Ok, so, I know I said things would be different after coming chapters? Well, change of plans. Things will be different after this chapter. Get ready for it...

Chapter 27

"Hey Sammy," Dean said walking into the kitchen the next morning, heading toward the white titled counter, reaching for a cup in the cupboard before reaching for the coffee pot. "Have you seen Sum?" he asked turning around, leaning up against the counter, taking the first sip of his drink.

"Uh, yeah, she went to the store with Missouri."

Dean nodded and moved away from the counter and to the table, taking a seat across from his brother. "What'cha doing?" he asked when he saw paper work covering the tabletop.

"Just checking out some things about the homes here, trying to pin-point which house has the poltergeist."

Dean took another sip from his coffee, not bothering to say anything, knowing Sam would tell him he found something. He glanced over at the window next to him and saw that the sun had been up for a while, and then saw someone walking their dog.

"Got it," Sam spoke up a moment later. "A house by the park," he told him meeting his gaze.

"Ok, so once Summer and Missouri get back, we'll go take care of the poltergeist and get out of here," Dean stood, making his way to the counter, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie off a small plate. "When Sum gets back, tell her to see me, ok?"

"Yeah, sure," Sam responded as he looked through the paper work, writing down the number of the house on a small notepad. "Hey, Dean?" he glanced up at him.

Dean turned around to face him. "What?"

"Do you uh, ever feel like Summer has been keeping something from us?"

"No I don't why? Do you think that she is?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, man. Sometimes, I guess."

"The only way to know for sure is to ask her."

"Yeah, I guess," Sam said before looking back at the paper while Dean walked out of the room.

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"Don't worry, everything is under control," Summer said as she guided a young woman out of her home. "When you come back, you're house will be like it used to when you first moved in."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," Summer smiled.

The woman opened the door to her car and climbed inside. "I normally don't trust letting people in my home when I'm not here, but I get a good vibe from you three, so I trust you," she said after she rolled down her window.

"And we are thankful for that. You'll still have that trust when you return."

The woman nodded and then started the car, backing out of her driveway. Summer gave a short wave to her before she walked down the paved driveway and to Sam and Dean who stood by the Impala. "Let's begin, shall we?"

The two gave her a nod and they moved away from the Impala, Dean held a small bag that held some things they would need to deal with the poltergeist. The three stood in front of the door, glancing at one another before they stepped inside.

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"That was easier than I expected," Dean said as they walked toward the front door, an hour later.

"Now we won't have to worry about anyone dying here," Sam said opening the front door, stepping outside, and the other two followed suit, only to stop suddenly halfway down the small rocked pathway that led to the paved driveway when they saw three patrol cars parked in front of the house.

"Was there a secret alarm we didn't know about?" Dean asked glancing at the officers.

Three officers walked toward them, grabbing them, and turned them around so their backs were to them and cuffed them.

"You're under arrest," one of the officers said as he guided Sam to one of the cars.

"What are we charged for?" Summer asked as she headed to a different car.

"For breaking the law on more than one occasion," the man replied opening the car door and set her inside.

The other two were set inside the other two cars and then they drove away from the home, leaving the Impala behind.

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Dean stared into a video camera that stood in front of him while he sat at the small table, cuffed to the edge of it that had a gap for placing the cuff to hold the person. He moved his gaze from the camera and to the two men that stood in front of him. The first, larger man stood by the wall, leaning up against it with his arms crossed his chest, while the second smaller man sat at the table in front of Dean, his eyes locked with his.

"Do you know why you're here, Mr. Dean Winchester?" the man asked, his southern drawl coming out strong.

"No, not really actually, why don't you fill me in," Dean said leaning his back against the cold metal folding chair, placing his free arm on his leg.

The man flipped open a tan folder, letting the paper-clipped files flip open as well, and he leaned forward, fixing his eyes on the first paper that lay on the top of the stack. "You're here for several things, Mr. Winchester. Breaking and entering, credit card fraud, impersonating an officer, the FBI, Homeland Security, just to name a few," he said raising his light brown eyes back upon him. "Do you realize just how serious this is?"

"I do."

"And you never stopped to decide not to do it?"

"I didn't have much of a choice."

"Everybody has a choice," he said placing both arms on the top of the table, locking his fingers together, making his palms touch. "You can get serious jail time for all of the things you, your brother and even Summer Watson have done."

"I know. Speaking of which, where are they?"

"In another room, also talking to the other officers, don't worry, you will see them later," he told him. "In the meantime, you'll be in here with us."

Dean sighed. "You want answers, right? Why we do it, and why we started doing it, am I right?"

"Yes, that's right," he nodded. "So, why don't you start from the beginning…"

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"My father, he started it," Sam told the woman. "My brother and I didn't have much of a say. It seemed like it was the only thing to do."

"Why did he start it, and why do you still do it?" she asked writing everything down on a piece of paper.

"We didn't really know why he started it at the time," he answered, but in truth, he knew exactly why, but he wasn't going to tell her the truth when she wouldn't believe him anyway.

"Why do you continue to do it, then?"

"My brother and I, we do it because with the job we do…"

"What kind of job do you have?"

"We uh, help people. Drive across country and take care of things that might be putting people in danger," Sam said trying his hardest not to let anything slip about the real reason why they drive places.

The woman jotted everything down on the paper, and asked him a few more questions. "How did you meet Ms. Watson?"

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"We met at a small diner in South Dakota," Summer started. "Dean Winchester came up to me to well, hit on me, but I wasn't interested so he left. I then followed him outside a few minutes later to apologize for not shooing him off nicely. He asked me if I needed a ride home, and I did. We reached my house, and after getting inside, I find my house on fire, with…" she swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing. "My mom was inside. She died, and they rushed in, apparently not leaving right away. I didn't have anyone else, so I went with them, and have been with them ever since."

"And you help them with the frauds and everything?" the man asked.

"I do," she admitted.

"If you could go back in time to change things, would you still go with them?"

Summer titled her head to the side for a second as if thinking. "Yes, I would."

"Why?"

"They're not bad people. Sure, they do bad things sometimes, but they do it for reasons that I have already stated. If they were a threat, I would not have gone with them."

The man wrote down something on the notebook and stood up. "Thank you," he said gathering the paper work and headed for the door, leaving Summer there to sit by herself.

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Dean's eyes drifted to the door when it opened, and Sam stepped inside, a man holding his arm, guiding him to the table, sitting him down, the cuff held him there, before leaving them alone. "You ok?" he asked him.

"Yeah," Sam answered. "What about you, Dean?"

"I'm fine. Have you seen Summer?"

"No," Sam shook his head. "I'm sure she's fine."

Dean sighed and opened his mouth to say something when the door opened again and a cop stepped inside.

"Someone wants to see you."

"Oh just wonderful, whom might it be, one of the guys from Law & Order?" he asked sarcastically.

Sam and Dean looked at the door and Summer walked in.

"Officer Watson, you got five minutes."