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Chapter Thirteen

Jus In Bello

We took it in turns to have showers and get ready. Dean had decided that this called for a night at a club or bar, which ever was closest. Somewhere there was unlimited alcohol.

I was last to use the bathroom, taking a long hot shower to rinse the stress from my body.

I went through my bag after that trying to find anything remotely dressy that I could wear without feeling like a hooker. Alice's tastes and mine were definitely different, that was for sure. Eventually I got dressed into a pair of tight black trousers that I think she meant for when I went dressed as a cop and a black tank top that was ripped at the back and showed off my navel. I added some black boots and a black leather jacket, along with a bit of make-up. Nothing special but I'd do.

I stepped out of the greasy bathroom and dumped my bag at the foot of the bed Dean and I would be sharing tonight.

"Wow Bells, you look good." Sam said from his bed where he was sat with a beer, apparently waiting for me so that we could head out.

"Thanks." I said with a small smile teamed with a blush.

"Ready sweetheart?" Dean asked me, I turned to face him and blushed harder. He was looking me up and down slowly with a lazy smirk on his face. His eyes round and almost glazed over.

"Yup." I said with a smile, trying to hide my embarrassment and failing.

Dean drove us to a bar in the next town over. It looked like a dive, and there were numerous bikes outside. But a bar was a bar and right now I really could use a drink.

Inside was noisy, sweaty and smokey. Music screamed out over a packed room. There were men playing pool on a table at the back of the huge room, a small dancing area had been set up next to it. Tables overflowed with people and the bar was three deep.

The clientele of the place were predominantly male, in fact there were only two other women in the entire bar. One sat on the knee of a huge man, who looked like an ageing biker and another was dancing away with a scrawny man on the makeshift dance floor.

As we made our way to the bar heads turned and followed our progress making me feel uncomfortable. It felt like we were being sized up, or checked out. Dean and Sam though seemed un-fazed by the attention.

We ordered our drinks and made our way over to a free pool table together. "Fancy a game sweetheart?" Dean asked me while pulling out a cue and chalking it up.

"Why not." I said with a smile, downing half of my double vodka and orange.

Dean and I played pool for the next ten minutes, I don't think that I gave him the game of his life, in fact I sucked. But it was fun anyway. And Sam kept the drinks coming, as well as shouting out pointers to me that had no effect on my sucky playing unfortunately.

"Fancy a game Sammy?" Dean asked as he'd beaten me hands down.

"Sure, but I'm gonna kick your butt." Sam smirked getting up from his seat and taking my cue from me.

I sat and watched the game for a bit, it was defiantly more exciting than mine and Deans. Sam was matching him hit for hit, ball down for ball down. It was going to be a close one.

"Hey!" Came a shout from next to me.

I tore my eyes away from watching Dean as he leant over the table in front of me and looked to the owner of the voice. A guy stood next to me, perhaps in his late thirties, wearing the trucker look that just reminded me of Bobby now. He had long black hair and a big moustache, teamed with a belly that hung over his jeans. Yeah, not my type.

"Hey." I replied before looking back at the game, I'd missed Sam's shot.

"You wanna dance or something?" The man asked me, obviously not put off by the fact that I was clearly not interested.

"No thanks." I said with a smile before looking back over to the game once more. It looked like Dean had put the ball so that it would be almost impossible for Sam to make his shot.

"C'mon. One dance and I'll leave you alone." The guy persisted.

"How about we cut out the middle man? Just leave me alone." I said with a frown, the alcohol making me braver than normal. That and I was fairly sure that I'd be able to kick this mans butt now.

He put his hand on my arm and tugged lightly. I saw from the corner of my eye Sam nudge Dean and point over to me. Both of them put their cues down and headed over to me. "I said no, now leave me alone please." I said, my voice hard as I shrugged his hand off of me.

"Don't be like that. Dance with me." No was not in this dudes vocabulary was it? He took my arm in his hand once more and tugged a little harder this time.

"Dude, the lady said no, so I think you should leave." Came Deans voice from behind me. I turned to see him and Sam stood with their arms crossed and intimidating looks on their faces as they started the guy down.

"I was just asking her to dance." The man protested raising his arms and backing off slightly. "That's all, one dance." I could see some men watching the exchange and getting up, the dudes friends no doubt. That probably wasn't going to be good.

Four men, all with the trucker look going on, and all large came up behind their friend. "We got a problem here?" One of the larger men asked Sam and Dean, ignoring me completely.

"Yeah, your douche bag of a friend won't take no for an answer." Dean snapped out, his patience now gone it seemed.

The man who'd come to his friends aid looked down at me. "I can see why. You wanna dance don't you sweet thing?" The man drawled at me.

"Not with any of you guys I don't. No." I snapped slightly repulsed.

It happened so quickly. One minute we were having a slight disagreement the next one of the men grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. Instinctively I turned and sent a punch to his face. The force of which had him crashing through a table. Then it was all out war.

The four men, Sam, Dean and me were suddenly in a bar brawl. Chairs went flying, as did bodies, punches and kicks. It was chaos. But not once did Dean, Sam or I ever receive one of those punches or kicks, we blocked them and sent them back.

Minutes later, the brawl still going on and the doors to the bar burst open. We stopped to see who had made their dramatic entrance.

My blood ran cold as I saw the place being stormed by armed police. They came straight towards our little corner, automatic machine guns clutched firmly in their hands.

"Hands in the air!" They screamed at Sam, Dean and me. I complied straight away. I so didn't want to die this way. "Get down on the floor!" Again I followed the order. My heart beating painfully hard in my chest, terror surging through my body.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we'll get out of this." Dean whispered in my ear from the dirty, sticky bar floor next to me.

His words did little to pacify me though, as suddenly my arms were being twisted and cold steel handcuffs were biting into the tender skin of my wrists and my rights were being read for the murder of my mother and Phil. One thing was for sure, I was never drinking again.

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We were shoved unceremoniously into a tiny cell, all three of us together. We'd been pushed through the small police station passed a young man and an even younger woman who both looked terrified at the sight of us. The woman was clutching some rosary beads for dear life as she watched our progress, as though we were something evil.

"What now?" I asked as our hands were chained in front of us and our legs connected in a loose chain at our feet. Stood together in a dirty cell, a cot, a sink and a toilet the only furniture in the five by six room. I admit I was trying hard not to panic at the situation.

"Now we wait for the opportunity to arise." Dean said, trying for cocky but failing.

"What opportunity?" I asked, desperate to know how the hell we'd get out of this.

"One where we're not totally screwed." Dean answered.

We weren't waiting long before we had a visitor. "Sam and Dean Winchester." Came the deep and very happy voice of a young bald black man. Considering that he was probably the reason that we were in this situation I thought he looked nice. "I've waited so long to finally meet you two. And I've got to say I couldn't be happier about it." Well I really wasn't happy about it at all.

"Hendrickson." Dean stated looking worried now.

"In the flesh." Hendrickson replied with a big smile. He then turned his big brown eyes on to me. "And this must be Isabella Swan."

"Yeah, I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you. But I'm not so sure it is." I said with a frown.

"Well it is for me I can tell you. Two of the most notorious criminals out there and a rising star. Did you meet up with these two before or after you killed all of your parents Isabella?" Hendrickson asked me with an evil smile, as though he didn't really care either way. But something he said turned my blood cold.

"All of my parents? Charlie? He's...?" I didn't dare ask the question, I felt light-headed and swayed slightly on my feet. Dean wrapped an arm around me to steady me and Sam placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"You tell me. He's missing and we haven't found a body. But I'm guessing you went for all three. The set as it were." Relief washed through me as I realised that my dad was still out there. That there was no body found.

"I haven't killed anyone. Ever." I told the man honestly, not that he was going to believe me but still, I had to try.

"Yeah sure. Those pictures, they just look like you but really it was... Aliens, demons, body snatchers." Hendrickson rolled his eyes and seemed angry.

"Actually it was a shapshifter using my face." I replied matching his anger in my tone.

"Wow, you guys really have been feeding her your brand of crazy haven't you? I get all the other things, you're fucked in the head. Crazy. But now you're going to have buying alcohol for a minor on your rap sheets too? I don't get that. Or is Isabella now Bonnie to your Clyde Dean?" Hendrickson asked Dean with a small frown.

"What are you on about?" Dean replied, his face full of confusion as he looked from the man questioning us to me.

"You don't know?" The man asked Dean, his face lighting, up even happier now he had Dean on the back foot. "Isabella there, she's a minor. Nineteen isn't it?"

"What?" Dean asked me.

"Yeah, I'm nineteen. Does that really matter?" I asked Dean, looking into his eyes, pleading with him as his arm dropped from round me.

"Bella I'm ten years older than you! Jeeze!" He stepped away from me, hurting me more than he should of been able to, probably more than he realised.

"I'm twenty in two weeks, so only nine really. And that hasn't mattered so far. It's not like its drove a wedge between us. I'm still me, just now you know my real age." I was almost begging, I needed to stop I was starting to look pathetic.

"I hate to interrupt your lovers tiff, but it seems as though I'm needed." Hendrickson said with another smile. "But before I go let me give you some advice."

"Oh please do." Dean spat at the man.

"You're never gonna see each other again, you're all going to a high risk, maximum security prison, you'll be in cells no bigger than you are and you'll see daylight once a week depending on behaviour. Get you're goodbyes out of the way now." Hendrickson smiled once more. "So maybe now isn't the best time to be having a row." With that the man walked away from the holding area we were being kept in, laughing as he did. Despite him locking us up and starting arguments, as well as thinking we were all three sheets to the wind, I couldn't help but like him. He seemed like one of the good guys.

Sam and Dean sat down on the tiny cot in the room, both sighing as they did. It seemed as though they'd forgot that we were all chained together though. As they sat down my legs were taken from under me by the chain and I fell onto the bed with them. My knees landing in Sam's stomach and my head in Deans lap, it couldn't have been much more embarrassing.

"Sorry." I mumbled moving myself so that I was sat comfortably in-between them rather than on top of them.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were only nineteen Bella!" Dean said angrily, shifting his lap away from me and putting his arms in it. If I didn't know any better then I'd have thought he was trying to hide something.

"I didn't think it was a big deal!" I argued back, feeling Sam shift guiltily next to me.

"Nine years is a big deal!" He said angrily.

"Why would the age difference matter to you Dean? I mean it's not like..." Sam trailed off as he realised exactly why it did matter to his older brother. "Oh. You're...?"

"No, we're not anything." Dean bit out, closing his eyes for a second and groaning. "This is so fucked up!"

"You said that earlier." I snapped, pissed off and hurt.

"How long have you two been... Ya know?" Sam asked the both of us, looking like he was trying to hide a smile.

"We haven't." Dean said, his eyes snapping back open and moving away further from me on the tiny bed.

"We kissed, this morning. That's it. And apparently that's all that there will be." I said, hurt coming through in my voice even though I was trying to hide it.

"Bella, for gods sake, you're nineteen, of course that's all!"

"It's legal!" I argued back.

"So is marrying your cousin in some states, doesn't make it right sweetheart." Dean replied.

"Why don't we have this conversation after we're out of here?" Sam suggested while wiggling his feet so the chain made a clinking noise as though to make a point.

"We're not having this conversation at all." Dean finished looking sour. "We're gonna get the hell out of here, then we're dumping her ass back at Bobby's where she'll be safe, then me and you can sort this mess out brother." Tears jumped into my eyes at his harsh words, my heart sinking, fear crackling through my body, fear and pain.

We sat in miserable silence for a few minutes before the sound of footsteps made us all sit up and look towards the metal bars that lined our cell. A man appeared in a fitted navy blue pin stripped suit, he was in his late thirties with receding hair, he looked like a slimy politician. And I didn't trust him one bit.

Dean stood up and faced the man, his face showing that he didn't trust this guy either.

"Sam and Dean Winchester, and Miss Isabella Swan. I'm Steven Groves, Deputy Director of the F.B.I. I've got to say this is a pleasure." The man directed us, I had this sinking feeling that we were even deeper in the shit now.

"Yeah, glad one of us feels this way." Dean said to the man, his face showing just how bleak he was finding this whole thing. And if Dean was thinking that there maybe no light at the end of the tunnel I was pretty sure that wasn't a good omen.

"I've been waiting for you to come out of the woodwork, especially you Bella, you're a hard one to get to." Steven addressed me with an evil looking smile that sent shivers down my spine.

Steven then drew a gun and pointed it at me; wind whistled through my head as I realised I was dead. No way out of this one, I was going to die, right here in this dirty little cell, right now. I didn't even have time to move.

Steven fired and I heard a grunt of pain, Dean had taken the bullet for me, he'd dived in the way of the gun and his blood was splattered on the wall behind him, just above my head. He'd actually jumped in front of the gun, for me.

Together me and Sam jumped off the bed as one, not thinking, just acting on instinct. Sam dived for Steven, grabbing his gun and arms, trying to wrestle the machine from the mans arms.

I dove over to Dean, dragging him to the bed and forcing him down. He looked like he was in pain, but he was alive. And so was I. Because of him. "Where does it hurt?" I asked as I tore his jacket off, urgency coming through in my voice.

"Where he shot me." Dean said with an eye roll, his voice suppressing the intense pain he must have been feeling.

"And where was that, wise ass!" I barked, panic and worry making me snap.

"Shoulder." Dean grunted in reply.

I was looking at the entry wound as I heard Sam start reciting one of the exorcisms that the brothers and Bobby had been teaching me. I turned briefly to see Stevens eyes turning black and an even bigger smile grace his face.

I relaxed slightly as I felt an exit wound on Deans back and not too much blood seeping out, it was a clean shot and it hadn't hit an artery, he'd live.

"Sorry guys, got to cut this short. It's going to be a long night." The demon wearing Steven gasped before screaming out a cloud of black smoke. I'd heard about it before, the guys had told me what happened in detail but it didn't prepair me for the real thing. Watching a demon leave someone was sickening. Truly. The person's mouth expanded beyond normal and a thick nauseous black cloud escaped in what looked like a very painful breath.

As Steven dropped to the floor, obviously dead, Hendrickson and a police man ran through to us in the holding area, both had their guns drawn and focused on us. I really wished people would stop doing that. It wasn't fun.

"Drop the gun!" Hendrickson shouted at Sam who'd been left holding Steven's pistol when he'd dropped.

"Wait! I'll drop it. Just don't shoot. Please. Don't shoot. Here. Look it's on the floor." Sam said backing away towards Dean and me. Panic clear in his voice, obviously not wanting anyone else to get shot.

"He shot him." The policeman said looking from Steven to Sam.

"I didn't shoot anyone, look at him there's no blood. I didn't shoot him." Sam protested, still sounding panicked as the men hadn't put their guns away yet.

"I was the one who got shot!" Dean said with anger from the bed, praising his hand from his shoulder to show the bullet wound that was steadily trickling blood down his dark t-shirt.

"They're right sir, there's no blood, he hasn't been shot." The police officer said from Steve's body, he sounded confused and a little scared.

"He's probably been dead for weeks." Dean informed the men, his voice still on the grumpy side, which since he'd been shot was understandable.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Hendrickson asked us, gun still drawn and pointed, though now it was angled more towards the floor.

"We didn't do anything, didn't you hear them? Dean was shot, we didn't do anything!" I said, pissed off now despite, or maybe because of the guns.

"Talk or I shoot." Hendrickson said, his voice hard, raising his gun again and pointing it at the three of us, one target now we were bunched together again.

"You won't believe us." Dean said scathingly.

"He was possessed." I said, well I had to try after all.

"Right, possessed, yeah, obviously. Fire up the chopper we're taking them out of here!" Hendrickson barked at the police officer.

The man nodded before pulling out a walkie talkie. "Reid? Reid?" No noise was coming back from the helicopter. Hendrickson nodded at the officer who then left, apparently to go find out what was wrong at the helicopter. I exchanged a look with Sam, yeah, that wasn't a good sign. We were so screwed right now.

The police man was gone for a few minutes when suddenly a huge explosion shook the building.

"What the hell!?" Hendrickson shouted before bolting from the room, his gun back out at the ready.

I turned to face Sam and Dean, they both looked almost anxious, not a good look, and not something that was reassuring.

"How we gonna Houdini our way out of this one?" Dean asked with a sigh as he laid back down on the bed.

"Not a clue. How you doing?" Sam asked nodding towards Deans bullet wound.

"I'll live, you know if we get out of here alive." Dean wise cracked back, ever the joker, even when facing death.

"Dean..." I started saying softly, my hand resting just above his injured shoulder, I wanted to express my gratitude, tell him just what it meant to me.

"B, don't, ok." Dean told me. I dropped my hand and looked at my feet. I'd really blown it with this age thing obviously. "Tell me when we get out of here k?" He added, I looked up to see him smiling softly at me and my heart started beating a more rhythmic tune.

Something terrifying went off in my head then, a thought occurring to me that had never made it's self present until now. This whole situation would have most people shitting themselves. I wasn't far from it, don't get me wrong. But although through out all of this I'd felt fear, sure, I was scared and almost certain that we weren't making it out of this. Nothing had scared me more than when I'd thought that Dean was washing his hands of me. That sent terror streaming down my spine, raised the hairs on my arms and even made me feel a bit sick. I'd only known this guy four weeks, a month, and I was falling in love with him. That scared the hell out of me.

Just as I came to my startling realisation the lights in the station went out. Dean, Sam and I jumped up as one, my reflexes almost as good as theirs now. "Well that's not good." I stated the obvious.

"No, it's not sweetheart." Dean said from next to me, gripping my hand with his as he did.

As the emergency lights came on Dean realised my hand with a small and gentle squeeze, one that gave me hope. Maybe when all of this was done we could work this out. Whatever this was and whatever there was to work out. I sure did pick 'em didn't I?

After nothing happened for a minute we sat back down, Dean groaning with pain as he did. Sam started poking at the wound, making sure that it was clean. The sight made me feel slightly sick, especially when Dean grunted in pain again.

"Stop being such a wuss dude." Sam said with a small smirk. These two could never be serious for more than a few minutes at a time and that was one of the reasons that I love... Liked them, liked them so much.

"Right so what's the plan? They kill everyone and then come and bust you three out?" Came Henderickson's deep voice from in front of our cell, we'd been so focused on Deans injury that we hadn't noticed him come in. A mistake that I hoped we weren't about to pay for.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I snapped, tiredness seeping through into my voice. This day had gone on for much too long for my liking, and I didn't need some one speaking in riddles to add to the weariness that I was now feeling.

"I'm talking about you're friends out there, the psycho ones that are turning this into a blood bath!" Hendrickson was mad now, but I could see faintly that he was also trying to hide some fear that he was obviously feeling. Smart man. And I was right there with him, this was scary as hell, and not something I was use to yet.

"Trust me when, I say, that whoever's out there is not here to help us and they sure as hell won't be our friends." Dean told the man, sitting up right as he did, the shadow of a grimace coming over his beautiful face.

"You gotta believe us, everyone here, they're in terrible danger." Sam said in a pleading voice, notching my fear levels up a bit. Could neither of the brothers have mentioned the terrible danger thing to me? Was that too much to have asked for?

"Gee, you think?" Hendrickson said back, his voice laden with sarcasm.

"Why don't you just let us out of here so we can save your asses?" Dean said, the cocky tone back in his snap as he addressed the F.B.I agent.

"From what? Demons?" Hendrickson joked, but none of us were laughing, I was pretty sure that's what was gonna try and take us out. That was trying to get in to kill us all. A clean sweep. His face got hard as he realised that we did mean demons, raising his gun for emphasis as he spoke. "Don't you dare say demons! I tell you what, you should be more scared of me." He said darkly before leaving the holding area.

"So you think we're gonna be attacked by demons then?" I asked the brothers as we settled back down, not exactly comfortably but as relaxed as we could be while we were under siege from both the good guys and the bad. This whole situation was insane, I loosely thought as I waited for their answer.

"Well the guy with the black eyes told us that we were gonna be in for a long night, I'm going to go with demons, yeah." Dean told me with an eye roll.

"My life isn't normal is it?" I asked as I grabbed a wad of toilet roll and pressed it to Deans bleeding shoulder. Ignoring the roll of my stomach as he gasped in pain.

"If you call normal, fighting for your life against a group of demons, while being chained to two handsome men, then sure it is Bells." Sam joked at me with a smile.

"Hey." Dean whispered to me and Sam, nodding his head to where a face was peering round the corner of the cell block at us. It was the woman from earlier, she looked scared but inquisitive. As though she'd come to see just how crazy and dangerous we really were.

"Hi." I addressed her, thinking that I probably looked and sounded the least scary out of all of us. I mean I was about her size after all, I couldn't look that intimidating. What nineteen year old girl did?

The woman backed off looking even moe worried now that I had spoken to her. So much for the not looking intimidating theory. Balls.

"Hang, on we need your help! Please!" I pleaded, a plan forming in my head as I watched the rosary beads turning in the womans hands. If we had them then we might be in with a bit of a shot at staying alive. Maybe. It was worth it though.

I quickly switched the only ring I wore to my ring finger, so quickly that I hoped the woman wouldn't have noticed. "Please, look, my husbands been shot, he's hurt pretty bad, please. Can we get a towel or something, something clean to stop the blood with?" I begged again, raising my hand so she could see the ring on my finger. The woman left, apparently ignoring my pleas. Damn.

"Nice try, but what was with the whole husband thing?" Dean asked from behind me, a small frown etched into his gorgeous face.

"She's super religious right, and she knows you're not my brother, it'd be better than whatever conclusion she'd jumped to. Make her think that we have the same values and stuff as her..." I trailed off as I saw the woman edge back into the room, a tiny smile gracing her lips. I breathed out a sigh of relief, this might work after all.

"Thank you." I said sincerely, holding my arms out through the bars to take the clean white towel she was holding out for me.

She gave me the towel and I took it, taking her arms back into the cell with me. The woman screamed a loud terrified noise that had my ears ringing and my stomach knotting with guilt. But this had to be done. Hopefully it would help save her as well. Or that's what I told myself to make me feel better anyway.

Another man came sprinting into the cell area, his gun out and pointed at me. His young eyes wide at the scene in front of him. I could hear the squeak of springs as Sam and Dean got of the bed behind me.

"Let her go!" The young police officer yelled at me. His voice high and scared, obviously not use to dealing with violent criminals.

I dropped the girls arms and backed away with my hands in the air, the clean towel clutched firmly in them. My heart beating painfully in my chest and my mouth going dry as what I'd just dared to do had hit me. The man looked from me to the woman who had almost flung herself into his arms when I'd let go. Together they backed out of the room, the gun never leaving me as they did.

"What the hell was that!?" Dean shouted at me as I turned to face the two brothers, both of their features were arranged in anger and surprise.

I held up my hand and opened it to reveal the rosary that I had taken off of Nancy. The men's face relaxed into smiles at the sight.

"We're sitting ducks in here and I don't like it. We needed something." I defended myself as both of the men smirked at me.

"Won't be hearing any complaints from me sweetheart, ya did good." Dean smiled at me as Sam took the rosary off me, also offering up a smile.

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