's not fine. What happened?"

"I punched a desk," I finally admitted. "I've had worse."

"Why?"

I had been trying to avoid telling him about it. "It's nothing, Sam. Trust me. Go help your brother."

He didn't look pleased. I thought I saw his jaw clench. "We're talking about it after."

"Sure," I was hoping he'd forget it. "I have to go." I moved to leave but he still had my hand. "You have to let go."

He leaned in and kissed me quickly, a quick peck, before he released me. I smiled and headed to the car. Lafayette was waiting, arms crossed. I unlocked the doors and we both got in.

Kelly came out a few moments later. She climbed into the passenger seat.

"Y'all took your sweet ass time," Lafayette said from the back.

"Sam held me up." I put my seatbelt on and started the car.

"Literally?" Kelly's eyebrows rose.

I rolled my eyes. "No."

"Why not? That man is fine as hell."

"You should meet his brother," Kelly grinned back at him. "He's gorgeous."

"So whos at this house? How many?"

"You know, I never counted," I admitted. I had no idea how many there were. Kelly counted quickly.

"Two necromancers, a werewolf, two teens, a mutant, an amazon, an eighty-five-year-old stuck in a 10-year-old body, and two vampires. I think that's it…"

"Wait, you got vamps?"

I looked at Kelly quickly. I mentally went over the conversations I had with him. I didn't tell him about Eric. Judging from Kelly's expression, she didn't either.

"About that...one of the vampires is from your world. Maybe you know him? Eric Northman."

Lafayette's face dropped before he went for the door. "Let me out of this fucking car!"

We had never taken off the childproof locks.

Lafayette calmed down as we talked about Eric and the strict no-eating policy we had at the house. We both silently agreed not to mention what happened to Maggie. If you left the vampires alone, they left you alone. It was only after explaining what else was in this world that he had calmed down. Better the devil you know….

We only had enough time to introduce Lafayette to everyone before Jane demanded us outside to train. She went straight into where we left off, trying to use our entire body as a weapon. She only let us go with the promise that we'd run before going inside.

I slowed my pace to run next to Kelly. I hadn't realized I had been going fast until she wasn't beside me. The training had settled some of the physical anxiety, but I couldn't help but remember Lucifer's words. It wasn't that I believed him, it just felt stuck in my brain. I needed a second opinion. Kelly was the only option.

"Hey," I said once I was next to her. "Can we talk?" She looked at me like I was insane for trying to talk while running. She seemed to see something in my face because she slowed to a walk. I joined her.

"What's up?" she asked once she caught her breath.

"I need to ask you a question. I...I had a dream when we were at Bobby's with Lucifer." She instantly made a face but looked concerned. "It was stupid. I mean, he told me I was doing my job, but something he said keeps nagging at me." I wasn't sure how to phrase it without it sounding weird. There didn't seem like there was a good way at all.

"What was it?"

I couldn't help but scrunch up my nose as I thought about it again. "He said Sam's developing an...unhealthy attachment to me."

"What?" She looked incredulous.

"Yeah, that, like, I shouldn't be surprised because I keep telling him he's good."

"That's the stupidest thing I've heard," she said. "Like he knows anything. Honestly, Michelle, it's Lucifer. You can't take anything he says to heart."

"I know, and I know he lies but it just...it was weird."

"Don't think about it. There's nothing wrong with you and Sam, and nothing weird about him liking you." She stopped walking and grabbed my arm. "Seriously, I'm your best friend. If I thought there was something concerning, I'd tell you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay, so who are you going to trust: me or Lucifer?"

"You," I said quickly. "Obviously." She stared at me for a moment before she nodded.

"You're damn right me. Fuck Lucifer. He's just trying to get under your skin. Everything is fine, okay?" She hugged me with one arm before letting go. "Come on, let's finish this so we can grab something to eat. I'm starving."

I nodded and took off again, leaving her behind. Kelly was right. I could trust her about this, more than anyone.

The next couple of days passed by almost in a blur.

Kelly had heard from the boys that the plan had been...half successful. Dean didn't say yes, but they didn't manage to save Adam. The door apparently closed before they could and there was no way to open it. They also had somehow lost Castiel, but Zachariah was dead. It was like a two-sided coin. For every good thing, there was something bad.

The phone I had was missing. I wasn't sure where I had left it, the last I remembered using it was talking to Sam, but it would turn up. Kelly had asked if I was avoiding Sam since I hadn't answered any of his calls. I told her I'd find the phone once I was done training. If only to relieve some of their fears that I was gone. A part of me, the same part that wondered about Lucifer's words, thought it might be a good idea that there was some space. I tried to shove that part down.

Jane's initial trip to the grove at sunrise was turning into a tradition. If I was awake early enough, she found me. It was a small moment of reprieve from the house, which always had someone awake and moving. It also tended to lead into training. Kelly joined us once the sun rose to train before she left for work. Her days away seemed to be longer, closer to twelve-hour shifts than the usual eight. She waved it off saying that she was making it up to Greta for letting her take off when she needed.

I was in the middle of stretching after training when I heard the car. We weren't expecting anyone and it didn't sound like the Impala. I moved quickly around the house to the front. Klaus was standing on the porch, alongside Remy and Logan. Jane stepped up beside me as I finally saw the police car. I froze.

We didn't prep for this. We didn't prepare for the police showing up at the house. Jane looked at me and strode forwards towards them. I moved quickly, grabbing her arm and stopping her. I didn't know what she was going to do but it likely wasn't good.

"Michelle?" she turned to me, confused.

"I'll take care of it," I said, despite wanting to run like hell. I walked forwards, waving to the others on the porch as I came towards the cops who got out of the car.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Are you Michelle?" The closest one asked. I glanced at the other one who had his hand on his firearm, as if he was preparing to shoot. This wasn't good.

I looked back at Jane. "Call Kelly," I said softly. I made eye contact with her. "Don't react, just call Kelly, okay?"

"Ma'am, I asked you a question," the officer said again.

I looked back at him. "Why do you ask?"

He looked at his partner, unamused. "It's a simple question."

"So is mine."

"Ma'am, if you refuse to cooperate, we're going to have to take you in." The other one spoke up. "Are you Michelle?"

They were looking for me specifically. That definitely was not good. I had a house full of people that had no identity here and if they drew their guns, Jane was likely to react to it as a threat. I nodded. "I am."

The first officer stepped forward. "You're wanted for questioning in regards to several murders in Tennessee."

"Am I under arrest?"

He looked down at me, despite the fact he wasn't that much taller. He had nothing on Sam. "I highly suggest you make this easier for all involved and come in for questioning." I had a feeling that if he was going to arrest me, it would not be done easily.

Fuck. I looked for Jane. I caught her gaze and shook my head. I mouthed Kelly's name. She nodded before stepping back. Anger flared in her eyes as I was ushered into the back of the car. I looked out at the others on the porch. Those that were there were watching.

The cops drove off without saying anything to the others. I leaned back against the seat. This was bad. This was really really bad.

I was arrested at the station.

They read me my rights and I had to submit to a pat-down. It took everything in me not to kick the man away from touching me. They took the hex bag I had tucked in one of my pockets. There was nothing else on me. They took my fingerprints, my picture and asked me basic questions. I could only answer a few of them, like my name and address. I already knew there wasn't going to be a record of me in the system.

They handcuffed my hands in front of me and I was seated in what looked like an interrogation room. It had bare walls, outside of the mirror, and was colder than I expected. They had cranked up the AC. The chair was solid metal and got more uncomfortable the longer I sat in it. I hadn't spoken a word, outside of answering the few questions, since I got in the car. I knew enough of my rights to know that speaking was a bad idea. I wanted to be back outside. This already felt like I was trapped. There was too much possibility of angels or demons finding me here. They stole the little protection I had. I couldn't defend myself tied to the table like this.

Two men finally entered.

One of them sat across from me while the other remained standing. He dropped a folder on the table between us. The one sitting across from me smiled.

"Michelle Noble, right?" I stared back at him. He could be anything. "I'm Detective Moore, that's Detective Carter. You understand why you're here, right?"

I knew that they asked me to come in for questioning and arrested me as soon as I stepped into the building. I didn't speak.

"Okay, you don't have to respond. I can just talk," Moore said. "You're an interesting character. We ran your prints. You're not in our system. We're sending them out to the next level. Maybe the feds will know you." That was doubtful. "There's no record of you anywhere before five, six months ago. That's when you arrived in Gainesboro. You remember that?"

I remembered it perfectly. I clenched my teeth, trying not to react.

"Well, there's a few people who remember you. Families in fact." He watched me for a moment before he turned a page on the file. He slid something over towards me. I looked at it. It was a photo of Edgar and his wife. I stared back at the detective. He was waiting for a reaction.

"You know, I think I'll leave this here. We'll be back in a few moments. Maybe you'll remember then." He left the picture but took the folder. Both of them left.

I stared at the picture before I pulled my feet up and tried to tuck them under me. I leaned forward and rested my head on my knees. I prayed Jane called Kelly. I needed help.

I didn't know how much time had passed. I was still in the room. They kept coming in and out. The room was freezing and I was trying to curl up, to try and warm up somehow. Leggings and a t-shirt were not great protection against whatever air conditioner they were using. The last time I had been this cold, it was winter and I was running from Gainesboro. I was also hungry. It must have been hours since I ate. This was wrong. It was all wrong.

The door opened and I looked up to see Moore and Carter coming back in.

"Feel like talking yet?" Carter stood across from me this time. Moore was over by the door. "That's fine because I'm going to tell you what I think happened." He started to pace. "I think you went to Gainesboro, a sad story already all planned out about a lost girl, alone. I think you waited until they trusted you before you struck, before you did this!" He slapped down a photo in front of me. It was Edgar's face, dead and burned to the stove. I closed my eyes. I remembered seeing it, hearing his screams. I had the demon's memories of pushing his face into it burned into my mind.

"That wasn't enough, was it? You had to take out everyone in that diner." He slapped another photo down. This time it was a crime scene photo of Jake's body. There was blood everywhere. I regretted looking. I clenched my eyes shut again. "We had a witness, a girl who told the police everything but you were gone. And now she's gone. What did you do to her?"

I had no idea what the demon did to the girl she had been possessing. They wouldn't believe that though.

"What gives you the right to live when you stole it from them?"

There was no right. It was godforsaken luck that had saved me that day, that led me here. I wasn't supposed to be here. None of this was fair.

Fear and panic had been building since I had been cuffed to the table. I was trying to not let it consume me. I ignored whatever the cop was saying, trying to settle myself, but there was no wind or trees to listen to. It was just them, telling me that I had murdered these people. Demanding that I confess to something that wasn't my fault.

They finally left me alone again. Despite the fact that I knew they were watching me, I couldn't stop myself from crying. It felt like I was back on the road, frozen and hungry and being forced to relive every single worst moment of my life since I arrived. I wanted out. I wanted to go home, my real home. I was half tempted to pray to Lucifer just for help, but all that would happen was that I would be trapped and he'd murder them all. I was already in hell.

I wanted to call Kelly. They hadn't let me make a single phone call, which I was pretty sure was against the law. I didn't know the process. I just needed out. I needed to run as far from all of this as possible.

My emotions finally settled into a sort of numbness. I stared blankly at the wall. It had been hours. No one had come. No one was coming except for the Detectives that kept talking, over and over. I almost wished I was guilty if only to make them stop. I could have knocked them out if I wasn't chained to the table. I could have done worse.

The door opened again.

"Well, looks like the feds are transferring you back to Gainesboro. You had your best chance here. They sure as hell won't be as nice."

I felt like spitting in Moore's face. There was nothing nice about this. I stared back at him instead. He shook his head and left me again.

I was going insane sitting in this room. I had tried to sing to myself, in my head, while I waited but it did nothing to drown out the thoughts that were driven by fear and anger. I had been left here. I had been left where anyone, anything could find me, could get me. I was going to be prosecuted for crimes I didn't commit. Some states had the death penalty. I didn't know if Tennessee did. I didn't want to die here. Not like this.

[tbc]