Chapter 7

Alex stood outside the police station, her hand through her hair long brown hair with a sigh. "Damn it!" she said quietly, cursing even more under her breath. "This is bad. Real bad…" she pulled out her cell phone, dialing a number, and she waited for the ringing to stop. "Dean, it's Alex. We got a problem. Meet me at this place in ten minutes…"

"Alex, what's going on?" Dean asked when he and Sam saw her pull up in front of an empty, broken down restaurant.

"You both are in deep crap," Alex told him once she reached them. "The police know you're here. They're looking for you as we speak."

"How do you know this?" Sam asked.

"I over heard some cops talking at the station," she said, looking around to make sure nobody was around to hear them.

"So, what now?" Dean asked.

"I'd say, get the hell out of here. The longer you stay, the better chance they'll find you."

"Come with us," Sam said.

Alex looked at him, surprised by what he said. "That's unexpected."

"If they get to you Alex, they'll hold you for helping us," Dean said, his eyes telling her he feared for her being caught.

"They can't hold me. They don't have proof that I know you."

"Just come with us anyway," Dean said.

"If I go, then they'll have proof. Look, I'll be fine. Go and get out of here while you have the chance. They're not looking for me, so I have nothing to worry about."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, they knew she was right.

"Ok," Sam sighed. "Just call us to let us know you're ok?"

"Will do," she nodded. "Go."

Sam made his way to the car and got inside.

Dean stood in front of Alex, his eyes locked with hers. "I don't want to leave you here to deal with them…"

"I'll be fine Dean. Trust me, I'll be able to handle them," she said as she reached up and touched the side of his face. "You better get out of here."

He nodded and turned away, heading for the Impala. Once inside it, both brothers kept their eyes on Alex before Dean backed away and drove down the road.

Alex sighed and headed for her car.

Alex stepped inside her apartment and flipped the lights on.

"Freeze!"

She stopped in her tracks when she heard the voice. She saw two officers standing there, and another walked out of the bedroom, and Vince walked out of the office area. Her eyes went wide with surprise. "Vince?"

"I'm sorry, Alex…" Vince said with a sad look on his face. "I had no choice."

"You're under arrest for helping two fugitives," one of the officers said as he grabbed her by the arm and turned her around to cuff her.

"You can't prove anything!" she said to them.

"We got all the proof we need," the other officer said showing her a piece of paper that had a list of phone numbers that she made, and received on her cell phone. Dean's number was one of them.

Alex wanted to scream and protest, but she knew that would only make matters worse. I hope you two got away safely…she thought to herself.

'You have reached Alex, if I don't answer, that means I'm too busy to pick up the phone. Leave me a message and I will get back to you.' "Hey, Alex, it's Sam, again, I'm just calling you to see if everything is ok? You haven't called yet, and we're just checking in with you… call us back when you get this," Sam hung up the phone and glanced at Dean, who was looking at him.

"She's in trouble, man, I can feel it…"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, so can I."

Without a word, Dean did a U-turn on the empty street and turned back.

"Are we gonna do this all night?" the officer asked Alex, who was sitting in a room.

"I don't know, are we?" she replied.

"Listen, you could get out of this if you just tell me where Sam and Dean Winchester are."

"To be honest here, I don't know. They took off."

"They took off because you tipped them off. You called them and warned them. We could solve this tonight if you just tell me where they are going."

"Listen, officer… I don't know where they are going. So get that through your bald thick head."

The officer narrowed his eyes at her before looking at the other officer by the door. "Lock her up. Maybe that'll get her to stop protecting them." He watched as the man grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet and he guided her out of the room.

Sam and Dean stepped inside Alex's apartment and saw that she wasn't there. They glanced around the room.

"Dean," Sam called to him, his eyes fixed upon her eyes that sat on the coffee table.

"They've got her. Let's go…" Dean said while he moved past Sam and out the door.

Five minutes later, Dean pulled his car up to the police station. Dean looked at Sam, a look on his face that told Sam he didn't know how they would get her out of there without being seen.

"Got any idea on how we're getting her out?" Dean asked.

"On the top of my head, no…"