It had been hours, Dean had dozed off a little but mostly he sat on his bed leaning on the headboard staring at the door. Had John given up and gone to bed yet? Or was his father camped outside his door just waiting? It was impossible to tell. It was 1 am. He knew what was coming his way, maybe he should just get it over with and try to sleep.
Dean slowly stood and made his way to the door, he couldn't hear anything outside. The desk scraped on the floor as he moved it and Dean cringed at how loud it sounded. He only moved it enough to open the door a little, just enough to squeeze out.
Looking down the hall, Dean saw he was alone. John must have gone to bed, he had work in the morning after all.
Dean wandered through the bunker, not really thinking about where he was going or what his plan was. He soon found himself in the garage sitting in Baby.
He realized he hadn't sat in her since Sam had left, "Hey Baby, miss me?"
Without thinking about it he started the car up and drove out. The open Kansas roads just felt so right. Dean didn't know where he was going or what his plan was, he hasn't even brought a change of clothes, but for the first time in months the tightness around his chest that he hadn't realized was there, began to loosen and he relaxed into the comfort of being with Baby and the familiar rumble of her engine.
Dean wasn't really paying attention to where he was going or how long he'd been driving, it wasn't until the pink on the horizon became more pronounced did Dean realize he'd been driving most of the night.
His stomach rumbled loudly, protesting its missing breakfast.
"Sonofabitch," Dean cursed when he realized he hadn't brought anything helpful, like cash or his cell phone, or even a gas card. His impulse reactions once again doing him no favors. Oh well, he'd figure something out, wouldn't be the first time he used the five-finger discount in a pinch. Dean pulled into a gas station, used the surprisingly clean bathroom, and swiped some jerky and funyuns on his way out, he would have liked to top off Baby but that wasn't going to be an option at the moment.
It did not take long for Dean to notice the flashing red and blue lights behind him, the clerk at the gas station must have called the cops on him, either he noticed the missing product or saw Dean get in the driver's side of the Impala and drive off. He briefly thought about trying to outrun the cruiser, and he could have done it if Baby weren't almost running on fumes already. Dean pulled the Impala over and tried to think of some explanation that might be reasonable.
The officer sauntered up to the side of the car and looked in. He took one look at Dean and didn't even bother asking for a driver's license. Not aging is a wonderful thing when you're old, but when you are 14 there is no way in Chuck's green earth you would look older, and Dean certainly did not.
"Alright, son, step out of the car," the officer ordered taking a step back to allow the door to open.
Dean bristled, "I'm not your son," he muttered back.
The officer motioned to his partner, still in the cruiser, that he was going to need help. And was he right. As soon as Dean stepped out of Baby he tried to make a run for it but he didn't get too far before they grabbed him and soon he found himself face down on the side of the road with a knee in his back and his wrists being restrained behind him, he tried to squirm but there wasn't much he would be able to do. One of the officers made the mistake of getting his arm a little too close to Dean's mouth. Dean chomped down hard, he wasn't sure why he did it, wild panic perhaps, he'd been trained better, then again today didn't seem to be the day of sound decision making on Dean's part. He was dragged back to the cruiser and not so gently tossed in the back.
Dean took a closer look at the two men, one was tall, taller than Sam even, he had bulk, clearly a solid wall of muscle. The other was short, and a little on the tubby side with a considerable bald patch, Dean decided he'd nickname him 'Tubby'.
"Kid, how old are you?" Tubby asked when they climbed in the front.
"36," Dean said. His forehead was leaned on the window and he looked blankly outside.
"We got a real smart alec with this one," the giant commented and shook his head.
Dean started to doze off as they drove down the road towards the station. The men tried asking him questions, like his name, or who his parents or guardians were, anything to get the process moving when they got to the station. Dean ignored them.
"Tell Mills we have one with a real attitude problem, she'll know how to deal with him, we're putting him in 2 for now. He bit me," Tubby said as the two officers tossed him into an empty cell.
Officer Mills had just sat down at her desk with a crappy cup of coffee with the powdered creamer, why the station couldn't bother to get a small fridge for lunches and creamers she didn't know when Officer Harris came in.
"We got one for you. Punk kid, can't be more than 14, real attitude on him. A clerk from the gas and sip called him in for shoplifting and then drove off. A kid like that, I doubt his old man ever gave him a good butt-kicking," Harris commented.
Jody frowned, "Or maybe that's all he got at home."
Harris shrugged, clearly unbothered, "Anyway, the kid won't talk. Put up quite a fight when we brought him in. We put him in two,"
Jody was about to object to putting a teen in a holding cell, even if by himself when Harris continued, "He BIT Clark"
Jody just sat back, not knowing exactly what to say, that wasn't exactly typical.
"And the car? Did you run the plates?"
"Yeah, I haven't been able to reach the owner yet, but we called Singer to tow it to his place."
Jody was reading over the report before going to talk to the kid. She was fine letting him wait a bit considering he bit one of her fellow officers when none other than Bobby Singer barged into the backroom, Clark trying to stop the angry old hunter.
"Clark, it's ok," Jody said and waited until the man left the room, "Bobby? What's going on?"
"Did you see the kid yet? The car he was driving, its Dean's,"
"Not yet, lets go have a chat with him," Jody said.
Bobby's cell phone began to ring, Bobby took a quick look at it before answering,
"Sam! I'm glad you called, I just towed the impala. Some kid had it…..
"No, I haven't seen him yet…
"Are you shitting me, boy?
"Damn idjits!" Bobby finished off snapping his phone shut, secretly wishing he could slam it down on a receiver like you could with the old phones when you were pissed.
"What was that all about?" Jody asked.
"We'll find out in a minute I bet"
Jody and Bobby walked into the holding area, it was empty except for the furthest cell where a boy lay on a makeshift bed. As they approached he opened his eyes and yawned before sitting up with a smirk.
Bobby crossed his arms, "Dean Winchester, you've got some explaining to do."
Jody looked between the old man and the boy sitting in her cell, "You mean to tell me this… this is Dean? But…"
"When Sam called, he said Dean had run off, took the Impala, and apparently had been deaged some time ago. I'd recognize a 14 year old Dean Winchester anywhere, he spent enough time at my place that year."
"Hey Bobby," Dean said sheepishly.
"Don't you 'hey Bobby' me! I've half a mind to put you over my knee, damn idjit."
Dean put up his hands in an effort to placate the older man, "Don't you think I'm a little too big for that?" He asked innocently.
"You were bigger than you are now the last time we had a chat like that, if you forgot I'd be happy to remind you. You're on thin ice, boy. Mills, open this damn door," Bobby snapped.
Jody glared at him as if to say "don't boss me around" but began to open the door.
Dean felt that he might actually be safer right where he was.
I've been wanting to work Bobby and Jody in for ages. What do you think?