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This one is for you Mayrem! I tried to do it in chronological order instead of flashbacks like the actual episode does so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 29- The Great Escape

"Here you go," Sam said as he handed Dean a coffee and me a cup of tea as we sat at a table outside the small bistro.

I slowly lifted my head off the table to grab my tea and try to look awake, I hated being sick. For the past week I hadn't been doing anything but sneezing and coughing. At first I thought it was just a normal everyday cold, now I'm starting to think it's more like the flu and to top it all off it was that time of the month and the cramps were almost unbearable. Not to mention I have been wearing my knee brace ever since the Holmes' incident. I had made up my mind, God hated me.

"Anthony Giles," Dean stated as he handed the newspaper over to Sam.

"Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam questioned.

"He's a Baltimore lawyer working late in his office, check it out," Dean replied as he took the pen he had been chewing on out of his mouth to take a sip of coffee.

"Uh…throat was slit but the room was clean…huh…no DNA, no prints," Sam read.

"Keep reading it get better," Dean instructed.

"Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant," Sam read on.

"So, I'm thinking either someone tampered with the tapes…" Dean started.

"Or it's an invisible killer," I finished before starting another coughing fit.

"You know you really don't sound good," Sam commented, "Maybe you're coming down with something."

"Thank you caption obvious," I scoffed as I blew my nose in a napkin.

"I'm serious," Sam sighed.

"Yeah me too…I think I'm allergic to you," I answered causing Dean to laugh until he got Sam's famous bitch face.

"So, anyways…what do you think, Scully? Want to check it out?" Dean asked Sam.

"I'm not Scully, Leah's Scully," Sam protested.

"Do I look like a ginger to you?" I questioned as I swallowed a handful of Ibuprofen.

"Maybe we should just lay low for a few days, you don't seem to be getting any better," Sam commented looking at me again like I was a sick four year old.

"I'm fine," I said standing up and turning to Dean, "Come on Mulder let's go check it out."

"You two watch too much TV," Sam sighed.

By the time we made it to Baltimore, Maryland I was pretty sure I was now running a fever but there was no way I was staying behind in the motel room so I got dressed in a nice skirt, a blazer and even stockings so I could go with the boys to talk to Karen Giles, the victim's wife.

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"Insurance…I totally forgot about the insurance," Karen said on the verge of tears as we all sat around her dining room table.

"We're very sorry to bother you right now but the company is required to conduct its own investigation, you understand," Sam said sounding as sympathetic as he could but since I had heard him say it so many times in the past it just sounded like a recording to me.

"Sure," she nodded.

"Ok, if you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died," Sam continued.

"Uh, Tony and I were just supposed to have dinner. He called and said he was having computer troubles and that he had to work late…that was it," she replied softly.

"Do you have any idea who could have done this?" Dean asked.

"No. No, it's like I told the police, I…I have no idea."

"Did Tony mention anything, you know, unusual to you in the days before his death?" I asked trying to speed this along all I wanted was a hot shower and a bed.

"Unusual…"

"Yeah, like strange?" I asked again. I was getting aggravated it was like I was speaking another language.

"Strange?"

"You know, Karen, weird? Weird noises…uh…visions, anything like that?" I asked nastily earning me a kick under the table from Sam.

"He had a nightmare before he died."

"What kind of nightmare?" Dean questioned.

"He said that he woke up in the middle of the night and there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed, he blinked and she was gone…I mean it was just a nightmare."

"Did he say what she looked like?" I asked as nice as I could.

"What the hell difference does it make what she looked like?"

"Well it would make a great deal of a difference is she decided…" I started until Dean cut me off.

"Our company is just very thorough."

"He said she was pale and she had dark red eyes."

"I think we have everything we need, thank you very much for your time," Sam said as we stood up to leave.

As we walked to the car I massaged my temples in hopes of relieving the massive headache I had.

"You sure you're alright?" Dean questioned as he opened the driver's side door.

"Oh God not you too," I sighed as I slid into the backseat.

"It's just well…you look like death," Dean stated as he started up the car.

"Why thank you, you sure know how to make a girl go weak at the knees," I said as I leaned my head against the cool window.

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"You know part of breaking in, is being quiet," Sam whispered as I had another coughing fit while picking the lock of Anthony Giles' office door.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah let's just have a look around," I waved him off as I walked into the office.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, you know, except the huge blood stain on the floor from where he was killed.

"So, what's the police report say again?" I asked Sam as Dean and I looked around.

"Throat slit so deep part of his spinal cord was visible," Sam read off the report.

"What do you think vengeful spirit?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah if you underline vengeful…maybe that woman he saw had something to do with it," I replied.

"But if he saw her at the end of his bed why did she kill him in the office?" Sam asked.

"I don't know I'm not a ghost whisperer but since you apparently have the shining why don't you try and contact her and ask her," I sneered.

"Would you two knock it off and take a look at this," Dean said as he handed us paper from the printer with the word 'danashulps' repeated over and over.

"Dana Shulps…what's that a name?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know but it's everywhere," Dean answered holding up a few more pages.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," I muttered earning a laugh from Dean.

"Would you stop with the Jack Nicholson references," Sam complained.

I rolled my eyes at the comment and took a seat behind the desk. At first I thought there was just some finger smudges on the glass top but as I leaned over and breathed on the glass 'danashulps' appeared.

"I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird," I said as the steam from my breath evaporated and the letters once again became invisible.

"Maybe Giles knew her," Dean suggested.

"Or maybe it's the name of our pale red-eyed mystery girl," I shrugged before sneezing.

"Bless you," Sam sighed handing me a tissue.

"Well, let's see what we can find," Dean said as he walked over to one of the filing cabinets and started flipping through it.

"Let me search the computer," Sam said walking behind the desk.

"No, go take the other cabinet I got it," I said as I tried to crack his password.

"Come on Le, you can barely keep your eyes open just go relax in one of the chairs," Sam tried again.

"What an idiot," I laughed shaking my head.

"Excuse me?" Sam questioned starting to get angry.

"No, no, no, not you, I meant Giles his password was, you ready for this…password," I said smiling as the home screen appeared, "now go check the other cabinet."

I scanned every file I could but there wasn't anything to find, I even got so bored as to look for personal things he might have had on the computer but there was nothing. So I went on the internet to see what else I could find out about the case.

"There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere," Dean grumbled as he slammed the drawer close on the filing cabinet, "There's not a D. Shulps or any other kind of friggin' Shulps."

"Great," I said resting my head on my hand as I played a game of minesweeper.

"What do you got?" Sam asked.

"Nothing on the computer itself and no Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least," I answered closing out the game.

"Well, now what?" Sam questioned.

"Talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps person," I suggested as I walked around the desk and headed for the door but Dean grabbed my arm and put his hand on my forehead.

"You are burning up," he stated, "You are going back to the motel and Sam and I will go talk to Karen."

Sam must have seen me getting ready to fight being left behind so he quickly spoke up, "we will even stop and bring you back ice cream."

I stared at both of them for a minute before sighing and giving in, "It better be strawberry ice cream."

"With whipped cream and a cherry on top, we know."

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Once we got back to the motel Dean insisted on coming in and checking my temperature before they left and Sam went to the front desk for an extra blanket.

"102.1," Dean read off the thermometer with a sigh.

"Here put these on," Sam said walking into the room with three extra blankets.

"Sammy, you're going to smother me," I whined as he piled the blankets on top of me.

"You know we could go see Karen in the morning when you are feeling better," Dean said as he took a seat next to me on the bed.

"That sounds like a great plan," Sam said as he sat down to start taking his shoes off.

"No, no plan," I said sitting up, "If you two aren't going then I will."

"No, we can handle it," Dean said pushing me slightly so I had to lie back down.

"Fine, just promise you will sleep," Sam said with his arms crossed like a defiant teenager.

"I'm not going anywhere…just don't forget my ice cream!"

Finally I got them to leave and I curled up on one of the beds under the many layers of blankets that Sam was adamant about me having on. I fell asleep watching an old episode of 'I love Lucy' and I don't know how long I slept for but I woke up to an episode of 'Happy Days'. I did a quick survey of the room to see if the boys had come back yet but seeing as they were still gone I shuffled my way to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror and just shook my head, Dean was right I looked like death. I had dark circles forming under my eyes, I was as white as the bed sheets and my nose was so raw from blowing it I was starting to look like Rudolph. I walked out of the bathroom to grab some clean clothes to change into when a SWAT team busted in the door.

"Going somewhere, Leah?" a blonde cop pointed her gun at me.

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I'm going to kill them…I'm going to kill them nice, slow and painful, I thought as I sat in an interrogation room. 'We can do this by ourselves' they said 'all you need to worry about is sleeping' they said, I thought as the cop who arrested me walked in the room and set a cup of tea in front of me.

"Thought you might be thirsty."

"Ok, so you're the good cop, where's the bad cop?" I asked.

"Oh, he's with your brother Dean right now, just got done with Sam."

"Ok and you're holding us why?" I questioned.

"Well, Dean is being held on suspicion of murder, Sam an accessory and you…we'll see."

"Murder?!" I exclaimed loudly.

"You sound genuinely surprised or are you that good of an actress?"

"Who was he supposed to have murdered?!" I yelled quickly losing my patience; I figured they got picked up for breaking and entering but murder?

"We'll get around to that."

"Well, you can't just hold us here without formal charges!" I yelled.

"Well actually we can for forty eight hours, can't sweet talk your way out of this one. I know all about you Leah," she said as she opened a file and started reading, "You're twenty two years old, no job, no home address. Your mother died when you were a baby and your father's whereabouts are unknown."

I didn't say anything I just stared at her hoping she would somehow magically disappear.

"Shy? No problem, I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you were a straight A student, graduated a year early and got into Stanford with a full ride. Yet, you never went with your brother Sam. About a year ago there was a fire in his apartment in Palo Alto with one fatality, Jessica Moore, his girlfriend. After she died he fell off the grid and left everything behind. Last we have heard from you was in Ohio with one count of assault and one count of indecent exposure but that was three years ago and we haven't been able to pin you down until now."

"I'm taking a road trip with my brothers," I answered simply not wanting to confirm or deny anything.

"How's that going for you?"

"Great, I mean we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental U.S., it was awesome," I smiled knowing that would have been the same thing Dean and Sam would have answered.

"We ran your brothers' fingerprints through AFIS."

"Ok," I shrugged.

"Got over a dozen possible hits."

"Possible hits…which make them worthless!" I retorted. Sure, Sammy was the pre-law major but we had enough run-ins with the cops that I knew my rights. Besides the fact that Dean and I loved watching Judge Judy whenever we got the chance.

"But it makes you wonder, what are we going to find when we run your prints?"

"Yeah well, be sure to let me know," I smiled as I picked up the tea she sat in front of me earlier and gave it a quick sniff before taking a sip.

"Leah, you seem like a good kid, it's not your fault Dean's your brother, we can't pick our family. Right now detectives in St. Louis are exhuming a corpse, they're trying to figure out how your brother faked his own death after torturing all those young women. Now he apparently already got to Sam, their lives are over but yours doesn't have to be," she said as she took a seat across from me.

"You want me to turn against my own brother?" I asked incredulously.

"No, we already caught him cold, red-handed at the Karen Giles murder scene. We just need you to fill in some missing pieces."

"Why would I do that?" I questioned.

"Because I can talk to the D.A., make a deal for you and you can get on with your life. Dean and Sam are as good as gone."

I instantly remembered the guidelines we would use if we ever got busted so that our stories would match, even with a fever I had to put on my best performance.

"My dad and Tony Giles were old friends," I started trying to look as distraught as I could, "We've known him since we were kids, you know? So we came as soon as we heard about his death. So it would have been kind of hard for Dean to kill Tony, considering we weren't in town at the time."

"So tell me what happened next."

"Ok, uh, that's when we went to see Karen. She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her, you know?" I said stopping to blow my nose, "So I gave Karen a hug, told her to call me if she needed anything and that was it, end of story."

"Leah, I'm trying to help you here but you have got to be honest with me. Now we have an eyewitness, someone who saw two men and a woman fitting your and your brothers' descriptions breaking into Giles' office."

"Ok, look Karen called us later said that there was some stuff that she wanted from Tony's office but the police weren't letting her in. Like a picture of the two of them in Paris and some other stuff. Look, I know it was wrong to enter a crime scene but she gave us the key! Dean and Sam went back to Karen's place to check up on her since she was so upset earlier."

"So why didn't you go with them?"

"Can't you see I'm sick? I just went back to the motel…How'd you know I was there, by the way?" I wondered since I knew we didn't use our real names checking in, to be honest I don't even remember the name or the card we used.

"We found the motel matchbook on your brother when we arrested him. Let's quit fooling around, now you were with your brothers the whole time you were in Baltimore, why separate now? Because, your brothers left you to go murder Karen."

"He didn't kill anyone!" I screamed.

She hit the table hard with her hand as she stood up in an attempt to scare me, "I heard the 9-1-1 call, Karen was terrified. She said someone was in the house!"

"Well there are about six hundred thousand people that live in Baltimore, I'm sure she did see someone," I smirked as she left the room slamming the door behind her.

SUPERNATURAL-General Point of View

"Mr. Winchester?" a middle-aged man asked as he peaked his head into the interrogation room.

"Yeah," Dean answered.

"I'm Jeffrey Kraus; I'm with the public defender's office. I'm your lawyer," the man said as he took a seat.

"Oh, Thank God, I'm saved," Dean said completely deadpanned, "Hey could I steal a pen from you…some paper?"

"Sure," Mr. Kraus said handing him both, "Well the police haven't found a weapon yet, so that's good. But they got your prints and literally blood on your hands…and with your police record," he stopped when he noticed Dean wasn't paying attention and was writing down a bunch of letters, "Mr. Winchester? What are you doing?"

"I think it's an anagram," Dean replied as he wrote more letters down.

"A what?"

"An anagram, same letter, different words," Dean answered before pushing the note pad back towards the lawyer, "Do me a favor, see if you recognize any of these words, you know, local names, places anything like that?"

"Do you understand how serious these charges are?" Mr. Kraus asked probably starting to think Dean was crazy.

"I'm handcuffed to a table," Dean said as he showed his wrists, "Yeah, I get it. Humor me, take a quick look."

"Well, S-U-P, I don't know about that but Ashland is a street name not far from here," he answered circling one of the groups of letters Dean had written down.

"A street," Dean stated and the lawyer nodded.

Dean grabbed the notepad back and started writing something down.

"Let's start with where you were the night Anthony Giles died."

"Can you get in to see my sister?" Dean asked not looking up from whatever he was writing down.

"Mr. Winchester, you could be facing the death penalty here."

"Hey, thanks for the law review, Matlock. But if you want to help me," Dean said as he folded the paper and held it up, "I need you to see my sister."

SUPERNATURAL-Leah's Point of View

"I have a message from your brother for you," a man said as he walked into my interrogation room with a folded up piece of paper.

I opened it and saw Dean's handwriting.

Hilts,

It's a street.

Ashland.

-McQueen

Great the jackass gets us arrested and now I have to escape and finish the job alone, I thought as I crumbled up the piece of paper.

"I hope that's meaningful but I'd like to discuss your case now."

"Sure thing, Matlock," I said motioning to the chair opposite me.

"You two really are siblings aren't you? Now, as you know the D.A. might be interested in…"

He started until the blonde cop from earlier busted in the room.

"We need you with the oldest one, Dean."

The lawyer followed her out of the room and I knew Dean was making some kind of scene so I had a chance to get out. I quickly ran to the window and cursed at both brothers again when I saw the fire escape was more than six feet away from the window and we were three stories up. Even when I was one hundred percent it would have been a difficult feat, now it was almost impossible. I took a deep breath as I stepped out onto the small ledge and inched my way over to the fire escape, all the while praying I didn't sneeze or that my knee wouldn't lock. By some miracle I made it to the fire escape, I stood there a minute relieved that I didn't end up as a pancake on the sidewalk before making my way down. I found the closest phone booth and pulled out the phonebook opening it to the yellow pages to look for motels. The first one on the list was Aardvark motel and I knew that was the one I needed to go to. We Winchesters had a way of finding one another if we were ever separated; we were to go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages, the boys and dad would check in as Jim Rockford and I would check in as Elizabeth Davenport. (Dad was a big fan of The Rockford Files.)

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I was sitting at the small table in the motel room with Sam's laptop and a few crimes scene photos trying to figure this all out while trying to keep myself awake. A good night's sleep was all I wanted to think about but instead I had to wrap this case up and get both brothers out of jail. I heard a knock at the door and instantly knew it wasn't Sam or Dean. Dean usually knocked to the beat of some song and Sam would always only knock twice, this was someone else. I slowly opened the door and saw the woman cop from before standing on the other side.

"Dean sent me, said you could help. My name is Detective Ballard…Diana."

I fully opened the door and let her into the room.

"I told him I saw something and then he noticed this," she said as she held up her wrists showing bruising as if she had been bound by something.

"These showed up after you saw it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess," she shrugged.

"Alright you're going to have to tell me exactly what you saw," I said as I went back and sat in my chair.

"You know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive, I should be arresting you."

"So I can escape again? Let's save us all the time and effort because let's be honest I feel like shit and want this over with. Now, what exactly did you see?"

"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."

"Yeah well slicing someone's throat will do that," I scoffed.

"What?"

"Never mind. Here, I've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing from Ashland street," I said as I handed her a stack of pictures I had.

"How did you get those? Those are from crime scenes and booking photos."

"The same way I climbed out of a three story window without breaking my neck, just take a look and tell me if you recognize anyone."

After just a few pictures she handed me one, "This is her, I'm sure of it."

I took the picture and read my notes on the back, "Claire Becker, twenty eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago."

"But I don't even know her. I mean why would she come after me?" Diana said as she took a seat on one of the beds.

"Well," I sighed looking back to my notes, "Before her death she was arrested twice for dealing heroin, you ever work narcotics?"

"Yeah, Pete and I did before homicide."

"You ever bust her?" I asked showing her the picture again.

"Not that I remember."

"Of course not," I muttered. I hated cops with a passion and now my idiot brother had me protecting one, my mind was set they were dead men when I saw them next.

"Alright, it says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything. Guess we have to check it out ourselves and see if we can find the body," I said standing up from my chair.

"What?"

"Well, we have to salt and burn her bones," I told her as if I was talking to a little kid, "It's the only way to put her spirit to rest."

"Of course it is."

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"You know it's not everyday I get to ride in the front seat of a squad car," I commented as we walked into the abandoned building.

"Yeah I suppose not…so what exactly are we looking for?" Diana asked with her flashlight raised.

"I'll let you know when we find," I replied walking further into the warehouse.

"And we had to come at night," she questioned.

"That's when the freaks come out," I smirked; amused at the fact she was scared.

I left her alone so I could look around a little bit and a few minutes later I heard her start screaming.

"Leah? Leah? Leah!"

I ran toward the direction of her voice and saw her standing there staring off into space with a terrified expression.

"What happened?" I questioned.

"Claire…"

"Where?" I asked looking around but I didn't see anything.

"She…she was here."

"Did she attack you?" I asked trying to sound sincere but let's face it like I said I hated cops.

"No…no she was just like reaching out to me. She was over there by the window," she said as she walked closer and stood in front of a display case, "Here help me move this."

"Do I look like wonder woman to you?" I asked sarcastically but helped her move it anyway.

The light coming through the window reflected on the opposite wall spelling out 'ASHLAND SUP'. The last word was supposed to say supplies but the last few letters were worn away.

"Now the extra letters make sense," I said as I pulled out Dean's makeshift EMF reader.

"What's that?"

"My old walkman," I answered and Diana looked at me confused, "Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies."

"So if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?"

"In theory," I replied as I walked closer to the wall the letters shown on and the reader started beeping.

I grabbed a nearby sledgehammer and started hitting the wall taking out my anger towards my brothers as I made a hole.

"I'm…going…to…kill…them," I stated with each swing.

I took my flashlight and peeked in the hole to see if anything was in there.

"Yeah there's definitely something in there," I said taking the sledgehammer back to the wall, "You know, this is bothering me."

"Well, you are digging up a corpse," Diana mentioned as she held the flashlight so I could see.

"No, not that, that's actually pretty par for the course."

"Then what?"

"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 just doesn't make any sense," I said finally getting the hole big enough to pull out the body, "Here give me a hand."

Together we pulled out a shroud-wrapped body and placed it on the ground. I took out my knife and cut through the rope that was keeping the shroud together to reveal Claire's bones. You could see the old leather straps that still had her wrists bound.

"Her wrists, they would have been bruised just like yours," I mentioned as I sat down on the ground next to the body. All that moving around was not good, my knee was screaming at me, it felt like someone had taken a knife to my uterus and I could now only breath through my mouth. I looked over to Diana and saw her staring at Claire's necklace.

"That mean something to you?" I asked.

"I've seen it before. It's rare, it was custom made over on Carson street," she said as she showed me her own necklace, "I have one just like it, Pete gave it to me."

"Now this all makes perfect sense."

"I'm sorry?" she questioned.

"Yeah, see Claire isn't a vengeful spirit she's a death omen," I answered as I leaned my back against the wall.

"Excuse me?"

"Claire's not killing anyone she's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits they don't want vengeance they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place, she wants us to know who her killer is…Diana, how much do you know about your partner?"

She thought for a minute before breathing out, "Oh my God."

"What?"

"About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. 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…someone like Claire," I realized and then sneezed.

"You're not contagious, are you?" Diana asked with her hand out to help me up.

"I hope so those two idiots never get sick."

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"Alright thanks," Diana said as she hung up her cell phone as we drove down the main road.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Pete just left the precinct…with Sam and Dean."

"What?" I almost yelled trying not to panic.

"He said the prisoners had to be transferred and he just took them. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio."

"Radio? He took a county vehicle?"

"Yeah."

"That's probably the best news we've gotten, all county vehicles are equipped with a lo-jack just need to get it turned on."

"You know too much," she said shaking her head as she took out her cell phone to have them turn it on.

SUPERNATURAL

By the time Diana and I found the van Pete had his gun pointed at Sam and Dean who were on their knees.

"Pete, put the gun down!" Diana yelled with her own gun raised and I could see a look of relief wash over both brothers' faces.

"Diana, how'd you find me?" Pete asked looking at her but keeping the gun on Sam and Dean.

I stood a few feet behind Diana with my hands up to show I wasn't a threat.

"I know about Claire," Diana stated.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Put the gun down!" she yelled.

"Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster," he smirked as he cocked his gun and I shared a nervous glance with Dean.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I didn't do anything, Diana."

"It's a little late for that," she scoffed.

"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."

Sam gave me a look as if to say 'how do we get out of this' and I slightly shrugged.

"It was a mess; I had to clean it up, I just panicked."

"How many more people are going to die over this, Pete?"

"There's a way out. This Dean kid's a freaking gift, we can pin the whole thing on him and his low life brother. No trial…nothing, just two more dead scumbags."

"Hey!" I shouted and he turned the gun to me so I took a step back.

"No one will question it. Diana, please I still love you," he said and she lowered her gun, "Thank you…thank you."

Pete turned back to Sam and Dean and when he wasn't looking Diana shot him in the stomach.

"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass," she sneered.

Pete crawled his way over and tackled Diana to the ground causing her gun to go flying. I raced over to get it and when I turned around Pete had his gun aimed at me.

"Don't do it!" Dean yelled at Pete but I just smiled.

"You maybe faster than Diana but you aren't faster than me," I said as I pulled the trigger causing him to stay down for good that time.

SUPERNATURAL

The next morning Sam and Dean were out of the cuffs and Diana was standing over Pete's body.

"You doing alright?" I asked hesitantly.

"You mean am I going to arrest you for shooting my partner?" she asked turning her attention to me, "No, I'm not….the death omen Claire, what happens to her now?"

"Should be over, she should be at rest," Sam replied.

"So…what now?" Dean questioned.

"Pete did confess to me. He screwed up your cases royally. I'd sat that there's a good chance we could get your cases dismissed."

"You'd take care of that for us?" I asked surprised.

"I hope so. 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. I mean their sister did a great disappearing act and she must have learned it from somewhere."

"Got that right," Dean nodded proudly.

"Listen, you need to watch your backs. They're going to be looking for all three of you right now. Get out of here; I got to radio this in."

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by any chance?" Dean asked.

"It's at the impound yard down on Robertson but don't even think about it," she warned.

"Don't worry, we'll improvise," Sam said.

"Thanks again," I smiled.

"No problem, kid," she said returning the smile as she walked back to the vehicle.

"Did you make a friend?" Sam looked at me shocked.

"She's not too bad…for a cop," I replied.

"So, how you feeling?" Dean asked putting his hand on my forehead, "You are still burning up."

"That's probably because I feel like crap and had to escape from a third story window and work the case alone with a cop and save your asses!" I yelled at them, "Now, who exactly was found with the blood on their hands?"

"That was me…why?" Dean questioned.

I jumped on his back wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, "That means you are the one that gets to carry me back."

"Ha-ha," Sam laughed as Dean took hold of my legs.

"And don't think I forgot about my strawberry ice cream!" I declared.

"With whipped cream and a cherry…we know," Dean stated.

I rested my head on his shoulder and smiled to myself as I inhaled his scent. It was a mixture of cheap laundry detergent, motor oil and cologne. It was a hell of a few days but I had my rock back and nothing bad could happen…right?