AN: This story is having a name change. It will no longer be called "Unforgotten Memory" but instead will be called "Aftermath"

Chapter 8

Alex sat on the bed, facing the cell door. She sighed, wishing she could get out. Leaning back against the cold, concrete wall, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Idiot!" she said, sitting up straight a couple of minutes later, mentally slapping herself as she stood up and walked to the door. She peered out and saw the cop that locked her up sitting at his desk, dozing off. She smirked. "Like taking candy from a baby…"

She kept her eyes fixed upon the keys that sat on the surface of the desk, and mentally made the keys hover over the desk and slow floated over to her. A voice of a man caught her attention. "Crap!" she mumbled and dropped the keys to the floor, and she quickly went back to the bed. Sitting there, she waited for one of the cops to come into view.

"Now, would've thought that I'd see Alex Drake sitting in jail in my lifetime?"

"Dean?" she asked, her voice showing the confusion.

"No, it's your old pal the teddy bear, of course it's me," Dean replied as he stepped toward the cell, a smirk on his face.

"What're you smirking about?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're in jail."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. There's a cop behind you."

Dean quickly turned around, expecting to see the cop standing behind him, ready to arrest him. He saw that the cop was asleep. He turned back to Alex. "Nice way of givin' me a heart attack, ya know…" he said while he walked over to the cop. He shook his head. "Sleepin' on the job, tisk, tisk…"

"Where's Sam?" she asked as she went back to standing next to the door and watched Dean stand next to the officer.

"Keepin' an eye out while I break you out of here," he told her.

"Dean, don't…"

Dean grinned at her and then did it…

"Boo!" he said loudly at the cop.

"Oh, god," Alex mumbled, hiding her face in her hands, now waiting for them to get caught.

The officer stirred, but never woke up.

"He's out like a light," Dean said as he grabbed the keys off the floor and made his way back to her.

"Remind me to kill you later," she said while she watched him try to find the right key from the key chain.

"Kill me for what?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers.

"For doing that to the cop."

"Ok. I'll remind you… not," he smirked.

Alex rolled her eyes. "Just get me out."

"Hold on, jeez, you're getting bossy in your old age."

"Shut it, and hurry up!"

Dean unlocked the door, and then pulled it open. She stepped out and then grabbed his arm, pulling him along while they started to get out of there.

Sam, Dean and Alex ran outside and to the Impala, they climbed inside. Dean put it in drive and backed out of the parking lot.

"Drive to my place, I need to get a few things," Alex said to Dean from the backseat.

"Ok."

Dean and Sam waited in the car while Alex went to pack, and get anything else she would need for the long road a head of them.

"Looks like you got what you wanted," Sam said speaking up, breaking the silence.

"Huh?" Dean looked at him with confusion.

"You said you thought it would be a good idea to have her on the road with us. You got what you wanted; she's coming with us."

"Oh, that. Look, I only thought she could help us with cases. I didn't want her to come with us like this."

"I know."

The door to the backseat opened and a bag came flying inside, hitting the floor of the other side with a clank.

"What the hell is in the bag?" Dean asked Alex when she climbed inside.

"Some of my weapons, and a few of my clothes. Like I'd actually leave them here for the cops to find when they search my place, which I'm surprised they didn't last time," she said buckling her seatbelt.

"Let's hit the road, then…" Dean leaned forward, turning the car on. He backed out of the lot and onto the road. They started their journey together…