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Sam and Dean are in line for food inside the cafeteria, "You sure about this?" Dean leans over, whispering.
Sam glances at him, "Pretty sure."
Dean nods, "Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I'd like a little better than 'pretty sure'."
Sam holds out his plate which is piled on with food haphazardly, "Okay, really pretty sure." He answers, walking away.
"I'd like mine al dente." Dean smiles.
The server plonks spaghetti noodles and sauce on Dean's tray. Dean grimaces, "Perfect."
Dean walks to a table at which the very large prisoner is sitting, "Save room for dessert, Tiny. Heh heh heh." Dean sits down across from Tiny.
Isabeau watches from the sidelines and rolls her eyes. What were her boyfriends up to now?
"Hey, I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice that you are two tons of fun. Just curious – is it like a thyroid problem, or is it some deep seated self-esteem issue?" Dean asks.
Sam is on his feet nearby, watching. Isabeau narrows her eyes at Sam.
"'Cause, you know, they're, uh they're just doughnuts. They're not love." Dean says.
Sam is now standing near two guards and Isabeau who is on his other side. Sam turns his head to Isabeau, who is watching on curiously.
Tiny smiles, then suddenly shoves his tray towards Dean and punches him in the face, making Dean go flying to the ground.
The Warden walks around a corner near the two guards. Isabeau takes a deep breath, shoving her hand in her pants pocket where her rosary was and fiddles with them nervously. She knew she couldn't jump in too soon.
Dean gets up and hits Tiny three times, but his punches seem to have no impact. Tiny grabs the front of Dean's prison jumpsuit and Dean headbutts Tiny.
Dean steps back with a hand to his head and a guard puts his baton around Tiny's neck from behind. Tiny picks up the guard and throws him down on the table.
"Guys, give me a hand." The Warden commands the guard next to him.
The Warden and two guards who were standing near Sam hurry over as Tiny punches Dean again and grabs him from behind. During the struggle, Sam looks over and locks eyes with Isabeau, gesturing with his head for her to follow.
She nods and the two slip into the kitchen. "Sam, you better have a plan." Isabeau says, keeping a look out for anyone in the kitchen.
Sam chuckles, "Yeah, I just needed you to do it." He grabs a salt shaker, shoving it in his jumpsuit pocket.
"One more thing." Sam hooks his arm around Isabeau's waist, pulling her into his chest and pressing his lips against hers.
Isabeau smiles into the kiss, gabbing a fistful of the collar of his jumpsuit, pulling him even closer. She bites his bottom lip as they pull away, "I should dress in uniform more often." She jokes.
She pats his chest, "Come on. We don't have a lot of time."
Sam shakes his head fondly, placing a kiss on her temple before finding a vent and climbing into it with Isabeau following.
The guards finally succeed at pulling Tiny away from Dean. Dean falls to the floor and another guard helps him up, and the Warden grabs Dean's face, "If we'd waited any longer, you'd be dead." The Warden lets go of his face.
"You waited long enough." Dean groans.
The Warden shoves his baton into Dean's stomach. Dean doubles over and the Warden grabs the back of his head, "Do yourself a favor. Don't. Talk."
He lets go of Dean's head and speaks to the guards, "Take them both up to the infirmary."
Sam is lowering himself down into a hallway in the old cellblock. He lands with a grunt and looks up, holding his arms out to help Isabeau. His hands grip Isabeau's waist as he gently helps her down to the ground.
"Thanks." Isabeau simply says and they make their way through the hallway.
They open a cell door and lift the cover on the bed, revealing a large bloodstain.
Isabeau grimaces as Sam sprinkles salt from the shaker he stole from the cafeteria. "You got lighter fluid?" Sam asks.
Isabeau scoffs, pulling out a small bottle of lighter fluid, "When do I not?" She pours the fluid over the blood stain and then holds out her hand, creating a small ball of fire.
She tosses the ball of fire onto the bloodstain and it instantly catches on fire. She sighs, "Alright, let's get you back before anyone notices."
Inside the infirmary, Dean and Tiny are in adjacent cells with wire fence walls and a curtain between them, "Hey, Tiny." Dean calls out.
Tiny picks his head up, "Yeah?"
"Hey, sorry about the things I was saying earlier. I can't really tell you why, but I had to get you angry. So, uh... Anyway, sorry." Dean apologizes.
"It's okay. Truth is, I have low self-esteem issues. My old man treated me and my brother like crap, right up till the day he died." Tiny informs.
"How'd he die?" Dean asks.
"My brother shot him." Tiny answers.
Dean nods, "Okay."
Dean sees the ghost of a woman standing on the other side of a fenced-off area of the infirmary. The clock on the wall reads 8:45 and the second hand is at 12, "Oh, crap."
"What is it?" Tiny asks.
Dean gets off his bed, looks around for something to use against the ghost and rattles the door of his cell as the ghost walks through the fence she was standing behind. The time on the clock hasn't changed.
"What's going on?" Tiny asks, confused.
Dean grabs a salt shaker from a tray at the end of his bed. The ghost comes closer and Dean is flung back against the wall. He falls to the floor with a groan.
"What is it?" Tiny asks again.
The ghost is now standing over Dean. She puts a hand to his chest and he groans in pain as she breathes out and her breath is visible.
Dean flings salt at her and she disappears. He lies back, clutching his chest and groaning in pain.
"Oh! No! Noooo!" Tiny screams inarticulately.
"Tiny!" Dean gets to his feet and can see Tiny's shape through the curtain as he slides down the fenced wall of his cell, "Tiny!"
Dean slams the door of his cell and kicks it, "Guard! Guard!" He shouts.
Sam and Dean are walking across the rec yard, "Wait. So you're telling me it wasn't Moody?" Sam asks.
"Not unless he liked going around dressed like a nurse. Poor Tiny, man. Poor giant Tiny." Dean says.
"Wait, so this is – this is, like the ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?"
Dean shakes his head, "I don't know, man. I guess."
Sam holds his hand out, "You know what, Dean, at this point, "I don't know, I guess" isn't working for me. See, uh, I thought we were done. I called Deacon and Isabeau. It's happening. We're getting out tonight."
"I guess we got to do some quick research, then." Dean concludes.
"How? I mean, maybe you haven't noticed ... we're in jail." Sam reminds him.
Sam and Dean are talking to Randall, who shakes his head, "So you want to know about some nurse?"
Sam nods.
"Why you want to know?" Randall asks.
"Well, we got our reasons. But, uh... we'll make it worth your while." Dean says, and shows Randall a pack of cigarettes, which he takes.
"So, this nurse, she would have had white hair, one screwed up eye – is that ringing a bell?" Dean asks.
Randall nods, "Yeah. Yeah, I remember her."
"You remember her name?"
"No, that's still kind of fuzzy." Randall answers.
Sam exhales, slightly amused. Him and Dean look at each other. Sam shrugs, "Give it to him."
"I earned these."
"Dean." Sam gives him a scolding look.
Dean begrudgingly hands Randall another pack of cigarettes.
Randall takes it, "Glockner. Nurse Glockner. Nasty old bitch worked here in the '70s."
"You knew her?" Sam asks.
Randall shakes his head, "I met her once. Had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through the other side of my arm. At least I got out of there alive."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, there were these stories. I don't know if they were true. Cons love to talk, but we're all liars." Randall says.
"What kind of stories?" Dean asks.
"Guys would go up to the infirmary with a cold. Next thing you know, they're in a body bag. A whole rash of heart attacks – young guys, old guys." Randall explains.
"Heart attacks?" Sam repeats.
"Yeah. Story was Glockner had it out for cons and she did this, uh, Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic. Anyway, that was the rumor. Nobody ever proved anything." Randall shakes his head.
"Whatever happened to Glockner?" Dean asks.
Randall shrugs, "I don't know. I finished my bit and left. Next time I landed back in here, she was gone."
Sam and Dean are sitting at a small table in the dining area. "Okay, so let's say those stories on Glockner were true." Sam says.
Dean nods, "It's a thought. You know, in life, she's a vigilante. In death, same thing."
"Right." Sam continues, "But then how's she tied in with the old cellblock? And if she's going after cons, why kill that one guard?"
"I did hear in the yard that that guard wasn't exactly squeaky clean, so, maybe she's going after anybody that breaks a law. Like me." Dean hypothesizes.
Sam blinks, "You 'heard in the yard'?"
Dean nods, "Yeah."
Sam scoffs, "Dean, does it... bother you at all, how easily you seem to fit in here?"
Dean shakes his head, "No, not really."
"All right. Well, listen, either way, we need more info on Glockner. If - if she's buried. If so, where? And, we got five hours to get it." Sam says.
Dean gives him a look and Sam immediately fights back, "No, no. Don't give me that look. Don't give me that "we got to see this thing through" look. We are leaving tonight, no matter what."
"I just don't want to let Deacon down, that's all. We do owe him." Dean says.
Sam shakes his head, "Yeah, but we don't owe him our lives, Dean. Isabeau doesn't need to be here any longer than she has to be. She's also risking her life by being here. The only woman in a prison full of men."
Dean's hands clench briefly at the thought of Isabeau being stuck in a place like this. He knew she was strong but they could never take that risk for too long.
After a few moments, Dean gets up.
"Where you going?" Sam asks.
Dean stops, "I'm gonna go talk with our lawyer."
Sam sighs, hitting the table with his knuckle.
Mara and Dean talking on phone handsets while sitting on opposite sides of a glass window. "You want me to what?" Mara asks, confused.
"Her name was Glockner. Okay, she worked here as a nurse in the '70s. Now, I need you to find out everything you can about her, but, most importantly how she died and where she's buried." Dean informs.
Mara looks at him in disbelief, "Are you nuts? Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you're in here?"
Dean purses his lips, "I have a vague notion."
Mara nods, "Good. So let's forget about some random nurse and talk about your case."
"Mara. It's Mara, right?" Dean asks.
She nods, "Yeah."
Dean nods, "I get that you're trying to help me, okay? I do, but believe me when I say that this is the best way that you can help."
"Really? How? Explain that to me." Mara asks.
Dean shakes his head, "I wish I could, but I can't. I'm just gonna have to ask you to trust me on this."
"Why should I? Henriksen says you're a monster." Mara says.
"I'm a monster? I'm – " Dean laughs, "Well, he's wrong, okay? I'm not what they say I am."
"Everybody says that." Mara jabs.
"Yeah. Look, if you're as smart a P.D. as I think you are, then you can tell with just one look whether or not your clients are guilty, okay, just like that. So I want you to look at me, really look, and you tell me – am I guilty?" Dean pauses, "We're not the bad guys."
Mara huffs out a small laugh, "I see why Fitzgerald defended you and your brother."
Dean smiles softly at Isabeau's name, "Yeah, you talked to her?"
Mara tilts her head at Dean's reaction, "Yeah… I had to. Henriksen thought she was missing. He was worried about her."
Dean hums, "How do they know each other?"
"From what I know, they worked together back when Fitzgerald first became an officer. He's quite fond of her." Mara explains.
Dean nods, his fist clenching.
Sam is walking across the red yard. He sees Dean enter the yard and holds up a hand to catch his attention, "She go for it?" He asks.
Dean shakes his head, "No. No, not so much. But, uh, maybe she'll still come around." He didn't mention Henriksen being buddies with Isabeau. That was a conversation for all three of them.
"Well, we can't wait around to find out." Sam says.
"We could give it another day." Dean suggests.
Sam shakes his head, "No, no, no. We're leaving tonight, and that's it."
"So we're not gonna finish the job, we're just gonna let these people die?" Dean says bitterly.
"Don't give me that, all right? This was your stupid plan. I went along with it, but we're sticking to the plan, Dean." Sam fights back.
Dean nods, "Okay. Uh, you leave. I'm gonna stay."
Dean starts to walk away.
"Hey, don't turn away. Don't turn away from me!" Sam follows, pissed.
Dean glances back, "Screw you."
"What?! Screw you!" Sam grabs Dean's shoulder and spins him around. Dean pushes Sam back. Isabeau grabs Sam from behind, cuffing him and the Warden grabs Dean as another guard rushes in.
"All right, hard case. I see the usual methods ain't gonna work with you." The Warden says, letting Dean go so the other guard could handcuff him. He looks at Sam, "You too, sweetheart."
A guard takes hold of Dean's arms from behind and the Warden walks in between the two brothers, letting Isabeau guide Sam inside.
The guard marches Dean and Sam into a large room, the Warden and Isabeau following.
The guard lets them go and turns toward the Warden. "Take off. We want to handle this alone." The Warden orders.
The guard nods and leaves.
Sam looks wary as the guard leaves.
The Warden steps menacingly close to Dean, then smiles and puts a hand on the side of Dean's neck. Isabeau smiles, fishing out her keys.
Dean chuckles, "Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man."
The Warden, Deacon, turns Dean so he can take off his handcuffs, "Sorry, Dean. I thought I was going easy on you." Dean chuckles, his cuffs coming off and Deacon continues, "Just, uh, trying to make it look real."
"Yeah. Well, mission accomplished." Dean comments.
Isabeau chuckles walking up to Sam, "Turn around, Stretch."
Sam complies, letting her take off the handcuffs, "Thanks."
Sam turns back around and the three stare at each other. Isabeau takes a deep breath, "Come here you two." She pulls the two brothers into a group hug and Sam and Dean both equally squeeze her in their hold.
It felt good to be in each other's arms again. Deacon watches them with a smile, "Played a pretty good guard there, Isabeau."
Isabeau chuckles, pulling away from her boyfriends and shrugs, "Eh, thought I could be a little tougher."
Deacon nudges her arm playfully, "So, is it over?" He asks them.
Sam shakes his head, "No. Turns out, it wasn't Moody."
Isabeau's shoulders drop at the news, "You're kidding?"
Sam sends her an apologetic look.
"What?" Deacon asks.
"Yeah." Sam confirms.
"Then who?" Isabeau crosses her arms.
"Uh, we think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're still shy on all the intel we need." Sam explains.
Isabeau huffs, rubbing her temple, "Great."
"Which is why we should stick around until we find it." Dean repeats himself.
"Oh, hey guys." Deacon takes an envelope out of his jacket pocket.
Sam turns to his brother, annoyed, "You want to have this fight for real, Dean? We gotta go."
"I'm just say–" Dean starts.
"We gotta go now!" Sam exclaims.
"Guys." Deacon tries to interrupt, but fails. This time, Isabeau is rubbing her temple because of the two men in front of her.
Sam continues, "We're leaving, Dean. Otherwise, we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee, with Henriksen as company."
Dean shakes his head, "Oh, come on."
Isabeau clears her throat, shouting, "Guys!"
Both brothers turn to her simultaneously, "What?!"
Isabeau's eyes widen and she holds out her keys threateningly, "See these?" She jingles the keys, "For the both of you if you guys don't stop fighting."
Deacon chuckles at Isabeau and looks at the boys, "Your lawyer left this for you." Deacon holds up the envelope and Dean takes it.
Dean chuckles, "Heh heh. Would you look at that. Man, I am freaking velvety smooth." Dean winks at Isabeau who just shakes her head fondly at him. She was impressed.
"You want to, maybe, open it up after, you know, you're done patting yourself on the back?" Sam asks.
Deacon is watching Sam, smiling. He leans over to Isabeau, "You deal with this everyday?"
Isabeau shrugs, "Yeah, but it's worth it."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Dean opens the envelope and reads, "Wow."
"What? You want to share with the class, Dean?" Sam asks, jokingly.
"Glockner died in the old cellblock after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising. She got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell and gave her a severe cerebral edema." Dean informs them.
Isabeau grimaces, "Someone bashed her head in."
Dean nods, "Yeah."
"Does it say where she's buried?" Sam asks.
"Yep."
Deacon nods, "All right, then, let's get you the hell out of here." Deacon walks over to the wall, the three of them following.
"Don't worry, Deacon. We'll get rid of this thing." Dean reassures.
Deacon removes a vent cover on a wall, "Good, 'cause I want it out of my prison."
The three of them nod and Deacon walks back over to them, "Boys, uh... I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot but you still came through. Your daddy... raised you right."
Sam nods, "Well, we owed you."
Dean and Isabeau look at Sam.
Deacon nods, and looks over at Isabeau, "And thank you, little lady, for being my right hand. I'll say this, you're good at your job. Hunting and being a fake cop."
Isabeau shrugs sheepishly and waves a dismissive hand, "It was nothing, really. Glad I could put my fake credentials to good use."
Deacon smiles, "Yeah." He pulls Isabeau into a hug, then does the same to Sam and Dean, "Hope to see you again, huh? Just... not in here, okay?"
Sam chuckles, "Yeah, we'll do our best."
"Right." Dean says at the same time.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean head for the vent, then Dean turns back to Deacon, "Oh... Where do you want it?"
"What?" Deacon asks, confused.
Dean smiles.
Deacon smiles back, knowing what Dean meant, "Yeah, um…" He points to his cheek.
Dean pulls back his arm to swing a punch.
Deacon holds up a hand, "Um... Make it look real, son."
Dean chuckles and punches Deacon.
Outside the prison, Dean, Isabeau and Sam climb over railings outside the prison to the car.
"Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes." Dean says as he runs his hand along the impala. He and Sam open the driver and passenger doors and take off their prison jackets.
Isabeau takes off her guard jacket and also undoes the buttons of her shirts, slipping it off to reveal a black tank top underneath.
"You know, I almost wish I could see Henriksen's face." Dean says.
Isabeau bites her lip as she rolls up her shirt and jacket, tossing it into the backseat and grabbing her leather jacket instead.
"Really? 'Cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again. I mean, we're not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?" Sam says tightly.
Sam and Dean put on their own jackets over their prison jumpsuits as Isabeau slips on her own leather jacket.
"Yeah." Dean agrees.
An alarm sounds and a red light above one of the prison doors starts to flash. Isabeau swears, "Shit."
"Good point." Dean says, sliding into the driver's seat. Sam let's Isabeau get in first and quickly slides in after her, the three of them driving away.
Deacon is sitting at a table where Henriksen is leaning over the other side of the table and Reidy is standing nearby.
"I told you. One of them came up behind me." Deacon repeats himself.
"You let them get the drop on you." Henriksen says, not believing anything.
Deacon nods, "Yeah. I screwed up, all right? What do you want me to say?"
"I want to know where they're headed." Henriksen answers.
"How the hell would I know?"
"Let's start over again." Henriksen nods.
"For God's sake." Deacon stands up.
Henriksen walks around the table to stand face-to-face with him, angry, "Again. I want to know everything they did today, from the minute they woke up."
Deacon stares at him, "Got up. Breakfast. Visiting hours. Rec time."
Henriksen tilts his head, "Any visitors?"
"Just their lawyer."
Henriksen and Reidy exchange a look.
Mara is sitting in Henriksen and Reidy's office. "It's an easy question. What did you and Dean talk about?" Henriksen asks.
"I have already told you. It was a private conversation between me and my client." Mara says.
Henriksen leans on a desk, "Right, and just three hours later he just happened to bust out. Now, tell me, what he said."
Sam and Dean are taking shovels and bags out of the trunk of the impala as Isabeau holds a ball of fire in her hand for a light source. They are all wearing their normal clothes; though Isabeau still had her braids in, not wanting to waste time by undoing them.
They set off across the cemetery. "We got to move it. If Henriksen gets to the lawyer…" Sam trails off.
"I thought she couldn't say anything – you know, that whole lawyer-client privilege thing." Dean says.
Isabeau shakes her head, scoffing, "The privilege doesn't apply, Dean."
Dean glances at her, "So she'll talk?"
Isabeau nods, "She has to."
Dean groans, "Oh, that's freaking super."
Mara crosses her arms as Henriksen speaks to her, pissed, "Let me make this simple. You don't come clean, I will put you on the hook for aiding and abetting."
Mara raises her hands in disbelief, "Oh, that – that is ridiculous."
"You don't think that I can? You think this is some kind of game, lady? I am the last person on planet earth you want to screw with. Now, tell me what he said." Henriksen exclaims.
Mara sighs, "He wanted me to do some research. On a prison nurse that died in 1976."
Henriksen pushes off from the desk, confused, "What? Why?"
Mara shakes her head, "I don't know."
"What else?" Henriksen asks.
"They wanted to know where she was buried."
"Did you find out where?"
Mara nods, "Yeah."
"Did you tell them?" Henriksen asks.
"Yeah." Mara says again.
Henriksen takes a seat on his desk, "Tell me." Henriksen orders.
Mara stares at him.
Four police vehicles drive past the sign for Mountainside Cemetery.
Isabeau is standing over a grave holding her ball of fire while Sam and Dean are in the grave digging. The headstone in front of her reads "Dolores Glockner 1934 – 1976."
Many armed officers and Henriksen get out of the vehicles.
Sam and Dean reach the coffin and look up at Isabeau. "Got her." Sam says.
Deacon is washing his face at a row of sinks. The clock on the wall reads 8:33. The second hand advances two seconds, then stops moving.
The lights flicker and Deacon's breath becomes visible. He exhales again and turns around to see the ghost of Nurse Glockner is right in front of him. She opens her mouth wide and yells.
With a jerk of her head, the ghost sends Deacon flying across the room.
The officers, Henriksen and Reidy move quickly through the cemetery.
Now out of the grave, Sam salts Nurse Glockner's corpse and Dean pours on lighter fluid.
The officers, Henriksen and Reidy continue to move through the cemetery.
Deacon is on the floor. He turns over onto his back and the ghost moves closer to him. She puts a hand on his chest and he gasps, his body is shaking.
"You let those two go." The ghost rasps out.
Deacon's mouth is now wide open and his body jerks.
Isabeau smirks as she throws her ball of fire onto the corpse, letting it go up in flames as the three watch.
Dark veins spread across Deacon's face and he groans.
The ghost stands, and gasps, and goes up in flames.
When she's gone, the dark veins disappear from Deacon's face and he coughs, leaning up on an elbow.
The three watch the corpse burn, and each brother puts an arm around Isabeau; Dean's arm around her waist and Sam's arm over her shoulders.
The officers, Henriksen and Reidy are still searching the cemetery.
"Are you sure this is the right damn cemetery?" Henriksen asks Reidy.
"She said Mountainside. Mountainside Cemetery." Reidy responds.
The three are hurrying back to the impala, passing by a sign that reads, 'Green Valley Cemetery'.
Mara leaves the police station and walks to her car, smiling triumphantly.
Henriksen nods and smiles slightly in frustration. The Winchester's slipped through his fingers once again.
Dean, Isabeau and Sam put their equipment in the trunk of the impala and walk to the driver's and passenger's doors.
"You thought we were screwed before?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, I know. We got to go deep this time." Dean says.
Isabeau scoffs, shoving her hands in her pockets, "'Deep,' Dean? You two should go to Yemen."
"Ooh, I'm – I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep. And you'd be coming with us, sweetheart." Dean says with a smile.
Isabeau shakes her head, sliding into the impala, Sam and Dean following suit. Dean starts up the impala and the three of them drive away.
Dean clears his throat, "So you and Henriksen."
Isabeau winces, closing her eyes at Dean bringing him up.
Sam looks over in confusion at Dean, "What about Isabeau and Henriksen?"
Dean glances over at her as she plays with her rosary that she put back around her wrist, "Beau?"
Isabeau takes a breath, "Well…"
Isabeau groans as she falls backwards into Dean's chest. She was laying ontop of Dean as they lay longways on the front seat of the impala. "So, after a few cases after becoming an "honorary officer", I had a case with Henriksen." She starts as Sam leans back against the backseat passenger door, facing his brother and girlfriend.
Dean wraps his arms around Isabeau's middle, "So you guys met when you were only, what, 20?" Dean asks.
Isabeau winces, "19 actually. I was in town and the sheriff asked if I could help out. Of course Henriksen and I met and we worked well together. Nothing happened!" She quickly says.
Sam blinks, "I hope not, the guy is like 20 years older than us."
Isabeau nods, "And has ex wives." She waves her hand, "But, anyway. We got close in the friendship way. I guess you can say he sort of saw me as like a daughter figure? He was impressed that I could do what I could at such a young age and respected me."
She starts undoing her braid on her left side, "We sort of lost contact though he always checked in if I was working a case near his office."
Isabeau frowns, "The irony in all of this. I'm just glad I never told him about my childhood with you guys. Now that would raise some red flags."
She fully undoes the first half of her french braids. She goes to undo the other half but Dean beats her to it, undoing it himself.
Sme smiles a little, finding it cute that Dean was concentrating at undoing her hair. She never really did her hair in any styles, always leaving it down and natural. So, having tight braids in her hair sort of hurt and she wanted to undo them desperately.
Sam nods, "Think he suspects anything?" He asks.
Isabeau purses her lips, "I don't think so. I still need to call him at some point to let him know that I'm fine and working some random case in Sioux Falls. Oh…" She trails off as Dean's fingers massage her scalp when he fully undoes the other braid.
Dean chuckles as she leans into his touch, humming in content. "That feels… so good." Isabeau closes her eyes with a smile.
Sam smiles, "We should get some sleep and then head out when the sun comes up."
Isabeau hums, curling into Dean's chest as his fingers still massage her scalp, "Sounds good to me."
Dean's eyes soften as he continues his actions, lulling Isabeau to sleep.
So, not my favorite so far, but I still think I did a pretty good job on it. Excited for the next episode, I'm basically rewriting it and I am loving all the little notes that I'm making on it so far.
Feedback is my motivation.
Hope you all enjoyed!