A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates, I just found it hard to find time to write in the past couple of weeks so I apologise and hope this is okay, please don't hesitate to review, fav or follow if you already haven't.

This chapter jumps around between Evie's, Dean's and Sam's POV's.

FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

Evie's POV

I can't believe we're doing this…or more so the boys were doing this and for the record I didn't agree with this plan of Dean's like at all and I knew Sam felt the same way but neither one of us had been able to convince Dean not to do it.

"This is a really bad plan Dean" I spoke up from the front passenger seat as he parked slightly up the road from the 'Arkansas Museum of Anthropology'.

"It's all we got Shortstack" Dean replied and I sighed looking back at Sam who was in the back and he gave me an equally worried look. "It'll work" he added when I turned back to him. "You remember your part?" I nodded looking down at my lap as my hand instinctively ran over my bump. "Well Sam, let's go" he got out and after Sam and I shared another look he got out and followed Sam out of the car as I slid over to the driver's side. "Be careful okay" Dean warned me leaning in through the window.

"Same goes for you Dean, don't be stupid and the same goes for you Sam" I warned them letting the distaste for this ridiculous and reckless plan of Dean's, all for someone I didn't even know and frankly was more than a little at angry for Dean even suggesting doing this but once Dean's mind was made up there was no changing it, he was the most stubborn man I'd ever met.

"We'll see you soon" I sighed nodding my head as I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him towards me.

"You better Dean or I swear to-" he cut me off pressing his lips to mine and I melted into it relishing in the feeling of his lips against mine before Sam cleared his throat getting our attention making us pull apart.

"Lie low and wait for our call, okay?" he told me and I nodded my head again before I started the Impala and left them feeling a pit form in my stomach with more distance I put between us and really came to the conclusion that I absolutely, positively hated this stupid plan!.

Dean's POV

Sam and I broke into the museum all without disarming the alarm and got to work pretending to rob the place grabbing some of the most priceless stuff so it would appear natural with Sam continuously voicing that he hated this plan just like Evie but we owed it to Deacon to do this.

As seemingly right on schedule we heard a door shut, I dropped the knife that I'd pulled out of the case and turned sharing a look with Sam, we dropped everything and headed directly towards the sounds finding two po-po's waiting for us.

"Freeze"…"Don't move" they yelled and we turned seeing two more behind us, we turned down the next corridor right into the path of another pair of cops. "Hold it right there, put your hands behind your heads" Sam and I both raised our hands to the back of heads. "Get down on your knees, now!" we lowered ourselves down and they pulled our arms behind our backs and snapped handcuffs over our wrists.

They took us to the local police station and they pulled us in separate directions and took mugshots before we were placed into the interrogation rooms and left us for at least twenty minutes before the door finally opened and I saw two guys walk in and it was about damn time since the quicker we got transferred to the prison the quicker we could get the job done and I'd be back with Evie.

"Well it's about time, I'll have a cheeseburger" I told them looking up as one stepped directly in my sight on the other side of the table. "Extra onions" he turned and shared a look with his partner.

"You think you're funny"

"I think I'm adorable" I responded smirking.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean" he replied as I stared blankly at him. "I'm special Agent Henriksen, this is my partner special Agent Reidy"

"Henriksen…not the Milwaukee Agent Henriksen?"

"Live and in person" he replied and I chuckled but on the inside I knew this changed things and I was silently concerned, he pulled out a file and turned a photograph around showing me a surveillance shot of me at the museum. "Nice shot" he stated tossing the photo down on the table. "You can hang that up in your cell at Supermax"

"Alright maybe we can just forget the cheeseburgers huh"

"Oh yeah keep that game face on, try and cover up how cornered you are" Henriksen replied then turned to his partner. "Read him the charges"

"Well we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration-"

"Skip to the good ones" Henriksen told him cutting him off.

"Armed robbery, kidnapping and oh…three counts of first degree murder"

"And after Milwaukee your brother is now a suspect in a murder case himself, I'd say for you two 'screwed to hell' is a major understatement and while your mystery girl wasn't with you on this one you're going to wanna hope that she's deep underground because once we find her she will be right behind you's" I stared strong keeping the cool look on my face refusing to show any reaction to him practically threatening Evie.

"Well where's there's life there's hope" I replied instead.

"See that's what I kept thinking as I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone" he argued leaning his hands on the table. "Your dad taught you well, the way you cover your tracks and after Milwaukee the way you…whoo vanished" he whistled the end part. "Near went nuts trying to find you, ask him?" he moved his eyes over to his partner.

"He near went nuts" he replied deadpanned trying to be amusing I guessed.

"And after all of that, you get tripped up on a motion detector, pretty rookie move" Henriksen continued. "Gotta say I was…surprised" he added right as the door opened again and this time a blond woman walked in.

"Dean Winchester?" she asked when we all turned to her.

"In the flesh" I replied with a smile at her.

"And you are?" Henriksen asked her.

"Mara Daniels, public defender's office" the woman replied holding her hand out for me to shake so I took her hand and after a quick shake she let go. "I've been assigned to you and your brothers case" she added then looked up. "Are you Henriksen?"

"Yeah and we're not quite done here"

"Uh yeah you are" Mara argued "And if you don't mind I would like to meet with my clients privately" she added and I smirked up at Henriksen just for the clear look of annoyance on his face as he looked down at me before they left and Sam was brought in so we could speak with this lawyer about our case. "Unfortunately your arraignment on the breaking-and-entering charge won't be until Tuesday"

"And they'll keep us in the county jail?" I asked her.

"That's right" she nodded.

"Green River County Detention Center?" Sam asked to clarify.

"Yes and considering the charges you're facing no judge in his right mind is going to grant bail" she replied.

"Yeah we figured that" I shrugged.

"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being our biggest concern, the bank robbery and the murder raps"

"Well how long can we stall extradition?" Sam asked her.

"A week, maybe less" she replied and I nodded sharing a look with Sam since that didn't give us a lot of time.

Evie's POV

I was currently sitting in the front seat of the Impala with Sam's computer in my lap hacking into the police station looking into the boy's cases seeing that they'd been processed and were already in the works of being transferred to the prison so I pulled my phone out scrolling through finding the number for Deacon that Dean had put into my phone and texted him, There in and on their way as we speak, take care of them of them for me – Evelyn…I looked back down at the screen right as it flagged saying Dean's case file was now sealed by the FBI and my eyes widened when one name flashed up. -Restricted Clearance-Agent Henriksen-

"Oh shit" I cursed since that had not been part of the plan and if Dean didn't get out of this one I swear to god I was gonna find a way to kill him myself.

Dean's POV

Sam and I had already been processed, in our orange jumpsuits and been assigned cells but now we were in line to head out into the dining hall but first they were scanning each and every prisoner with a metal detector.

"Well my roommate doesn't say much, how's yours?" I whispered leaning back towards Sam.

"He just keeps staring at me in a way that makes me really uneasy"

"It sounds like you're making new friends"

"Dean, this is without a doubt the dumbest craziest thing we've ever done and that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy"

"Calm down, it's all part of the plan" I whispered back and he scoffed.

"Oh really, so Henriksen showing up was a part of the plan?" he asked and I frowned since that hadn't been part of the plan.

"Yeah that guy moves a little faster than I thought" I replied having a gut feeling Evie was going to kick my ass when she finds out the change in risk factor here, knowing her she probably already knew. "Look all we got to do is find this ghost, put the sucker down then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos" I joked to hide the actual worry I was feeling.

"That's not funny" Sam argued. "What about this escape plan?"

"It's 100-percent sure thing, I wouldn't have gone in if it weren't" I shot back over my shoulder since it was true, I had Evie and the baby to lose if this went wrong. "I mean come on man, this place has all the signs of a haunting, innocent people are dead, four so far"

"Yeah innocent" Sam scoffed.

"You from Texas all of a sudden?" I shot back at him. "Just because these people are in jail doesn't mean they deserve to die, if we don't stop this thing people are gonna continue to die, we do the job wherever it takes us"

"Look Dean just be straight with me alright, your doing this for Deacon"

"Damn right" I nodded.

"Well, you barely even know the guy" he retaliated.

"We know he was in the Corps with Dad, we know he saved Dad's life, we know we owe him"

"But don't you think he's asking a little much?" Sam argued.

"It doesn't matter we may not be saints but we're loyal and we pay our debts" I shot back. "Now that means something to me and it ought to you, look I'm not thrilled about this either but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down and that's what we're going to do"

We were finally each scanned and were able to get into the cafeteria and grabbed the tray which was piled with chicken and spaghetti which actually wasn't that half bad but as usual Sam didn't appreciate the bland food and was anxiously sniffing at every spoonful.

"You know this chicken isn't half bad"

"Great finish mine" Sam spat throwing his fork down and pushed the tray away. "Alright lets go back over this Dean, spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody right?"

"Yeah psycho-killer extraordinaire, satanism, ritual murder…died in jail" I nodded.

"Are you sure it's him?" Sam asked to clarify.

"Pretty sure" I shrugged.

"Dean considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a little bit better than 'pretty sure'"

"Really pretty sure" I shrugged again but Sam wasn't impressed. "Moody died of a heart attack, which is exactly what the victims in here are dying of, you know he died in the old cell block which they closed right after he croaked 30 years ago, they just opened that back up that's when the killings started"

"So you think his spirit was released somehow?" I nodded. "What if he was already cremated?"

"I'm guessing there's something in the old block that belongs to him that's keeping him around, whatever it is we gotta find it and you know the rest, I'm done" I stated standing up with Sam following behind me but I heard a thud and turned seeing Sam being the big uncoordinated sasquatch that he was had bumped into another prisoner.

"Watch where your going" the guy warned.

"Yeah I was-"

"He said he was sorry" I snapped walking forward.

"Dean" Sam warned.

"You talking to me" the guy asked. "Are you talking to me?"

"Great another guy who's seen Taxi Driver one too many times, yeah I'm talking to you" I shot back at him. "Trust me let it go" he gave me a look and walked away so I turned to Sam. "See that's how you gotta talk to these guys" I smirked at him. "Instant respect"

"You were saying?" Sam argued nodding behind me and I turned seeing the guys now had roped his friends in with all the other prisoners standing up.

"Oh great" I muttered right in time to dodge a punch before it broke out and I put him in a headlock. "We can end this right now, no harm no foul" I told him but he threw me off and tried another punch but I grabbed his arm and pulled it behind his back and slammed him against a beam but he threw a dick move and stomped on my foot but I came back and kicked his jewels before following up with a kick to the face.

"That's enough!" a guard yelled out. "On your feet Lucas" he added walking over to us but didn't look down at the dude on the ground.

"Yes sir, boss" he stated getting up wiping blood off the side of his mouth as the guard pulled out his baton and used it to lift up my chin.

"What's your name?"

"Winchester"

"Well Winchester, not a good start" he told me. "Solitary…you too Lucas" two other guards grabbed me and Lucas.

"We having fun yet" I shot at Sam before we were lead out and thrown into solitary and it proved to be as boring as hell since there was nothing to do except stare at the wall. "I wish I had a baseball" I stated randomly.

"What?" Lucas called out from the opposite cell across the hallway. "What'd you say?"

"I said, I wish I had a baseball" I repeated moving so I could look out the small slit in the door and I could see him. "You know like Steve McQueen"

"Yeah well I wish I had a bat so I could bash your freaking head in" Lucas spat back.

"Okay" I whispered to myself. "Well so much for bonding in solitary moment" I added moving back to my previous spot and resumed staring at the wall but the light above me suddenly flickered so I looked up noticing that I could now see my breath meaning a temperature drop. "Oh crap" the lights flickered again so I moved back towards the door since all these signs meant one thing and looked out seeing the clock on the wall had stopped. "Lucas listen to me, stay very still" I called out but it was too late and I could hear his screams.

-A couple hours later –
Rec Yard

I was back out in the yard challenging these guys to a couple rounds in friendly poker while Sam had chores and so far I hadn't lost a game meaning I had a healthy pile of smokes stacked up next to me with the latest about to lose as I flipped over the last card Ace of clubs.

"Call"

"Three aces" the guy smirked showing me his cards, a Jack and ace of spades.

"That's a bad beat" I said pretending I'd lost. "That is a bad beat but see I'm full" I called and his smile fell as I showed him my cards, three of clubs and ace of hearts and he slammed his fist down on the table as he stood leaving his smokes behind. "I'm sorry, hey it's a cruel game my friend" I called after him before seeing Sam as he sat in the now vacated seat. "It's like picking low hanging fruit" I goaded as I piled my winnings.

"You don't even smoke" Sam protested shaking his head.

"Are you kidding me, this is the currency of the realm" I told him.

"Look I got a good lead on Moody" he said getting to the reason why we were here.

"Yeah me too" I added thinking about what happened in solitary. "His spirit paid a little visit last night" I told him.

"What?"

"Clock stopped, flickering lights, cold spot, I mean he did everything but yell 'Boo'"

"Well what happened?" he asked.

"He walked right by me, Lucas wasn't so lucky I mean the way he was screaming…the guy was a jerk but he didn't deserve to go like that" I sighed then looked back up at him. "What'd you find out?"

"Yeah, so I think I know where we might find his remains, blood in his old cell"

"Blood, I thought it was a heart attack" I argued.

"It was, after the guards worked him over I mean apparently there was so much blood they had trouble mopping it out" he explained.

"How we gonna get in?" I asked wondering that myself.

"I got a plan" he stated.

"That's the Sammy I know" I smirked nodding at him. "I mean come on your like the Clint Eastwood from Escape From Alcatraz"

"The problem is even if we do find something, how are we gonna burn it we don't have any accelerant" he argued.

"It's a good thing I'm like James Garner from The Great Escape" I told him grabbing handfuls of the smokes and stood up. "Hey fellas, who's ready to deal?!" I called out to the other inmates and Sam shook his head at me.

Evie's POV

I haven't heard anything on what's happened and I was really starting to freak out, I knew Dean wouldn't contact me in fear his calls might be watched especially now that Henriksen was on their collective asses having moved a lot quicker then we'd anticipated but I'd hoped that Sam might have at least let me know how it was going…I understood the reason they both haven't but I definitely didn't like it because I could do nothing but sit here in this crappy motel that I moved to last night just in case Henriksen had caught wind of me.

The only good news that I have received in the last twenty four hours was Deacon texting me back saying that the boys had arrived safely and were for the most part okay and already at work so that helped ease the constant worry and tension over waiting for this to already be over.

I hadn't tried to look into the police records again since I didn't want to risk putting myself on Henriksen's radar so all I could do was sit and wait for the news of whether or not I was never going to see Dean and Sam ever again and god I hoped it wasn't going to be the case.

Dean's POV

"You sure about this?" I asked Sam after we'd already gone over what I had to do in order to get Sam into the old cell block and burn Moody's mattress and all remaining remains of him.

"Pretty sure" he replied quoting me from earlier and I rolled my eyes as we continued to move down the line getting food dropped onto our trays.

"Well considering the circumstances I'd like a little better than 'pretty sure'"

"Okay really pretty sure" he argued walking away with his full tray.

"I'd like mine Al dente" I told the dude behind the table but he didn't smile and dropped a tong grab full of pasta onto my tray. "Perfect" I deadpanned walking out of the line and towards Lucas' right hand man. "Save room for dessert Tiny" I smirked sitting down across from him. "Hey I wanted to ask you because I couldn't help but notice you are two tons full of fun, just curious is that a thyroid problem or is that some deep-seated, self-esteem issue?" I asked him as he looked on unamused and I swear to god if Sam didn't get in this was all for nothing. "Because you know they're just doughnuts, they're not love" I added and he finally cracked a smile before throwing the first punch hitting me square in the side of the face.

I stood back up and hit him back but it barely seemed to have an effect on him, I tried again with another hit to the other side of his face but again he barely flinched so I went for the gut but he grabbed me and brought my head right against his and I jumped back right as a guard came up behind him and tried breaking the fight up but Tiny just turned his punches onto the guard throwing him against the table and with the fight now on the guards more jumped in but not before I sustained a few more hits from the big guy before they finally pulled us apart, one of the guards pulled me to stand before the same guard as before grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him.

"If we waited any longer, you'd be dead"

"You waited long enough" I shot back and he jammed his baton into my ribs.

"Do yourself a favor, don't talk" he spat leaning down when I hunched over. "Take them both to the infirmary"

Sam's POV

I'd managed to slip into the kitchen with Dean's distraction and grabbed some salt and accelerant before I slipped into the ventilation system and was able to get into the old cell block finding the right cell from Randall's description and kicked the mattress over seeing the dried blood so I pulled the salt and light out of my breast pocket and poured it all onto the mattress before I striked a match and threw it down watching it catch fire

Dean's POV

I rubbed my hand over the cut on my cheek feeling the cut below my eye having a feeling Evelyn was gonna kill me since she had a thing about people punching my face which actually made me laugh since I never thought I'd ever have someone like her care so much and now she was pregnant I felt like I loved her so much as she was giving me something I never knew I wanted and I just hoped I could give her everything she and the baby deserved.

"Hey Tiny" I called out to Tiny who I could see sitting in the cage next to mine silhouetted by the sheet hanging on the bars.

"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" I apologized.

"It's okay" he replied surprising me since I expected more threats. "The truth is, I have low-self-esteem issues" he went on and my eyes raised in surprise. "My old man treated me and my brother like crap right up until the day he died"

"How'd he die?" I asked him.

"My brother shot him"

"Okay" I deadpanned not exactly thinking that but before I could say anything else I spotted something on the other side of the room, a pale white ghostly figure and it wasn't Moody. "Oh crap" I stated standing up.

"What is it?" Tiny asked but I didn't reply watching the figure who appeared to be a woman start walking towards us passing through a metal cage wall and benches so I looked for something to use or a way out rattling the cage door but it was locked. "What's going on?" Tiny asked again right as I saw a small jar of salt on my tray and grabbed it right as I looked up and was thrown back by this ghost hitting my back on the wall before I fell to the ground looking up at it now as it moved down pressing and hand on my chest and I felt the pain start spreading through my chest but I popped the lid of the salt and threw it towards this bitch watching her disappear and groaned crossing my arms over my chest but before I could take a breath in I heard tiny start screaming.

"Tiny…Tiny!" I screamed before moving to the cage door. "Guard…Guard!" I yelled but by the time anyone came it was too late and Tiny had fallen silent.

"Wait you're telling me it wasn't Moody?" Sam asked when I'd rejoined him in the yard and told him what had happened.

"Unless he liked going around dressed like a nurse" I argued remembering the look of the spirit. "Poor Tiny man, poor giant Tiny"

"Wait so this is like the ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?" he asked.

"I don't mean, I guess"

"You know Dean at this point, 'I don't know, I guess' isn't really working for me, see uh…I thought we were done I called Deacon, it's happening we're getting out tonight"

"I guess we gotta do some quick research then"

"How, I mean maybe if you haven't noticed we're in jail" he argued and I sighed knowing our chances of getting this done were running on slim and every minute we were in here we were closer to staying in here.

"I know" I spat and he looked up at something.

"I got an idea" he stated and walked over to another inmate. "Hey Randall, we have to ask you was there ever a nurse that died here?" he asked.

"So you wanna know about some nurse?" he asked back. "Why do you wanna know?"

"Well we got our reasons but uh…we'll make it worth your while" I cut in before Sam could say anything and showed him a pack of smokes that were in my pocket from my winnings and he took them. "So this nurse, she would have had white hair, one screwed-up eye, is that ringing any bells?"

"Yeah, yeah I remember her" he nodded.

"You remember her name?"

"No that's still kind of fuzzy" he protested implying he wanted more smoked and Sam scoffed.

"Give it to him" Sam said.

"I earned these" I protested.

"Dean" he shook his head so I turned back to Randall and handed over the second pack.

"Glockner, nurse Glockner" he said taking them stuffing them into his pocket. "Nasty old bitch worked here in the '70s"

"You knew her?" Sam asked him.

"I met her once, I 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?" Sam asked him.

"There were these stories you know I don't know if they were true, cons love to talk but were all liars"

"What kind of stories?" I pressed.

"Guys would go 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"

"Heart attacks?"

"Yeah so the story was Glockner had it out for cons and she did this Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic, anyway that was the rumor nobody ever proved anything"

"Whatever happened to Glockner?" I asked him.

"I don't know I finished my bit and left, next time I landed back in here she was gone"

"Okay thanks" Sam nodded at him and we left heading into the cafeteria. "Okay so lets say those stories on Glockner were true"

"It's a thought, you know in life she's a vigilante, in death same thing" I nodded.

"Right but how's she tied in with the old cellblock and if she's going after cons why kill that guard?"

"I did hear in the yard that guard wasn't exactly squeaky clean, so…well maybe she's going after anybody that breaks the law, like me"

"You heard in the yard?" Sam asked and I frowned not seeing how that was relevant.

"Yeah" I nodded and he scoffed.

"Dean does it bother you at all how easily you seem to fit in here?" he asked.

"No not really" I argued shaking my head.

"Alright well listen either way we need more info on Glockner, if she's buried, if so where and we have five hours to get it" Sam replied and I went to argue since I wasn't leaving if this case wasn't done, we owed Deacon that. "No, no don't give me that look, don't give me that 'we gotta see this through' look we are leaving tonight no matter what"

"I just don't wanna let Deacon down that's all I mean we do owe him"

"But we don't owe him our lives Dean and what about Evelyn and your kid, you really want to let them down" he argued and I shot him another look before I stood up. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go talk with my girlfriend" I stated walking away.

Evie's POV

I'd just returned to the Impala after getting some food since I still had to eat despite the situation so I'd finally left the motel and grabbed some take-away burgers from a diner but just as I was about to start her up and head back to the motel when I heard a phone start ringing and it wasn't mine so I looked around confused before I remembered that Dean kept a stash of phones in the glove compartment so I reached in and grabbed the one that the sound was coming from and flipped it open seeing a blocked number was calling and despite everything that screamed at me not to answer I accepted the call and pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Miss me yet?" the person on the other line said and my whole body relaxed.

"Dean oh my god, what's going on, are you guys okay, did you's do it yet?"

"Slow down Bonnie, one question at a time" he cut me off and I breathed out to calm down realizing that he wouldn't have risked calling me if it wasn't important and for the fact he'd called me 'Bonnie' which told me he wasn't sure the line was secured.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah we're good but it wasn't Moody" he replied and I frowned confused. "Look we don't have much time, you need to come in but uh…be discrete we need to talk"

"Dean-"

"Can't say any more over the phone, one hour okay and get rid of this phone" he cut me off and I sighed.

"Okay, okay" I replied then hung up then tossed the phone out of the window and started the Impala making sure I heard the phone shatter as I ran it over and got to work coming up with a disguise compete with a wig and quickly whipped up a new ID to go with it before I made my way to the prison stating I was there to see Dean Winchester and was taken to the glass screen visiting rooms taking a seat waiting for him to be lead in which took no more than five minutes before he was sitting opposite me picking up the phone so I grabbed mine with a smile on my face since although it's only been a few days it's felt like a lifetime already.

"Hi" he smiled so I smiled back.

"Hi"

"Nice hair choice" he complimented and I scoffed rolling my eyes grabbing some of the red hair that was falling down into my face and moved it aside.

"It's a color I'd never ever go again so less chances at being recognized" I shrugged and he laughed nodding his head.

"I was just getting used to the blond" I laughed back since I hadn't changed my hair back from the Philadelphia case, the one we'd worked on with Jo and it had taken us both to get used to it but I just hadn't had the time or money to spend on my hair to go back to my natural brown.

"Well don't worry it's not staying this color, now what's up with that?" I pointed at his cheek which was sporting a nasty bruise and a cut below his left eye.

"Yard fight, it's okay" he shrugged and I rolled my eyes since he couldn't help himself.

"Alright what's up you wouldn't risk asking me here if it wasn't important" I replied getting down to business because we didn't have a lot of time and I had a feeling this visit was already on borrowed time thanks to Deacon because normal circumstances would only allow lawyer visits while prosecution was going through.

"Well we figured it out it wasn't Mark Moody, I was attacked by the spirit and it was a woman" he replied and my eyes furrowed in confusion. "We talked to another inmate in here and got a suspect, her name was Glockner okay, she worked here as a nurse in the '70s you need to find where she was buried, I need you to find out everything you can about her but most importantly how she died and where she's buried" I sighed since that took take a while and they were running out of time in here.

"Dean you do realize your running out of time in here"

"I know which is why I need you to trust me" I sighed and nodded by head looking down since it was harder than I thought seeing him in here and with the knowledge that Henriksen was here I couldn't help feeling that I was going to get used to this. "Hey" he called making me look up and I knew I had tears in my eyes just by the way he was looking at me. "Do this and I'll be out, don't worry okay"

"I can't not worry Dean, seeing you in here it's…it's hard and I know Henriksen is here so if I don't find anything I need to know your not going to be stupid and insist on staying in here because I need you and not in that god awful orange jumpsuit"

"Eve-"

"Promise me" I demanded cutting him off because I could read it all over his face, he was ready to stay in here as long as it took but I wasn't. "Dean promise me please"

"I can't, I owe Deacon-"

"You also owe our unborn child the chance to have their father in his life" I argued almost with a glare replacing my tears. "Your getting out of here Dean because I know I can't be…I can't do this without you" I pressed my palm against the glass and he pressed his against mine on the opposite side of the glass.

"I know, I'm sorry I shouldn't have gotten you involved-"

"Dean stop, I'll do it and your getting out of here" I told him leaving no room for anymore argument from him. "I don't care if I have to break you out but your getting out of here" I added leveling him with a stare down. "I find out where this Glockner's buried as quick as I can but if I can't then you get out, do you hear me?"

"Okay, alright" he nodded right as the guard behind him told him that was time.

"Just be safe please" I told him right as we were cut off and I hung up the phone watching Dean do the same before he met my eyes and offered a small smile before he surprised me by mouthing. 'I love you' at me and usually that would have overjoyed me but I couldn't help feel he was saying that as a 'just in case' way and I hated him for saying it for the first time ever.

I left and quickly headed to the library looking up the prison history and staff records finding it actually pretty well kept up and located the nurse Dean had mentioned and I was able to find her death certificate which told me that she was buried so I scrambled out a message to Deacon telling him I had the information we needed and that he needed to get the boys out ASAP before I wrote out a letter and dropped it off at the prison for Dean knowing Deacon would get it and give it to them because I knew Dean would need to read it himself to leave.

Dean's POV

I walked back out into the outside rec yard approaching Sam right away still reeling from my talk with Evelyn and if I could have called anybody else to find this nurse I would because I was prepared to stay here as long as it takes which is why I just had to tell her I loved her just in case.

"How was Evie?" Sam asked as soon as I reached him.

"As expected, she's working on it for us" I shrugged.

"Well we can't wait around to find out" he argued.

"We could give it another day"

"No, no, no we're leaving tonight and that's it" he protested.

"So we're not going to finish the job, we just gonna let these people die?" I argued.

"Don't give me that, alright this was your stupid plan I went along with it but we're sticking to the plan Dean"

"Okay you leave, I'm gonna stay" I suggested and turned walking away.

"Hey don't turn away from me!" he yelled.

"Screw you" I shot back at him.

"What, screw you?" he demanded grabbing my shoulder, I turned shoving him and he stumbled back into a guard and I was quickly grabbed by the asshole guard that hit me in the fight with tiny holding me back with his baton across my chest.

"Alright hard case, I see the usual methods ain't gonna work with you" he pushed me into the arms of another guard. "You too sweetheart" he added towards Sam and they started leading us into the prison cuffing our hands behind our backs into one of the bathroom blocks. "Take off" he told the other guard. "I wanna handle this alone" the guard nodded and left us alone with this guy and as soon as he was out of the room he walked towards us then suddenly smiled and I realized who he was and scoffed rolling my eyes.

"Deacon you are beating the holy hell out of me man" I told him and he laughed rubbing my shoulder before clapping me on the back, we hadn't ever seen him only heard about him from Dad and he was the one who'd thought it was best we didn't know who he was.

"Sorry Dean, I thought I was going easy on you" he argued with a laugh as we turned to get our handcuffs off and I rubbed my wrists since they'd put them on so bloody tight. "Just trying to make it look real"

"Yeah well mission accomplished"

"So is it over?"

"No, turns out it wasn't Moody" Sam replied shaking his head.

"What?"

"Yeah"

"Then who?" he asked us.

"Uh we think it's some nurse who used to work here but we're shy on all the intel we need" Sam explained.

"Which is why we should stick around until we find it" I suggested.

"You wanna have this fight for real?" Sam protested glaring at me. "We gotta go!"

"I'm just saying-"

"Were leaving Dean otherwise we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee with Henriksen as company and you'll never see Eve or the baby"

"Oh come on-"

"Guys!" Deacon yelled cutting me off before I could argue.

"What?" Sam and I both turned asking and he looked at us before smiling.

"Bonnie Clyde left this for you" he said holding up a letter. "I'm guessing that's some sort of code name to you's" he added as I laughed taking it from him. "Evelyn?" he asked and I nodded my head ripping open the envelope.

"Yeah it's something Henriksen called me and her a while okay, called her Bonnie to my Clyde and I didn't have to guess she'd picked it as some sort of 'in your face' thing"

"You wanna maybe open it, you can praise her for it later" Sam argued.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" I replied pulling out what was inside. "Wow" she'd managed to get a lot in the short time.

"What…well you wanna share with the class Dean?" Sam pressed.

"Glockner died in the old cell block right after Moody bit it, it seems they had a little inmate uprising she got caught in the middle, they dragged her to a solitary cell gave her a severe cerebral edema"

"Someone bashed her head in" Sam nodded. "Say where she's buried?"

"Yep"

"Alright then let's get you the hell out of here" Deacon said walking over to the wall and pulled a maintenance hatch off the wall.

"Don't worry Deacon, we'll get rid of this thing"

"Good cause I want it out of my prison" he replied turning back to us. "Boys…uh I can't thank you enough for this, I know it was asking a lot especially for you Dean since I know you got a baby on the way and uh congrats by the way but you still came through, your daddy raised you right"

"Well we owed you" Sam replied shaking Deacon's hand before a hug and I followed with a handshake and hug of my own.

"I hope to see you again, just not in here okay" Deacon added.

"Yeah we'll do our best" Sam agreed before we moved towards our exit but I stopped when I remembered we had to make this look real.

"Oh…where do you want it?" I asked Deacon.

"What?" he asked confused so I smiled suggestively. "Yeah" he smiled getting it and pointed to his left cheek so I raised my fist and went to hit him but he held up a hand. "Uh…make it look real son" I smiled again before clocking him one hard before Sam and I made our escape.

Evie's POV

Deacon had responded and told me he was getting the boys out tonight so I quickly packed up and checked out of the motel knowing it was best we got as far away from here as soon as we wasted this Glockner corpse and drove to the prison positioning myself in a place where the boys would come out per instructions from Deacon and waited around half an hour before I heard the sound of someone on the stairs and looked behind me sighing in absolute relief and joy when I saw Dean and Sam emerge.

"Oh man are you a sight for sore eyes" I heard Dean say right as I climbed out of the front seat.

"And me?" I smirked watching his face light up and rushed over bringing me into his arms lifting me off my feet as much as he could with my 7-month pregnant stomach between us.

"Better than ever" he replied bringing his lips down against mine but the kiss was short lived as we didn't not have the time for a longer one. "You know I almost wish I could see Henriksen's face" Dean smirked as they both pulled off their prison jackets throwing them in the back seat as we all made the move to get into 'baby'.

"Really, cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again" Sam argued and I nodded my agreeance watching them pull on their own jackets.

"He's right Dean, I mean were not really out of the woods yet you know" I added right as an alarm from inside the prison started so we all quickly scrambled into the Impala and Dean tore down the road getting as far away from the prison as quickly as 'baby' would go. "You guys get my letter?" I asked.

"Yeah, good job by the way" Dean praised and I smirked as he drove to 'Green Valley Cemetery' pulling up and we got out grabbing everything we needed to dig up and burn the body out of the trunk quickly.

"We got to move it, we need to get as far away from here as possible before Henriksen can track us down" I told them as we headed into the cemetery looking for her grave.

"We know which is why I'd also met with that lawyer, threw her a couple clues to hopefully throw him off for a bit give us a chance" Dean replied, Sam and I turned to him surprised that he'd thought to do that.

"That's kind of genius Dean" I praised and he smiled back at me.

"She's right, didn't know you had it in you" Sam added and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, let's get this done" he retaliated and Sam and I shared a laugh as we finally spotted Glockner's grave and the boys got to work digging while I held up the flashlight so they could see and kept an eye out just in case but looked down when they hit something hard and Sam looked up.

"Got her" I nodded and went over to the duffle bag pulling out the salt and gasoline as they broke open the pine box then handed them to them and they poured the stuff over her before climbing out of the hole as I pulled some matches out and striked one throwing it down shielding my eyes as it caught fire as Dean pulled me to him wrapping his arm around my waist and I leant my head against his shoulder smiling when his other hand dropped to caress my stomach as we watched the fire burn out before kicking dirt over it to put it out and cover our tracks before we started back towards the Impala to get the hell out of dodge.

"Thought we were screwed before…" Sam spoke up.

"Yeah, yeah I know" Dean replied looking back at me. "We gotta go deep this time"

"Deep, Dean?" I scoffed. "We should go to Yemen"

"Oh I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep" Dean protested and I rolled my eyes with a shake of my head before we climbed into the Impala and put this town in our rearview mirror.