When the police came to break down the doors, Raven was already gone. Her best bet was to not be caught up in the arrests. Dean was basically doomed, Sam would keep their covers as best he could.
Raven's work had to be done a lot faster.
A common pastime for Raven was breaking her little sister out of police precincts. Whether her sister did the crime or not, Raven had to get her sister out of it. She had gone to crazy lengths over the years to get Darcy out of jail.
Now Raven was using those skills to help the Winchester boys.
==GMB==
Dean sat alone in his interrogation room. He was trying to figure out the 'Dana shulps' clues found at the Giles crime scenes. He had been found at the murder scene of the wife, while Sam and Raven had been checking the husband's office.
After they arrested him, Dean knew it wasn't long before they would find it. A detective came in- Detective Sheridan, the bad cop, no doubt- all smug at finally catching the sick bastard that tortured those people in St. Louis.
He even bragged they brought in Sam, who the detective was convinced would turn on Dean. Apparently a witness had seen Sam and Dean break in, but not Raven (who had snuck in from the window). Dean held the slightest hope they wouldn't find Raven. His little sister was smart, she would come up with something.
Dean would just have to work from here in the meanwhile. Hence, decoding 'Dana shulps'
The door opened. "Dean Winchester?" A familiar brunette poked her head in, looking at him. She wore a cheap suit instead of blue flannel.
Dean stared, wide eyed.
Raven let herself in. "Raven Quinzel, I'm with the public defender's office." She sat herself down across from him. Dean understood it now. "I'm your lawyer."
"Hey, you got any paper?" Dean asked.
Raven reached into her suit pocket. She handed Dean a small notepad and a motel pen. Dean started scribbling. "The police haven't found a weapon yet. Your prints all over the scene and Karen's blood on your hands don't make my job easy."
Dean grumbled. "I was checking for bruises on her wrist."
Raven hummed. She nodded to the notepad. "Got anything?"
"Anagrams."
"Excuse me?"
"Anagrams."
"You mean...like I-"
"Yeah." Dean cut her off. Raven had guessed anagrams from the start. She was gonna be a pain for this. "You got it."
She hummed again. 'Yeah fuck you.' "Well I think 'Dana Shulps', if I'm reading correctly, has anything to do with the case. I've checked before coming in."
"Just check these." Dean handed back the notepad. Raven glanced over the list. "Local places, names, anything?"
She shook her head. She snorted. "You're under arrest for two murders, and you're solving an anagram puzzle."
"I'm handcuffed to a table, I get it." Dean held up the hands as proof. "I'm in deep trouble unless I got a good lawyer."
"Better than your brother." Raven argued. Dean almost rolled his eyes. The twins had gone back and forth on the lawyer ever since they both admitted to wanting the job. "Ashland Street."
"What?"
"Ashland Street, there was one on a map." Raven reported. "And I think I was an old supply store there."
"SUP." Dean reasoned. "Raven Quinzel you're a genius."
"I know." Raven grinned, smug as all hell. "Which brings me to this: anything you want me to bring to your brother?"
Dean nodded. He pulled out another sheet from the notepad, scribbling on it. He handed it over to Raven.
She read it, snorting. "You two..."
"Yeah yeah, Matlock, just deliver it." Dean instructed.
Raven pressed her lips together. She rose up, grabbing the notepad and pen. She walked out of the room, still holding in giggles.
Dean had a plan. He knew the both of them would understand it.
==GMB==
Sam was kept in a smaller room, almost like a break room. He hadn't heard anything about Dean besides murder charges, or from Raven since she walked out for a soda.
He was pleasantly relieved when Raven walked onto the break room.
"Hello Mr Winchester, I'm Raven Quinzel." She greeted with a friendly polite smile. She sat herself down across from him. "Graduated second in my class from Harvard, law school. You heard of it?"
Sam glared. "I have."
She was smuggly grinning now. Why had Sam wanted a twin sister again? He couldn't recall any of the wishes or prayers of having a sibling that wasn't Dean. "Great. Your brother has a message for you. I think Dean's giving us reason to kill him later. He's an Aquarius, it's just what he's like."
Sam was handed a slip of paper. He read Dean's note 'HILTS- ASHLAND SUPPLIES -MCQUEEN'
"It was an anagram." Sam internally sighed when he looked up. Raven was smiling proudly. "How'd you find it, Matlock?"
She wasn't even upset by the joke. She smiled on, queen of the world. "Ashland is a street on a map, and a supply store would cover the last three letters." Raven answered. "I'm a Taurus, I can find this stuff."
"Why do you know that?"
"I told you, I had a witch phase. Stuff like that is basic." Raven excused. She scoffed. "Such a Taurus question."
Sam eyed his sister. "You don't actually believe that stuff, do you?"
"I believe it annoys you that I believe that stuff." Raven replied with cheer.
Someone knocked on the door. Raven has no time to answer before the door was thrown open. Detective Ballard- good cop- rushed in. "We need you. With the other one."
Raven rolled her eyes. "Why the gods cursed me with the Winchester's, I'll never understand."
Sam snorted as Raven walked away. He waited until the door was shut and all was quiet before he moved.
==GMB==
Raven walked into Dean's interrogation room. A camera had been set up, while Detective Sheridan was grinning like a man fishing for a promotion.
"Counselor? Your boy decided to confess." Sheridan cheered.
Raven huffed, blowing out a breath. "Okay." She walked up to Dean. "Mr Winchester, take note, I'm saying this is a bad idea." She kept looking at his face, hoping he'd get what she was trying to say.
Dean gave a small nod.
"Talk directly into the camera." Sheridan instructed. He stood up, walking to stand beside his partner. "First stating your name for the record."
Dean leaned forward. Raven shook her head, backing up from the table. "My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women."
Dean glanced towards Raven. She was glaring at him, angry enough to convince everyone in the room she was mad. After a year with her, Dean knew she was fighting the urge to laugh.
He went back to giving the camera a hard even stare.
"And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did." Dean looked up towards the detectives. "Or rather what did. Of course it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit."
"Excuse me?" Detective Ballard asked.
"You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" Dean explained. Raven took a shark breath. Dean knew he had her in that one. "Tony Giles saw it. I'll bet you cash money Karen did too. But see, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the vale, it ain't easy. You know, sometimes the spirits, they, they get things jumbled. You remember 'REDRUM'. Same concept. You know, it's, uh, maybe word fragments... other times, it's anagrams. See, at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps. But now we think it's a store, Ashland Supplies. Whatever's going on, I'll bet you it started there."
He beamed at the detectives, holding up his hands as if to say 'was that enough?'. The corner of Raven's lip was curling up. It was getting harder for her to hold back laughter.
"You arrogant bastard." Sheridan snapped, taking out all the anger that Raven was pretending to have. "Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes."
"I'm not joking, Ponch." Dean countered.
Sheridan marches closer to Dean's side. Raven bristled by the door. "You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis."
"Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either." Dean admitted. "That was a shape-shifter creature that only looked like me."
Sheridan snapped. He grabbed Dean, dragging him up then against the wall. Raven jumped to his defense, her and Detective Ballard stepping up.
"Pete, that is enough!" Ballard shouted.
"Detective, let him go or I will encourage my client to press charges!" Raven shouted.
Dean stared down the detective. If this guy tried anything, Raven was gonna be locked up for murder right beside Dean. "You asked for the truth."
Sheridan dropped Dean. He pushed his way out of the room. "Lock his ass up."
Another officer did so. Ballard followed after her partner. Raven stayed behind to watch Dean. The officer shoved Dean against the wall. He was able to wink at Raven. Raven winked back.
==GMB==
Detective Diana Ballard was having a weird day. See, it didn't start when her best suspect was a dead serial torturer. It started when her report about that serial torturer suddenly filled up with 'dana shulps' over and over. When Dean Winchester showed them on the notepad, Diana admitted to feeling spooked (pun not intended).
After her partner had assaulted their suspect, and the brother had jumped ship from a locked room, Diana needed a moment to sort herself out. She stepped into the bathroom when things got worse.
All the taps started running, steaming up the mirrors. Those same letters appeared on the mirrors. Diana couldn't wipe away the word. Then she saw her. A woman with blonde hair, her throat split open.
Diana wanted to scream.
Which is when the lawyer walked in.
"Detective Ballard, are you alright?" Quinzel asked.
Diana stuttered again.
The lawyer looked Quinzel up and down. Quinzel's expression lit up. "You saw her." She reached for Diana's hand. "Come on."
==GMB==
Together, they entered Dean's interrogation room.
"Can we not?" Dean sighed. Raven moved Diana towards the opposite chair. "I'm a little tired, it's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all."
"She saw her." Quinzel reported.
Dean paused. "What?"
"Our bloodthirsty Casper." Quinzel stated. "Detective Ballard saw her."
Dean glanced between Diana and the lawyer. "You sure?"
Quinzel held out her hand. Diana followed the silent command. Quinzel pulled back the sleeve to reveal the bruises that had suddenly formed on Diana's wrists.
Dean leaned back in his chair. "Huh."
Diana looked at the bruises. "Wha-that wasn't there before."
"Sometimes, ghosts come back as vengeful spirits." Quinzel began. "They want to come back to get revenge on people that hurt them. These ones are capable of murder. Other times-"
"How do you know this?" Diana asked, confused.
Quinzel smiled kindly. It was familiar, Diana couldn't place it. "Dean said Karen had bruises on her wrists. I'm willing to bet Tony had the same ones."
"Not sure why, though." Dean admitted. Diana stood up from the chair, turning away from them both to look at the mirror. "I know. You think you're going crazy. But let's skip that part, shall we? Because the last two people who saw this thing? Died, pretty soon after. You hear me?"
"You think I'm going to die." Diana realized.
Dean looked up at the lawyer. "You know how to find him?" Raven nodded, tapping her forehead. Dean shook his head. "Don't you start that whole 'twin telepathy' crap-"
"First motel listed in the phone book, under the name Jim Rockford." Raven listed.
Another fact caught Diana's attention. "Twins?" There was only one mention of twins in the Winchesters' file, one that had died a long while ago. Long before Sam had lost his girlfriend to a house fire, on the same night he'd lost his mother. She could see it now. Little things about the lawyer that looked so much like Sam Winchester, and that smile that looked exactly like Dean's. "But...the only report of a sister died."
Quinzel shrugged. "It's a long story, the fire was a cover for my abduction. Huh. Guess it wasn't that long a story...but yeah. I'm Millie Winchester. Always saving these two idiots from themselves."
"You're giving your brother up." Diana told Qu- Millie.
Millie shook her head. "Arrest him, hell even arrest me. But by those bruises, and from what I think happened in that bathroom, you're gonna let us save your life. Right?"
Diana remembered that woman's face- the blood pouring from her throat and the redness of her eyes...how in pain she had looked, and how awful it had all seemed. She thought about the pictures of Tony and Karen's autopsies, then imagined her own face over Karen's.
Her choice was obvious, even if it wasn't easy.
==GMB==
They drove there in Diana's car. Millie was in the passenger seat, giving directions to the motel.
"You were their lawyer?" Diana asked.
Millie nodded. "Graduated law school a couple years ago. And your system was easy to hack, sorry."
If Diana wasn't so scared for her life, she would've been offended on behalf of their security. "Why didn't we find you with Sam?"
"Went out for a soda, helps me think." Millie explained. "We got bigger issues than that right now."
They pulled into the motel parking lot. Millie knocked on the door for Sam's room. "Hey, we got a problem."
Sam opened the door. At the sight of the detective, he hesitated. Millie stepped in past him. Diana shrugged before following. She had already gone this far, right?
Inside, Millie was explaining it all to Sam. Diana showed off her bruised wrists.
"These showed up after you saw it?" Sam asked. Millie stood beside her brother.
"Yeah, I guess." Diana replied.
"All right. You're going to have to tell us exactly what you saw." Sam prompted.
"You know, I must be losing my mind. You're fugitives." Diana said, probably more to herself than to Sam and Millie. "I should be arresting you."
"All right. Well, you know what? You can arrest us later, all right? After you live through this. But right now you've gotta talk to me. Okay?" Sam offered. Diana accepted the terms. "Okay, great. Now, this spirit. What did it look like?"
Diana swallowed, a heavy lump in her throat as she recalled it. "She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just... a lot of blood."
"You know what? Here." Sam guided the two women over to the room's dining table. "I've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing near Ashland Supplies." He gathered up the pictures.
"How'd you get those? Those are from crime scenes, and booking photos." Diana asked, accusingly.
"You have your job, I have mine." Sam excused. "Here. I need you to look through these, tell me if you recognize anyone."
Diana sat down to look through them. Millie walked over to Sam. "That many women?"
"I searched the buildings nearby too, just in case." Sam explained.
"Why not just...drive to the place now?" Millie asked.
"We have to be sure. You know that." Sam replied.
Millie sighed, her foot tapping beneath her. "I know...it's just- Karen died so fast. I don't want to lose anyone else in this case."
Sam nodded.
Diana held up a picture. "This is her. I'm sure of it."
Millie grabbed the picture and the report. "Claire Becker, 28 years old, disappeared eight or nine months ago."
"But I don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after me?" Diana asked.
"Arrested twice for heroic charges." Millie read off.
"You ever work narcotics?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, Pete and I did. Before Homicide." Diana answered.
"You ever bust her?" Sam asked.
"Not that I remember."
"Last seen entering- wouldn't you know it- 2911 Ashland Street." Millie reported. "Police searched it but couldn't find anything." She looked up at Sam. "So..?"
"So we can go check it out." Sam conceded. Millie pumped a fist. "You're digging when we find the body." She groaned.
"What?" Diana blinked. This wasn't a police procedure. Of any procedure Diana had heard about.
"Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest." Sam explained.
Diana sighed. "Of course it is."
"It smells worse than you think." Millie assured her. She gave the detective a pat on the back. "And no. That wasn't meant to reassure you."
==GMB==
The twins lead Diana to the derelict building. It was on the edge of collapse by the look of it.
"So what exactly are we looking for?" Diana asked.
"A body." Millie supplied. "Or whatever gets the ghost angry."
Diana didn't like the sound of that.
Still, she helped them search the old supply store. The twins searched upstairs, Diana searched the floor level. The search was on for barely ten minutes before Diana found what Millie was talking about.
Claire appeared. Her arm reaching out towards Diana. The poor thing kept trying to speak, sounds coming out as wet unintelligible moans. Diana flinched back.
"Sam? Millie? Sam! Millie!"
The twins dashed down the stairs to her side. Claire vanished right before they arrived.
"Hey! Hey, we're here, what is it?" Sam asked. "What happened?"
"Claire-" Diana dragged off.
"Where?"
"She, she was here." Diana answered.
"You were attacked?" Millie looked around, like Claire would show up again.
"No. No, she was just like, reaching out to me. She was over there by the window." Diana pointed to where Claire first appeared.
It was a large store window. Though whatever was there was blocked by shelves.
"Here, help me move this." Diana ordered.
"Yes ma'am." Millie and Sam helped push the shelves aside.
The shelves were cleared to reveal the sign. ASHLAND SUP, with the plies faded off.
"Our little mystery word." Diana realized.
They followed the shadows from the sign. The sun had been shining through, casting the letters out on the wall.
"Now the extra letters make sense." Sam commented. He pulled out the EMF reader, approaching the wall.
"What is that?" Diana asked.
"Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies." Sam explained. He waved the EMF around the wall.
"So if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?" Diana asked.
"Usually." Millie answered.
The EMF buzzed loudly. Sam turned to Millie, grinning. She gawked. "You weren't serious!"
Diana watched as Millie slammed a sledgehammer against the brick wall.
"I was a carrier pigeon for you." Millie reminded him.
Sam smiled, not caring any sympathy for his sister's plight. "And I'm very grateful. Make sure you don't hit the body."
Millie held the sledgehammer up. She pointed the top towards Sam. "Let's practice my aim on your head."
Looking at them now, Diana would never have known they were apart. Millie-Raven-whichever, she blended in so well with both brothers. After reading in the file that their sister had been dead, Diana had mourned the dead child. Now seeing that same child alive and well, happily working with her brothers hunting the dead.
'The fire was a cover for my abduction...'
Diana wondered what life could've been so terrible that Millie was willing to do so much for them. Diana remembered what she had told Sam this morning. That it had been too late for Dean, that Sam was a good kid, Millie looked just as good.
Was she doomed too? Doomed to be just as criminal as Dean Winchester did?
Millie was back at the hole, pulling back the now loose bricks. She winced. "Oh, yay. There's a corpse down there."
"You know? This is bothering me." Sam started.
"Well, your sister is digging up a corpse." Diana pointed out.
"No, not that. That's, uh, that's pretty par for the course, actually." Sam replied.
"No. We usually make Dean do it." Millie argued.
"Then what?" Diana asked.
"It's just, I mean, no vengeful spirit I've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense." Sam mused.
"There's a reasonable explanation." Millie piped in. "But I don't like it."
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"In a minute, give me a hand." Millie instructed.
The twins worked to clear away the last of the bricks. They pulled out a body wrapped in a disgusting old blanket tied shut with rope. After they lowered it, Sam used a knife on the rope. The long dead body of Claire Becker was in the middle. Someone had tied a belt around her wrists, holding them together.
Diana held one of her own wrists out. The bruise matched the width of the belt.
"Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours." Sam reasoned.
Something else caught Diana's eye. She reached for it. She raised the pendant of it- a rose held in a loop.
"You recognize it, don't you?" Millie asked, sympathetic and all too kind.
"It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson street." Diana reached below her shirt collar, pulling out a necklace just like Claire's- only shinier and new. "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me."
==GMB==
Sam looked at Raven. "Your theory?"
Raven was shaking her head, rising to her feet. "I overheard in the hall that Sheridan knew both victims, they were close friends. He only lashed out at Dean after mentioning this building."
"Now this all makes perfect sense." Sam replied.
"I'm sorry?" Detective Ballard eyed the hunters in offended confusion.
"Yeah. You see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen." Sam explained.
"Excuse me?"
"It's not Claire committing these killings." She walked over to Detective Ballard. "She warns them, the bruises and the mangled letters. Earlier, I told you some spirits want vengeance. What I didn't get to say was some wanted justice. She led us here to find her body. She wants us to know who killed her." Raven slid her hands in her pockets. "Detective Ballard, how much do you know about your partner?"
Detective Ballard paused a moment. "Oh my god."
"What?"
"About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup." Detective Ballard recalled. "Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product."
"Someone like a heroin dealer." Sam started.
"Somebody like Claire." Raven finished.
==GMB==
See, they were supposed to be driving back to the precinct. Detective Ballard would report the body, and everything else would come after it. Then the detective got a call on her phone.
She spoke with them for a moment. "All right. Thanks." She ended the call.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"Pete just left the precinct. With Dean." Detective Ballard informed.
"What?" The twins exclaimed.
"It's 2AM- they all just bought that?!" Raven asked. "And- and I'm his lawyer. Why the hell wasn't I called?"
"He said the prisoner had to be transfered, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio." Detective Ballard explained.
"Radio? He took a county vehicle?" Sam asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, then they should have a lo-jack, you've just gotta get it turned on." Sam explained.
Raven reached for her Bag. "I can get it up in five." She pulled out a laptop, pushing it open.
"Five?"
"Would've been ten, only I broke into their system earlier-"
"Alright, alright." Sam stopped her. "Just...track it."
Raven nodded.
==GMB==
Sheridan stood above Dean. His issued weapon pointed at Dean's head. Dean was kneeling on the ground.
Raven went for one of her guns. Sam put his hand on her's to stop it. The twins exchanged a look.
"Wait! Wait. Let's, let's talk about this." Dean tried to reason with the guy. He knew he was working on the fly. He had no way of knowing his siblings were in the darkened tree lines behind him. "I mean, you don't want to do something that you're gonna regret later." The gun clicked. "Or maybe you do."
Ballard stepped out from their hidden spot. "Pete! Put the gun down."
Sheridan turned his head towards her, confused. "Diana? How'd you find me?"
Raven preened. She had done it in four minutes. She was so telling Dean that when they saved him.
"I know about Claire." Ballard revealed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Sheridan denied.
"Put the gun down!"
"Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I didn't do anything, Diana."
"It's a little late for that."
Dean looked over at his siblings. Raven dragged her hand over her coat pocket. Dean gave a small shake of his head. Raven would hold back her fire until needed. She was faster than Sheridan, Dean was certain of it.
"It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice."
"And Tony? Karen?"
"Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything."
The siblings looked at each other again. Raven again reached for her gun. Sam seemed content to let her do it. Dean shook his head again. Sam bristled. Raven gave a small nod of her head.
"It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked." Sheridan excused.
"How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?"
"There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift." Raven inched her fingers over her pocket again. "We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just, just one more dead scumbag."
"Hey!" Dean took a dislike to being called a scumbag. Sheridan moved his gun. Dean settled.
"No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you." Sheridan pleaded. Ballard lowers her gun. "Thank you. Thank you." He moved to make his kill.
Ballard didn't let him try.
She fired off one shot. Sheridan fell over, clutching his stomach. Dean rolled back. Raven rushed to his side, kneeling to make sure he was out of harm's way.
"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" Ballard snapped.
Sheridan tackled her back down. The gun was lost in the tussle. Sam reached for the fallen gun.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" Sheridan warned.
Everyone froze. Not at Sheridan, nah that was weak sauce compared to the ghost of Claire standing behind him. Sheridan turned to where everyone was looking.
Raven gave Claire time to smile before shooting Sheridan in the back. Sheridan fell down without a sound.
Justice.
==GMB==
The Winchester siblings were giving Diana a moment. She was kneeling by her old partner. Work partner, love partner, all of it. Now Pete was gone...dead. He had killed so many others to cover up his crimes...
Diana put herself together. It was time to work for a living.
"You doin' alright?" Sam asked.
"Not really." Diana answered. "The death omen Claire. What happens to her now?"
"She's at rest now, justice was served." Millie explained.
"So, uh. What now, officer?" Dean asked.
Diana braced herself. She had to be strong to carry this out. She knew she would be. Millie was right- Pete's victims needed justice. "Pete did confess to me. He screwed up both your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed."
"You'd take care of that for us?" Sam asked.
"I hope so." Diana admitted. "But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unless... I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped."
"Works for me." Millie cheered.
"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asked Diana.
"Yeah, she's sure, Sam." Dean scolded.
"No, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that." Sam explained.
"If she's offering, then she's sure." Millie countered.
"Look, I just want you kids out there doing what you do me, I'll sleep better at night." Diana told them. "Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for all of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in."
Dean scratched his head. "Hey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance?" Dean asked.
"It's at the impound yard down on Robertson." Diana explained. Dean and Millie exchanged a look. "Don't... even think about it."
Millie crossed her heart. "Wouldn't dream of it."
"It's okay, it's all right, don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll just improvise." Sam gave him siblings scolding looks. They both wore properly chastised looks. "I mean, we're pretty good at that."
Diana didn't believe their looks for a second. The very first thing they would do was collect that car. "Yeah. I've noticed."
The group parted ways.
==GMB==
The Winchesters were walking up the dirt road. It was a long walk back to Robertson for Baby.
"Nice lady." Sam praised.
"I liked her." Raven agreed. "She was fun."
"Yeah, for a cop." Dean countered. "Did she look familiar to you?"
Sam and Raven exchanged looks. They turned to Dean.
"Can't say." Raven answered.
"No, why?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. Anyway, are you hungry?" Dean prompted.
"Starving." Raven replied.
Sam shook his head at his sister. "No." Who could eat after digging a dead body out of a wall?
"For some reason I could really go for some pea soup." Dean mentioned.
"Yes!" Raven agreed. She slapped Dean's shoulder. "Lunch, after we get back Baby. We're getting pea soup."
"Awesome." Dean cheered.
Sam wondered why the gods cursed him with the Winchesters.
==GMB==
AN: So...I finally finished it. This chapter was meant to be like 900 words, focusing mainly on Raven escaping with Sam. But then...but then I got the lawyer idea...and it turned into *waves arms wildly* this.
Also it's my birthday so I'm excited!
Thanks to Aurora the Void Dragon and demonicKitsune2 for favoriting and following