There was no mistaking it. He would know that sound anywhere. Dean stood and watched in dismay as the rear lights flashed and the Impala began to edge backwards. Holding his breath, he saw her pause for a second and then she was gone, wheels spinning on the tarmac as whoever took her gave her too much gas.

Sure that she was being taken to the nearest impound or some lab somewhere, he closed his eyes and hung his head. His throat tightening, he sat back down and thumped his fists against the table angrily. The demon had him caught in what was indeed the perfect trap; there was nothing in his usual repertoire that could help him now. Ensnared within the legal system and faced with the reality of apparently airtight proof, there was little that could be done.

And then an explosion shook through the afternoon air. Flicking his head up, Dean could not see anything out of the small window but it suddenly seemed eerily quiet around him. Then the wail of various emergency service vehicles could be heard and he frowned in interest as sirens immediately outside the building echoed the others and then could be heard moving rapidly away from the station.

Concerned as to what might have happened, Dean got to his feet again and walked over to the window. He could not see anything unusual in the clear blue sky above the town and frowned in intrigue as he worked out that the sirens were heading to somewhere behind the station. He then gasped in shock as a loud bang came from somewhere beyond his door and was soon followed by shouting and someone crying.

He could hear orders being barked and his frown grew as he heard the noise moving towards his door. Edging back into the corner of the interview room, Dean heard someone fumbling with the lock on his door and he watched in confusion as the handle turned.

The station receptionist was sobbing and shaking, he face pale as she looked over at Dean and bid him hurry towards her.

"Get a move on, bitch!" Came an angry shout from down the corridor.

Dean gasped and his heart thumped in his ears as he recognized the voice.

"Please!" The greying receptionist urged in a panic, "Come on!"

Stepping away from the wall, Dean edged towards her and his head was spinning as she grabbed his arm and urged him quickly from the room. He turned and his heart sank as he saw them.

"Dean!" Mina sighed in relief, keeping her arm around the attorney's throat tightly and pressing her gun into his temple. "Hurry, Dean, we're getting the fuck out of here!"

"What?" Dean shook his head slowly, "Mina, no. Not like this."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Dean?" Mina declared angrily, pulling her hostage backwards and glancing round the large open plan office. "Come on!" She saw Dean pause in uncertainty and glared at him in disbelief. "Move!"

Dean was aware of the terrified receptionist trembling behind him and then looked at Burton's frightened, bloodied face. His heart racing, Dean nodded and moved forward along the corridor.

Mina smiled and forced the attorney to turn back round, pushing him towards the centre of the office. "Down!" She barked furiously, waving her gun in warning. "I swear I'll put a fucking bullet in this fucker's brain!"

Dean followed her through to the open plan office and swallowed back the lump in his throat as he saw two of the deputies and Reynolds the FBI agent laying face down on the floor. Following Mina and her hostage, he watched her turn and drag Burton backwards from the building.

"Mina!"

Dean gasped and spun round, seeing Reynolds had leapt to his feet and drawn his gun. Stepping out of his aim, Dean backed against the outer wall and turned to Mina.

"Reynolds!" Burton groaned in dismay, "Don't be a fool!"

"Yeah, Reynolds." Mina echoed icily. "You really want me to blow lawyer brains all over the place?"

"You do and you won't live to admire it." Reynolds grated, taking a step towards them.

Dean turned and saw the fury and determination in Mina's flushed face. "Please … Mina …" He raised his cuffed hands, "Don't do this."

Mina kept her eyes on Reynolds and suddenly saw him hesitate for the briefest of moments. Watching the young FBI agent glance at Dean, she took her chance and fired a shot at him.

"No!" Dean gasped and turned to see the agent's thigh spray crimson mist with the impact of the bullet. He looked on in horror as the agent's leg buckled and Reynolds collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor.

"Dean!"

Unable to believe what was happening and his mind spinning dizzily, Dean hurried after Mina and her hostage. Outside the car park was empty and he then saw the brightly painted RV waiting at the side of the road. He groaned in dismay, unable to fathom how she could be doing something so stupid. "Mina - " Dean ran after her and then watched in wonder as she released her hostage and Burton climbed up into the rear of the motor-home. "What the fuck?" He whispered, seeing Mina smiling over at him from the cab and waiting for him to get inside.

Dean gasped in surprise as Burton reached down and grabbed his arm, pulling him up into the back of the RV. He shoved him onto the bed and closed the door, shouting at Mina to get moving.

"Hey, Dean." The attorney greeted, stumbling as the motor-home leapt forward and he steadied himself.

"What - ?" Dean watched the attorney smile down at him merrily and he shook his head in confusion.

"Name's Carlos Bandiera," The Latino man shrugged, sitting down beside Dean on the foot of the bed and reaching into his pocket. "Ellen sent me to look for you." He grabbed one of Dean's wrists and unlocked the handcuffs. Glancing up at Dean's bewildered smile, he laughed softly. "Sorry. It had to be convincing."

"No shit!" Dean enthused, finally beginning to absorb what he was being told. "Holy crap!" He closed his eyes and sighed loudly. "But, how - "

"Long story, no time." Carlos replied quickly, his smile growing. "Sam's waiting for you outside of town and the call must have been put out by now. We need to ensure that you aren't followed." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, "Like, ever."

"Hey?" Dean urged.

"We've designed what we hope is a fool-proof glorious death scene." Carlos explained quickly, "The best we could do in a short spaced of time." He smiled as he saw Dean's confusion, "Killed while trying to escape should keep everyone off your ass."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope." Carlos sighed, "It was Sam's girlfriend's idea. Personally, I think she's been watching too much shit on TV but …" He chuckled softly, "I was out-voted."

They both then peered out of the RV windows as the vehicle came to a skidding halt. Hearing the cab door open, Dean got to his feet and moved towards the door.

"Dean!" Mina climbed up inside and threw her arms around him, groaning a loud sigh of relief.

Dean hugged her against him and could feel her shaking. "I can't believe you're doing this." He muttered into her neck and closed his eyes.

"We had no choice," Mina retorted, leaning back from him and holding his face in her hands. "There was no way we were leaving you there." She smiled and placed a kiss on his mouth.

"Then I guess 'thank you' is the appropriate response." Dean smiled back at her and pulled her back against him. "Are you okay?"

"Are you kidding me?" Mina stepped back from him and laughed nervously, "I'm shitting myself!"

Dean grinned in amusement and nodded in understanding. "Well, you make one damned scary criminal." He offered.

"Doesn't she just!" Carlos agreed, moving past them and peering out of the RV. "We better hurry. It won't be long before they find us."

"Yeah." Mina moved Dean to one side and crouched down.

Dean stepped out of the way and watched in intrigue as Carlos and Mina reached under the bed and dragged some ominous-looking black sacks out. He watched as they helped one another lift two of the large bags onto the bed. His stomach then turned as Carlos unzipped one of the bags and Dean covered his mouth, retching at the smell. "Oh, you're not fucking serious!" He gasped behind his fingers.

Carlos turned and offered a thin smile. "Meet your earthly remains." He shrugged and continued to unwrap the body.

"It's okay." Mina glanced back and saw Dean's horrified face. "They're unknowns." She watched him stare at her in disgusted disbelief and gave him a thin smile. "We didn't kill them."

Dean groaned and moved his hand from his mouth. "Oh, that's so not the point!" He hissed.

"Hey!" Mina defended, "This part was your brother's idea!"

Dean watched her in uncertainty and then nodded slowly. "I'm sorry guys … I'm just - " He sighed and smoothed a hand through his hair.

"I get it," Carlos smiled briefly, "But this is what's gonna have to go down if you guys are ever to be left alone again." He pointed under the bed and shrugged, "Now … help me get Mina's stunt double into the driver's seat."

Sam leaned his arm out of the open window and drummed his fingers on the metallic black bodywork. "God …" He sighed heavily, "How long does it take, guys…?"

"It'll be okay." Sarah offered quietly, placing her hand on his thigh.

Laughing suddenly and turning his head to look over at her, Sam's smile dropped from his lips. "I just hope that I never come face to face with your dad."

"Hmm." Sarah winced at the notion and raised her eyebrows. "This is going to be a fun one to explain." She looked down at her hands and frowned in thought. "Of course … I could just call him from the city and tell him I'm running away with you …"

Sam groaned and moved closer to slide his arm around her shoulders. "We've been through this …" He began softly, "I care too much about you to put you in harm's way …"

"And yet you expect me to let you do the very same?" Sarah retorted, lifting her head to frown up at him. "Sam, the more I see of your world, the more I know that we have to take what little time we have and - "

"No."

"No?" She echoed, tears welling in her eyes. "Give me one good reason why - "

"I'll give you two." Sam countered evenly, reaching his hand up to stroke her cheek. He tucked a stray black curl behind her ear and swallowed back the lump in his throat. "Dad and Jess."

Sarah watched him fight to hold back tears and her shoulders sank. Moving next to him, she rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"I just - " Sam cleared his throat and bit on his trembling lower lip, pausing to collect his troubled thoughts. "I just can't let that happen …"

Dean stood beside the open RV and shook his head in disbelief as he saw the three bodies arranged inside. "This is never gonna work …" He sighed, dragging the back of his arm across his wet forehead.

Mina splashed the last of the gasoline onto the carpet floor of the motor-home and stepped back from the door.

"I don't see why not," Carlos shrugged, frowning as he looked from the vehicle to the line of trees at the sharp bend ahead of them. "It's an old camper and it's got gas onboard." He turned to Dean and shrugged slightly, "If we get a nice skid line from the tyres …"

Dean looked over at Carlos and raised his eyebrows slightly, "You sound like you've done this before."

Carlos laughed suddenly, "No way, dude! A whole heap of crazy shit, yeah, but … creating a death scene? This is my first time."

"Great." Dean husked, "That makes me feel so much better."

"Oh, come on!" Mina threw down her empty canister and wiped her face with her hands. "It'll be fine!" She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a small flip-knife. "Especially if they find our DNA."

Dean studied her face in uncertainty and then gasped, backing away from her. "You're shitting me!"

Mina shook her head slowly.

"Crap …" Dean groaned and glanced at Carlos. "You know … something told me this babe was gonna be trouble …"

Carlos laughed in delight and watched Mina's indignant reaction. "Yeah, dog." He enthused merrily, "You sure picked a live one."

Mina looked between the two of them in annoyance and then suddenly smiled. "Fuck off." She sighed and laughed softly, "Now. Which of you two scardy-cats is going to give me some blood first?" She held up a metal camping mug and her smile grew.

"What? How much do you need?" Dean protested, backing away from her.

"Oh, at least a few pints." Mina groaned and stepped up to him, "Oh, don't be such a baby."

Dean gave a small nervous laugh and rolled up his sleeve. He saw the hesitation on Carlos' face as Mina handed him the cup to hold and Dean shook his head slowly. "Be gentle." He offered quietly and, holding out his arm, looked away and clenched his teeth. "Ow!" His knees buckled and he spun back round, grabbing his arm above the deep incision she had made on the underside a short way up from his wrist. "Shit!"

Mina shrugged an apology and tucked the knife into her pocket. She then used both hands to ease a steady trickle of bright blood into the cup and then grabbed a wad of gauze from her other pocket.

Dean saw the dark green paste on the folded gauze and groaned, flinching as she applied the dressing. "Great … and we also get to stink of that voodoo shit." He pressed his hand over the gauze and closed his eyes as a wave of nausea washed over him.

Mina sighed and smiled up at him. "And I thought you were such a brave little soldier." She offered sarcastically.

Sam checked his watch and shook his head in frustration. "Why haven't they called?" He let his hand flop back into his waist and frowned in annoyance. Noting Sarah's lack of reply, he then turned and saw her looking out of the passenger window, her back to him. "Hey …" he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Sarah nodded a reply, keeping her face turned from him.

"Look …" Sam began quietly, "If this works as we planned then we'll have some breathing space …" He shrugged and looked back out through the windshield and into the forest. "Maybe we should spend some time alone together."

"Yeah?" Sarah suddenly span at him, tear stains lining her flushed cheeks. "And then what?"

Sam slowly met her gaze and had no reply. He looked down at his hands and then jumped slightly as his phone rang. Checking the screen, he flipped the phone open and hurriedly held it to his ear. "Dean!"

Sarah watched Sam's anxiety slowly fade into relief and wiped her face with her hands.

"Thank god …" Sam pinched the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger and closed his eyes. "Yeah," Taking a deep breath, he looked up and started the Impala's engine. "We'll be there in a few minutes." Sam ended the call and tossed the phone into Sarah's lap. Without a word, he shoved the car into gear and pulled out onto the road.

After a minute or so, they could see the black smoke rising above the trees. Turning a corner, they then saw the flames and Sam eased on the gas as he stared at the sight of the burning RV.

"Shit … !" Sarah breathed and peered out at the wreckage in horror. She glanced up at Sam and saw an equal concern on his pale face.

Pulling the car in a few meters from the upturned camper, Sam left the Impala idling and climbed out onto the side of the road.

"Pretty convincing, huh?" Dean enthused, jogging up the road towards his brother.

Sam could not tear his eyes from the inferno that used to be Mina's RV and his heart was pounding in his head. He was aware of his brother hurrying up to him and slowly turned to see him smiling.

"What?" Dean urged, his face suddenly filled with worry. "Sam?" Taking his hand off of his bandaged arm and grabbing his brother's shoulder, he then suddenly realized what was troubling Sam and he groaned quietly. "Is this what you saw?"

Sam closed his eyes and his face crumpled as he nodded.

"Okay …" Dean stepped closer and patted his brother's back. "Come on. Don't look." He gave him a gentle nudge and turned him away from the burning wreck. "It's okay, Sammy." Glancing back, he saw Mina and Carlos hurrying after them and shook his head.

"How did you crash it like that?" Sarah asked in wonder, waiting warily beside the Impala. She watched Mina shrug a reply and frowned in concern.

"Took the break off and off she went." Mina laughed nervously, "It was kinda scary."

"But it looks good." Carlos enthused merrily.

"Good?" Sarah echoed, shaking her head in concern. "I'm glad you think it's funny."

"Hey!" Mina defended angrily, "It's not funny at all! All that was left of my life is now kindling!" She glared at Sarah and shook her head in dismay, "Not that you could understand how that feels."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sarah spat back in fury, stepping away from the car and marching towards Mina.

"Well, I doubt you'd be as keen on this whole thing if it was daddy's 4x4 that was at stake."

Sarah gasped in horror, "You bitch - !"

"Wo!" Dean held up his hands and stepped between the two of them. "Ladies, please …" He laughed warily and took Mina by the shoulders, gently easing her back. Glancing behind him, he saw Carlos carefully pulling Sarah towards the Impala and smiled gratefully.

"I'm sorry." Mina offered in a whisper.

Dean wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "Don't think it's me you should be saying that to, babe."

"I know …" Mina buried her face into his chest and hugged him close to her. "Shit … I don't know why I shouted at her ..."

Dean laughed softly and rested his cheek against her fringe. "Oh, I dunno … maybe because you've just been through a hell of a few days."

"Months." Mina corrected quietly.

"Sorry." He pressed his lips into her forehead and rested there for a moment. "Come on … let's get the hell away from here." Taking her hand, he released her from his embrace and led her over to the Impala.

Mina climbed slowly into the back of the car next too Sarah and gave her a small, wary smile.

"Yeah … I'm sorry, too." Sarah nodded.

"Okay," Dean slid into the front seat and turned to look at the three passengers in the rear of the car. "Carlos, where can we drop you, man?"

"Anywhere near a train station." Carlos shrugged.

Dean nodded and then sat back round, looking at his brother expectantly. "Sammy?"

Sam was still watching the flames that had now caught in the branches of the trees and frowned in thought.

"Hey …" Dean urged, "Come on, dude. Before someone comes to check out the smoke."

Sam gasped slightly as his brother's hand nudged his shoulder and he turned to him. "New York!"

"Sorry?" Dean responded.

"We need to go to New York City." Sam explained, sliding the car into drive and easing back onto the road. He glanced at his brother and gave the smallest of smiles. "I'll explain on the way."