A/N: Kelly's POV. Takes place in chapter 30 and 31 of Caught in the Crossfire, during Michelle's arrest.

Chapter 26: Arrested (Kelly's POV)

"What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them."
― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

I'd driven home in a haze, exhausted after finishing a 10-hour shift at the diner. I climbed out of the car, grabbing my bag and pulling out my phone to check for any messages as I walked up the porch steps. The sun was still out but would be setting soon. I could hear arguing inside, which was not new, however as I saw over 10 missed calls from Jane on my phone, I rushed into the house. I spotted Chloe and Derek looking worried on the couch as I passed the living room, but continued to the kitchen where the angry voices were emanating from. Jane and Gambit were berating Logan, who was sitting at the table with a smug look on his face. Veronica was pacing nearby and Klaus was sitting on the counter watching everything with a look of bored amusement. Jane turned to me.

"Good, you are home. Michelle has been arrested."

My mind skidded to a halt at those words, "sorry, what?"

"Arrested. By men who these people tell me are 'police'."

"When did this happen?"

"Shortly after you left for work." Jane motioned to Logan. "This petulant child reported her."

I rounded the table at that, grabbing Logan by the front of his shirt, "you did WHAT?"

"She's a murderer. I am keeping us safe."

I punched him at that comment. I hadn't planned on it, but my panic and exhaustion bubbled and broke. Logan started bitching and calling me names but I ignored him.

"I need to call Sam and Dean. They'll know what to do." I said it more to myself as I tried to steady my hands to dial one of them.

Jane put a hand over mine, "I already have when I could not get you. They said they would be on their way and meet you at the police station, but they were a few hours away."

I felt relief at that. Sam and Dean had plenty of experience with being arrested and escaping. "Jane, when Eric wakes up, send him to meet me at the station. Tie up Logan, we'll deal with him when we're back. Gambit, Klaus, keep the kids calm or at least distracted. Veronica, you can work on arguments on why we should let Logan continue to stay here."

No one argued with me. I left the kitchen and changed quickly out of my diner uniform into jeans and a sweater. I was back in the car and on the road when I called Dean who put me on speaker.

"Hey, we're about 40 minutes out. Where are you?"

"On my way. I have an idea involving Eric. Don't freak out okay?"


When I arrived at the police station I was surprised at how small it was. Growing up in a large city, my only experience at a police station had been traumatic. That station was large, cold, busy, and dated. This station was similar but smaller, possibly smaller than our house. I'd only seen one other cop come through the front office as I sat and waited. When I had approached the receptionist, she gave me a cold once over telling me if I wasn't Michelle's lawyer, I wouldn't be seeing her. Another cop had finally come out to tell me that they were going to be transferring her back to Gainsboro where she was wanted for multiple counts of murder. They claimed they had already spoken with some FBI agents who would be assisting with the transfer. Now that everything around me was truly quiet, my panic and anxiety started to roll back in. Michelle had been held for over 8 hours, likely alone, and without any way to protect herself. This wasn't going to be good. I heard a familiar car rumble up outside and sighed in relief. Sam and Dean walked in shortly after, shooting me a discreet look before approaching the receptionist. She gave them a longer once over and a much warmer one than I had gotten. As they introduced themselves, Sam took the lead and was escorted back to where I suspected they were holding Michelle.

Dean asked the receptionist if anyone was there for the prisoner. When she motioned to me, he approached, keeping his back to her and using his body to block her from seeing me or my expressions. "We've got this, okay?" His eyes searched my face, "this will work."

"Dean, she's been here alone for over 8 hours...I should have checked my phone sooner…"

"Stop that. You would have been exactly where you are now anyway."

"We should have had a plan. This was always a risk..."

"We have a plan now and I can't believe I am thankful for that vamp again."

As my immediate panic over Michelle being arrested began to subside, I took a long look at Dean, fully appreciating the FBI suit. Even in the fluorescent lighting of the police station, he looked great. He caught me looking at him and gave me a funny look, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Hmmm, like what?" I raised my eyebrows innocently, appreciating the distraction.

"Really? The monkey suit does it for you? You do realize your friend is locked up, right?"

I shot a glance over the receptionist who was watching us closely before whispering back, "Like you said. It's going to be okay. Besides you clean up very well, Mr. Winchester."

He smiled at that and leaned down to my ear whispering back, "when we get back-"

He was cut off by Sam clearing his throat. He was holding Michelle next to him, who was still in handcuffs, ready for "transport'. She looked terrified and exhausted.

Dean turned to me, speaking loudly enough for the receptionist to hear. "Miss, I suggest you get your friend here a lawyer."

I played up a glare for the sake of the receptionist. While Eric was going to use glamour, we needed to do what we could to make them think that they had properly processed the "transfer". Sam escorted Michelle out of the station, followed closely by Dean. I waited in the reception area until Eric came in and got to work. I took my leave then and headed out to find the boys and Michelle, who was now out of cuffs, at the Impala. She was radiating anger as I approached.

"I'm going to kill Logan."

"Bold of you to assume that Jane hasn't already. I did punch him for you though."


Michelle had bolted into the house before the Impala had even come to a full stop. After a brief argument between Sam and me, I agreed to let him talk with her first. Dean and I were on the porch, in part to wait for Eric to return, but mostly to avoid going into the house. I wasn't sure who was more ready to beat the daylights out of Logan at this point. Dean was filling me in on more of what had happened the day they lost Adam and the drive back from California. Cas was still missing, but Dean was optimistic about finding him again. In fact, his demeanour was a 180 from when I last saw him at Bobby's. It gave me some hope that if he could find faith again, things might just work out.

That uplifting thought was brief, however, as Sam came out on the porch. He stopped short seeing Dean and me there, clearly expecting to have been alone. His cheek was red, even in the night. He looked both distraught and exhausted.

Dean leaned forward to examine Sam's cheek, "what the hell happened to you?"

"Michelle. She's…" Sam looked from Dean to me, "she ended it. Kicked me out. I don't know what happened at the police station, but she's not handling it okay. She wouldn't tell me anything though."

"Fuck Sam. I'm sorry. She probably didn't mean it. She's just traumatized. I need to go check on her." I motioned to Sam's cheek, "there should be ice in the freezer for that."

Dean looked to Sam, "I'll grab it for ya. You just...hang here."

Dean followed me into the house, leaving Sam alone on the porch. Dean was headed to the kitchen, but I pulled him back. "There should also be some whisky in the cupboard. Sam looks like he needs it. The good stuff is hidden above the fridge."

"You might need some too. I'll be outside, with Sammy, if you come back down."