I ain't looking for trouble but it's looking for me
The law of the jungle is protecting me
Lose sleep man stay out of your bed
You might wind up in jail if you lose your headIn death I might find
True peace of mind
But while I'm alive
Free choice is mine
It's either: Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll
FOLSOM PRISON BLUES
Arkansas Museum of Anthropology
Beth's POV
I pulled the Impala up in front of the museum and cut the engine, glancing over at Dean who had an excited look in his eyes. He got out of the car and stared at the building across from us.
"Just for the record," Sam said, getting out of the car, "I hate this plan guys." I chewed on my lower lip, agreeing with him, but I wasn't going to say it. Unfortunately this was how the job went sometimes. Dean saw the hesitation on my face and came around to pull me into a hug.
"Yeah, I got it the first ten times you said it," he said to Sam sharply, then looking at me with a lot more care than he'd given Sam.
"It'll be ok," Dean promised, and I sighed.
"Yeah I know. I just don't like the idea of being separated from you both, anything could go wrong," I said.
"If it were for any other reason...you think I want to leave you out here?" Dean asked me, a slight frown creasing his brow, his eyes were just as conflicted as mine. Damn John and the damn work ethic that he drilled into us. I sighed, he was right; it still didn't mean I was happy about it.
"Yeah I know," I said, "Just... be careful, I have a bad feeling about this."
Dean leaned down and kissed me, tentatively at first and then he leaned into it, pushing me back against the Impala. I felt his hand brush under my chin, and it sent shivers down my body. He kissed me at length, and I felt myself yield, melting under his touch. Sam cleared his throat and we ignored him. I ran my hands up into Dean's hair, pulling him in closer to me, my teeth catching his top lip and tugging at it gently before running my tongue along it. I pulled away with a happy sigh.
"Damn, should have got our own room last night instead of planning this ridiculous move," Dean said a little breathlessly, I chuckled and nodded. Sam was staring at us, rolling his eyes. Dean shrugged in his direction.
"What? Could be a while before I get to do that again," he said and I bit my lower lip at the comment. He saw it and touched my face again.
"It won't be, ok? Remember, there's an exit plan," he said. I nodded and took a deep breath.
"OK..." I said. "Go on, before I change my mind." Dean grinned and kissed me once more before he and Sam crossed the road heading around the back of the building. I got in the car and pulled the Impala further down the street, parking it so I could still see the building, but far enough away that I wouldn't be noticed.
Suddenly there were couple of police cars that showed up on the scene, they had their lights flashing but no sirens on. I bit my lip nervously, watching as they ran toward the building. This was a stupid, stupid plan! About ten minutes passed and then I saw them escorting Dean and Sam down the front steps of the museum. My heart stopped at the sight. Dean had a casual smart assed look on his face and Sam looked pissed. It might have been part of the plan, but just the same it didn't make watching them get into the back of squad cars any easier to watch.
Phase one down, now to get on to the next part of the plan.
Little Rock Police Station
Dean's POV
I couldn't help but grin when they handed me the mug shot board to hold up. It was all so amusing; to think we'd deliberately get caught by the fuzz.
"I call this one the Blue Steel," I said to the photographer, and I struck a pensive pose for the camera.
"Yeah that's right," the photographer said to me. The camera flashed and I blinked at the blinding light. I chuckled. Beth was gonna love that.
"To the right," instructed the photographer and I turned for another photo. "All right, back to the line-up." I looked over at the guy with a grin.
"So who looks better, me or Nick Nolte?" I asked, the photographer rolled his eyes at me and shook his head.
"Shut up," he responded. I rolled my eyes back at him and headed out there door.
Half an hour later I was in an interrogation room. The door opened and I looked up to see two men enter.
"Well, it's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger. Extra onions," I quipped, wondering at what point our own part of the plan was going to kick into gear. The dark-skinned guy looked over at his partner and raised his eyebrows, looking amused.
"You think you're funny?" He asked me. I shrugged.
"Oh I think I'm adorable," I said with a broad smile, leaning toward him.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean. I'm Special Agent Victor Henriksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." I felt my heart stop just a little at the mention of the name. I hadn't actually factored him into the plan.
"Henriksen? Not the Milwaukee agent Henriksen?" I asked haltingly.
"Live and in person," Henriksen said with a smirk. I gave a short chuckle, looking him over, he looked tough and self-assured. I hoped Beth was ready to bring her best game; she sure wasn't going to be expecting this. Henriksen pulled out a security camera shot from when we'd been hunting the shapeshifter in Milwaukee, we'd kind of come across as bank robbers during that time, the Feds had been on my ass ever since.
"Oh, nice shot," Henriksen commented, tossing the picture on the table. "You can hang that up in your cell at Super Max."
"All right, maybe we can just forget the cheeseburger, huh?" I joked.
"Oh, yeah. Keep that game face on. Try and cover how up cornered you are," he glanced at Reidy. "Read him the charges."
Reidy swaggered toward me, hands on his hips. "Mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration..."
"Skip to the good ones," Henriksen interrupted.
"Armed robbery, kidnapping and, oh, three counts of first degree murder." Reidy finished with a raised eyebrow.
"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." Henriksen said.
I kept my voice level and calm, looking at him a little cockily. "Well, where there's life there's hope, huh?"
Henriksen huffed, waving his file around in front of himself. "See? That's what I kept thinking as I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone." He leaned forward on the table, his voice lowering. "Your dad taught you well. The way you covered your tracks and after Milwaukee, the way you..." He whistled and moved his hand around in the air, mimicking disappearing. "Vanished... I near went nuts trying to find you. Ask him."
I looked over at Reidy with a laugh. Reidy looked poker faced at me. "He near went nuts," he said deadpan. I raised my eyebrow at him and smirked.
"And after all of that, you got tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. Gotta say I was... surprised." And that there was the crux of it, he hasn't even looked at why we'd gotten caught. How someone so well trained got tripped up by something so minor.
The door opened and I had to keep the smile off my face when I saw Beth walk in.
"Dean Winchester?" Beth asked, looking at me.
"In the flesh," I said flirtatiously at her. Her eyes smiled at me, but she kept her face deadpan, the girl was good, but then years of playing opposite me in these rouses would do that.
"And you are?" Henriksen asked, looking at her. I watched his face, just in case somewhere along the line he'd figured out who she was. But there was no recognition there, my girl the ghost. I decided I should throw Casper at her as a nickname one day, filing it away for future reference.
"Kate Martin, Public Defender's office," Beth said, looking unfazed at Henriksen before turning back to me. "I've been assigned you and your brother's case." We'd set this up a few weeks back, Beth was assuming the identity of a new transfer from out of state, a new public defender who had just found out some of her paperwork had been hijacked and needed to be sorted out. The real Kate Martin was actually being delayed for a few weeks while Beth stepped in to play the part.
Beth stepped forward and took my hand, I squeezed it and held it just a little longer than was probably appropriate, I played it off like I was a flirt, heck, I wasn't lying. "Huh," I said with a grin.
"And you are?" Beth asked, looking over at the Agent.
"Special Agent Henriksen," he replied. Beth's hand was still in mine, and it stiffened a little when he said his name. She looked at me, hidden concern in her eyes.
"And we're not quite done here." Henriksen said. I watched Beth pull it together and put her game face back on.
"Uh, yeah, you are," she said shortly, looking up at him. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to meet with my clients. Privately." Her voice was steely and Henriksen looked a little shocked at such confidence coming out of a woman – he was a man who was used to giving orders and having them followed. Beth didn't follow orders from anyone except Dad, and sometimes me. I smiled, proud of my girl, raising an eyebrow at the Agent.
Ten minutes later we were sitting in the same room, only now Sam was with us. Beth was sitting at the end of the table, Sam and I across from each other. No doubt we would be watched in some capacity so we had to play the part.
"The arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won't be until Tuesday," Beth said to us, opening her suitcase and pulling out some files.
"And they'll keep us in the county jail?" I asked, looking over at her.
"Yes," Beth confirmed with a nod. She looked a little apprehensive, I only saw it because I knew her so well, anyone else would have missed it.
"Is there something else?" I said vaguely, letting her know I'd seen the apprehension cross her face. She looked at me and nodded.
"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern – the bank robbery and the murder raps." Beth said, and suddenly I understood why she was looking a little pensive.
"How long can we stall extradition?" Sam asked.
"A week, maybe less," Beth said, looking at him. I nodded and Sam looked over at me, raising his eyebrow. Her eyes were saying what she'd already said to me. This was a bad plan.
Green River County Detention Center
Dean's POV
We were shackled and riding in the back of a bus that smelled like piss and sweat. For just a tiny moment I allowed doubt to creep into my mind, but then I set my mind to task, we had a job to do.
The bus doors opened and we were herded off like cattle. We were all chained together, and shuffled alongside the rec yard where a bunch of prisoners had lined up and were cat calling to us all. One of the prisoners pointed at Sam and yelled out to him.
"You're mine, baby!" Sam looked fed up already and wasn't happy about our situation.
"Don't worry Sam, I promise I won't trade you for smokes." Sam threw me a glare and I couldn't help but chuckle.
We were processed and given our new bright orange jumpsuits, a blanket and toilet roll. Flanked by two guards, we were walked single file down the hallway to our cells.
"I call top bunk!" I said as the first prisoner and I were led into our cell. The other guy scoffed at me and put his things on the top bunk.
"Ok..." I said, shaking my head. Sam was put in the cell across the hallway from me. Good, it meant I could keep an eye on him a little. He was more than capable of handling himself physically; emotionally... that was another kettle of fish.
His roommate was a very large man who stood and glared at Sam. I watched Sam turn to look at me as our cell doors were closed, Sam was looking pissed and I couldn't say I blamed him really.
Sometime later we were being lined up and frisked by one guard, scanned with a metal-detecting rod by the other. We were about to join the communal dining area.
"My roommate doesn't say much – how's yours?" I asked Sam in a low voice, looking behind me.
"Just keeps staring at me... in a way that makes me really uneasy," Sam replied just as quietly.
"It sounds like you're making new friends," I quipped, trying to keep things light.
"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." Sam said to me. I thought about it, he could be right, I was trying to decide if there was anything stupider or crazier that Beth and I had done in the past. Nothing came to mind.
"Calm down. It's all part of the plan," I said, trying to get him to see reason.
"Oh really? So Henriksen showing up was part of the plan?" Sam threw back at me. I grimaced.
"Yeah, that guys moves a little faster than I thought." I said and I felt Sam glaring at the back of my head. "Look, all we got to do is find this ghost, put the sucker down... then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos." I smirked at him and he didn't look very impressed. I was hoping I sounded a heck of a lot more sure of the plan than I felt, because right now Henriksen was weighing heavily on my mind.
I knew Beth could handle him, but just the same, the Feds are the Feds and they could be like a dog to a bone – all it would take would be one little slip, one CCTV shot of her coming out of that bank, or in that bank, and everything would change.
Sam leaned in to me, speaking anxiously. "That's not funny. Dean, what about this escape plan? I..."
"It's 100% sure. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't. I mean, come on, man, this place has all the signs of a haunting. Innocent people are dead, four so far." I reminded him, this is where we had to be.
Sam laughed sarcastically and looked around us at all our fellow inmates. "Yeah, innocent."
"You from Texas all of a sudden? Just because these people are in jail, doesn't mean they deserve to die." I said, frowning at him. What the hell had gotten into him all of a sudden? "If we don't stop this, people are going to continue to die. We do this job wherever it takes us."
"Look, Dean, just be straight with me, all right? You're doing this for Deacon." Sam said, referring to Dad's friend who had called us in.
"Damn right," I said with a nod.
"Well, you barely even know the guy," Sam pointed out, looking sceptical.
"We know he was in the Corps with Dad. He saved Dad's life. We owe him." I said. I'd already had this argument with him more than once. he'd lost the vote, Beth and I had decided we owed Dad this much, to help out an old marine buddy of his.
"But don't you think he's asking a little much?" Sam asked.
"It doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and to Beth, and it ought to you. I'm not thrilled about this either, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, and that's exactly what we're going to do." I said. I could see the food up ahead and my stomach was suddenly telling me it was hungry, I hoped there was something good on the menu.
Dining Area
Dean's POV
Sam was sitting opposite me grimacing at his spaghetti. I was chowing down on some chicken.
"You know, this chicken isn't half bad," I said to him around a mouthful of food.
"Great," Sam sulked, putting down his fork and sliding his plate toward me. "Finish mine." I smirked at him and continued to eat. "All right, so let's go back over this, Dean." I stabbed Sam's chicken with my fork and moved it to my own plate.
"Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, psycho killer extraordinaire – Satanism, ritual murderer, died in jail." I confirmed with a nod,
"You sure it's him?" Sam asked.
"Pretty sure," I answered, chewing on my chicken.
"Dean, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a little bit better than 'pretty sure.'" Sam said with a frown.
"Really pretty sure." I said, rolling my eyes. He was really starting to play on my nerves. I so would have preferred working this case with Beth; she wouldn't give me half as hard a time as Sam did. Too bad this wasn't a co-ed prison, now that could be a little bit more fun. I didn't like leaving her on the outside, we'd been through too much recently and she was still very fragile, even if most of the time she appeared to be ok, and she certainly didn't admit it.
I knew from the way she clung to me last night that she wasn't happy about the plan, she'd voiced it a few times, but then let it drop. The separation wasn't going to be easy on any of us, especially since I'd promised we wouldn't do that again, but there was no choice, we needed to get this job done for Deacon, and she couldn't come in with us. As our lawyer it ensured she'd be able to check in on us at regular intervals and hopefully we wouldn't need to go the back-up, back-up plan where she would have to pose as a new prison guard fresh on the roll-out of government pushed equal opportunity roles.
"Moody died of a heart attack, which is what all the victims in here are dying of. He died in the old cell block, which they closed after he croaked, 30 years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started." I said to him, Beth and I had done our research, the theory was sound.
"So you think his spirit was released somehow?" Sam asked.
"Mmhmmm," I nodded.
"But what if he was already cremated?" Sam said, looking pensive. I was really starting to get sick of the questions. We'd been over this a dozen times.
"I'm guessing there's something in the old block that's keeping him around. And whatever it is, we got to find it. And, uh, you know the rest." I put down my fork and leaned back in my seat, nodding. "I'm done."
I got up and walked away, Sam followed me. Clumsy ox that he is, he bumped into a heavily tattooed prisoner.
"Sorry..." Sam said, starting to apologise.
"Watch where you're going," the guy grumped at Sam, his eyes wide and crazy.
"Yeah. Sure. I just..." Sam stuttered and started to back away. I moved back toward him and put myself between the guy and Sam.
"He said he was sorry," I told the guy, getting up in his face.
"Dean..." Sam tried to stop me, but I was already there.
"You talking to me?" The guy said, I simply stared back at him. "You talking to me?" He asked again.
I rolled my eyes and smirked. "Great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver too many times. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go."
The guy walked away after another stare at me and I felt pretty chuffed, turning back to Sammy with a smile. "See, that's how you got to talk to these guys." I said, winking at Sam. "Instant respect."
Sam was looking behind me, his eyes starting to widen. "You were saying?" Sam asked, inclining his head behind me. I turned to see the guy from before walking over with another big guy.
"Oh great," I muttered, turning to face them, taking a defensive stance. Thank god we knew how to fight.
The first guy took a swing at me; I dodged and caught him from behind, holding his arm behind his back.
"We can end this right now – no harm, no foul," I said to the guy who was doubled over in front of me, his arm pinned. He broke my hold, swinging at me again; I dodged and caught him from behind again, slamming him up against a wall. The guy stepped on my foot and I stepped back. He turned to face me and I moved fast, kicking him in the groin, then sent him flying back to the ground with a knee to his nose.
"That's enough!" The Warden was standing in front of me now, looking unimpressed with the fight.
"On your feet Lucas," the Warden said. The guy I'd seen to the floor grabbed his chin and grunted.
"Yes sir, boss." He said, scrambling to his feet and stepping back a few feet.
The Warden took out his baton and held it under my chin, lifting it up at an uncomfortable angle.
"What's your name?" He asked me.
"Winchester," I replied stonily.
"Well, Winchester... not a good start." The Warden said, pulling his baton out from under my chin with a swift jerk. "Solitary." He said, turning to walk back the way he'd come. "You too, Lucas." He said as he passed the guy I'd been fighting. The guard with him grabbed Lucas, and I felt a couple of hands grab me from behind, and a guard smirked at me.
"Are we having fun yet, huh?" I said to Sam as the guard shoved me toward the exit. I noticed the other prisoner, who'd been with Lucas make a slicing motion across his neck at Sam, and suddenly I kicked myself for getting thrown into solitary, I was supposed to be looking after Sam, not getting him into more trouble.
Motel Room
Beth's POV
I had to keep busy to keep my mind off the fact that I was alone. I slipped the chain on the door, checking the lock for the third time this evening. My gun was permanently tucked at my back, and my silver knife was under my pillow. I started to go through outfits for tomorrow's meeting, pulling out a range of things.
Because there had been CCTV at the bank robbery, and I was probably on some of it, I had been working on at least appearing slightly different in case Henriksen clicked as to who I was – I would be meeting with him tomorrow. I had some non-prescription glasses that sat on the ridge of my nose making me look very official and intelligent, these alone made a difference. I was also going to wear my hair in an intricate bun at the back of my head, changing my look again because my hair had been down in the bank robbery. There was of course the fact that I wasn't pregnant any more as well, and I stopped to consider that for a moment, running my hands down my flat stomach.
I sighed, tears coming to my eyes and pushed back the heart ache. It always seemed twice as bad when I was alone, and seeing Henriksen had brought back a lot of the memories. I could still feel what it was like to have that little baby moving inside of me, to feel its kicks and prods. I sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping my arms around my stomach, my breath coming in short bursts. Hot tears stung my eyes, and the darkness threatened to swallow me. I decided to call Dean; it would help just to hear his voice.
I placed the call through to county detention and waited for Dean to come on the line, surprised when the guard came back so quickly.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm afraid your client has been placed into solitary confinement for the night," he said. I frowned. Solitary? What the hell had Dean been up to in there to land in solitary already?
"Solitary? Why is he in solitary?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Fighting," was the reply and I rolled my eyes. Not much of a surprise there.
"Well can I speak to my other client, Sam Winchester?" I asked.
This time there was a longer wait on the line and when it picked up I was thankful to hear Sam's voice on the end.
"Hello?" Sam asked, quiet and wary.
"Sammy, thank god. Are you ok?" I asked, realising for the first time just how tense I'd been all day worrying about those two.
"Yeah Beth, we're fine." Sam said reassuringly.
"Solitary?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
"It wasn't his fault..." Sam said. "Well, mostly not." I chuckled, that I could believe.
"Is he hurt?" I asked.
"Nah, he won, of course. Still earned him a time out though," Sam chuckled. I nodded, smiling in spite of the situation.
"So have you come across anything unusual yet?" I asked.
"Not yet, how about you?" Sam asked, and I glanced at the clock. The guard had said we had fifteen minutes to talk.
"Well I plan to see Henriksen tomorrow, see where he's at with the extradition orders, and try to get a stall on them. Maybe I can get him to look a little deeper at the cases, see the truth." I said. Sam snorted; he didn't think the FBI was capable of seeing anything other than what they wanted to see.
"Has Deacon made contact with you yet?" I asked, curious as to where the man stood in the equation.
"Not yet," Sam said.
We talked for a little while longer, just about how my day had been and I think Sam knew I was struggling because I was rambling about things that had nothing to do with the case, just trying to keep him talking longer.
"Beth, are you ok?" He asked finally, when I took a breath from filling him in on the latest Buffy episode I'd been watching.
"Yeah, yeah of course, why wouldn't I be?" I lied, taking a breath.
"It's ok to admit you're not," Sam said, pulling his Dr. Phil move on me. I paused and felt the tears coming back.
"I'll live, but the sooner you guys are back on this side of the wall, the better," I said quietly.
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, I hope this plan is as fool proof as Dean reckons it is." Sam said, voicing his concern about the plan for what was probably the umpteenth time, I was glad it was Dean who would be getting chewed out on that, and not me. I looked at the clock and our fifteen minutes was up.
"OK. Well, I'd better go, stay out of trouble, please? I miss you guys." I said, biting my lip.
"Yeah, we're ok Beth, don't worry – we'll be out of here before you know it. Be careful with Henriksen tomorrow." I nodded and then realised he couldn't see me.
"Yeah, I will. I'll talk to you soon ok?" He agreed and said good night, and I hung up, looking around the big empty motel room with a sigh.
Half an hour later, I had grabbed all the pillows off one of the beds, and piled them up on the bed I'd chosen to sleep in. I put some either side, and then changed into my pyjamas. Crawling into the middle of the bed, pillows either side of me – they made me feel a little more secure and sheltered. I had a big cup of cocoa on my bedside table, the remote in hand, and the laptop sitting on a pillow on my thighs.
I put on the Sci-Fi channel and settled back, putting the laptop away and cradling my cocoa in my hands. If I didn't have Dean, at least it felt like he was kind of cuddled up next to me with all these pillows. Just the same, I was going to sleep with the TV on tonight, the room was way too quiet for me – I was used to two grown men rolling around, muttering and grunting in their sleep, snoring away. It wasn't until I didn't have it anymore that those little annoyances suddenly became precious to me.
Solitary Confinement
Dean's POV
I was leaning against the brick wall; it felt cold against my back. The room was dark and chilled; we weren't given anything to stay warm with, no blanket, and no pillow for comfort. I was so bored; I kept playing prison scenes over and over in my head.
"I wish I had a baseball," I said out loud, thinking of one movie.
Lucas's voice sounded from across the hallway. "What? What'd you say?"
I stood up so I could see the guy through the slot in my cell door. "I said, 'I wish I had a baseball.'" I repeated myself. "You know, like - like Steve McQueen."
"Yeah? Well, I wish I had a bat so I could bash your frickin' head in." Lucas said to me. I recoiled a little; I thought we were bonding here!
"Ok..." I muttered, going back to lean against the wall. "Well, so much for the bonding in solitary moment."
The lights started to flicker and my breath fogged in front of me as a cold spot hit. "Crap," I muttered, moving back to the door and looking out through the little slot that passed for a window. I could see a clock on the wall, it read 8:30. I sighed and cursed being trapped in this area.
"Lucas," I called out to the other prisoner. "Listen to me. Stay very still."
Lucas looked through the window at me and then he stepped back very quickly, looking alarmed. I couldn't see a thing. There was a scream from his cell and I felt my breathing start to quicken in panic. The spirit had him and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it except listen to the muffled sounds of the man dying right before my very eyes!
Little Rock Police Station
The Next Morning
Beth's POV
My mind was all chatter when I reached the police station and I started to wonder if perhaps this wasn't such a great idea. Just the same, I knocked on the door to Henriksen's office and heard someone call out to enter. I straightened the glasses on my nose, they felt a little odd because I normally didn't wear any, and then I opened the door. Henriksen was sitting at a desk; Reidy was looking at paperwork in the background.
"Henriksen," I said to him, trying to sound a lot more confident than I felt. John had always told us, fake it until you make it.
"Hey, Martin," Henriksen said to me.
"Can I have a word?" I asked, taking a few steps into the room. Henriksen gestured to a chair.
"Have a seat. What's on your mind?" He asked, turning his full attention to me.
"I've been going through the Winchester charges. And I have to say, there are some weird inconsistencies." I said to him, getting ready to lay it on him.
"Welcome to my world," Henriksen said with a raised eyebrow.
"I talked to a cop in Baltimore who swears up and down these boys saved her life and helped her catch a killer." I felt bad getting Ballard involved, but it was time that some of these cops started actually helping us out in more of a way than just letting us walk free at the end of the day. I was sick of doing everything to help others and watching us, particularly Dean, get a bad rap because of it.
"And there's a witness to your bank robbery in Milwaukee. She swears Sam and Dean saved her life." I said to him.
"Saved her from what?" Henriksen asked. This is always where the stories fell down, because how did you explain a supernatural situation to a mainstream person?
"She was a little unclear on that." I admitted.
"That's because she's nuts. Look, I was in Milwaukee. I spoke to her. I spoke to all the witnesses." Henriksen said, staring at me.
"And?" I asked, curious.
"And all I know is, wherever these guys go, people die. It's that simple." He said. I wanted to sigh, but I kept my face deadpan, I was an impartial lawyer here, act the part.
"Well I don't know that it is. They just don't seem cut and dry guilty to me. I think there's more to this," I said, trying to get him to look a little deeper, to see what he'd missed.
"Like what?" Henriksen asked.
"Well, I'm just trying to point out that there are inconsistencies here, and there always seems to be a danger, something that these boys are in the middle of – something they are protecting people from. It's not as if it's the first time witnesses have said they saved their lives, not endangered them. I think you need to look a little deeper Henriksen. You need to see what is below the surface."
"Below the surface? Just how deep to I have to dig to see things for what they really are? China?" Henriksen snorted. "Maybe you've been digging a little too hard and you've lost your way. Anyway, the grown-ups are trying to get some work done here, so... if you don't mind." I stared at him stonily for a moment before getting up, not letting him intimidate me. When he looked away I stood up and headed toward the door.
"Think about what I said Henriksen, before you put innocent men in prison for something they didn't do." I walked out the door and shut it behind me before he could answer, my breathing coming a little harder and faster than usual. He'd rattled me a little, but I couldn't let him see that. It was time to go see the boys, but first I'd need to work out how I was going to get them alone in a room with me, it was only county detention so it should be ok, not like they'd made it to maximum detention yet.
Detention Center Rec Yard
Sam's POV
Dean had decided that the best way he was coming down off solitary confinement was to get in a game of poker. I found him in the yard playing with another prisoner at an outdoor table.
"Call," Dean said, looking at the guy, his poker face well and truly in place.
"Three aces," the guy said. Dean shook his head.
"That's a bad beat. That is a bad beat..." Dean said and I smirked, he had it in the bag though. Dean only ever joked around when he was on top. The prisoner thought he'd won and was already collecting his winnings of cigarettes that were on the table between them.
"...but see, I'm full... 3s over aces." Dean said, interrupting the actions of the guy. The prisoner dropped the cigarettes and slammed his hand down on the table, standing up. Dean laughed and spread his hands out in an apologetic gesture. "Sorry. Hey, it's a cruel game my friend."
The guy flung his cards down on the table and stalked off. I rolled my eyes and sat down opposite Dean, who was collecting up his winnings.
"It's like picking low hanging fruit," Dean commented with a chuckle.
"You don't even smoke," I pointed out to him.
"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked. "This is the currency of the realm." I looked at him and shook my head. It was slightly disturbing how much Dean knew about prison, he just had to stop watching those documentaries on prison life that he was always tuning in to. I found it distressing how comfortable he was in this place.
"Look. I got a good lead on Moody," I said to him, changing the subject.
"Me too. His spirit paid a little visit last night," Dean said to me. I felt my heart stop.
"What?" I asked.
"The clock stopped, the lights flickered, cold spot... I mean, he did everything but yell 'boo'." Dean reported to me.
"Well what happened?" I asked.
"He walked right by me. Lucas wasn't so lucky. I mean, the way he was screaming... guy was a jerk, but he didn't deserve to go like that." He paused, thinking, and then looked at me. The fact that it could have just as easily been Dean and not Lucas who met his maker last night was not lost on either of us. I shuddered, wondering how I would have explained that to Beth.
"What'd you find out on Moody?" Dean asked as if changing the subject.
"Yeah, I think I know where we might find his remains. I was talking to a guy earlier who was there when Moody died. Guards took a bat to him, using his head for batting practice." Dean grimaced.
"Bet that would leave a lot of blood," he commented. I nodded agreement.
"Yeah, Randall spent the next morning mopping up the blood. It was a mess." I said to him. Dean looked thoughtful.
"This in the old section?" Dean asked, and I nodded. "How we gonna get in?"
"I got a plan," I said.
Dean smiled at me. "That's the Sammy I know. Come on, man, you're like Clint Eastwood from Escape from Alcatraz." I didn't really know what he was talking about, prison escape movies weren't really my thing, but I nodded just the same.
"The problem is, even if we do find something, how are we gonna burn it? We don't have any accelerant." I said to him.
Dean smirked and looked at me smugly. "It's a good thing I'm like James Garner from The Great Escape." He said, standing up and holding up two hands full of cigarettes. He turned and looked over at a group of inmates. "Hey fellas! Who's ready to deal?"
Dining Area
Dean's POV
Sam and I were waiting in line for food. I was thinking about the crazy ass plan Sam had and sighed.
"You sure about this?" I asked him, a little dubious – this was Sam we were talking about.
"Pretty sure," Sam said, throwing my own words from yesterday back in my face.
"Yeah, well, considering our circumstances, I'd like a little better than 'pretty sure'," I said back at him, two could play at that game.
"Ok, really pretty sure," Sam said to me. I rolled my eyes at him and looked over the spaghetti that was on offer. I smiled at the kitchen server.
"I'd like mine al dente," I joked. She looked at me without any expression in her face, plonking some spaghetti on my plate and slopping sauce over the top. I grimaced. I couldn't wait to get out of this damn place and wrap my mouth around a nice burger. "Perfect," I said to her, turning away and walking to a table where Lucas's friend from the day before, who I'd nicknamed Tiny was sitting.
"Save room for dessert, Tiny," I said to him, sitting down at the same table.
"Hey, I wanted to ask you, 'cause I couldn't help but notice that you are two tonnes of fun. Just curious – is it like a thyroid problem, or is it some deep seated self-esteem issue?" I noticed Sam watching out of the corner of my eye and took another breath. This was a stupid, stupid plan.
"'Cause, you know, they're uh, they're just donuts. They're not love." I pushed. Tiny shoved his tray toward me and punched me in the face, sending me flying to the ground with a searing pain across my nose. Son of a bitch this was a bad plan! At the same time the Warden walked around a corner where Sam was standing near two guards. I got up and hit Tiny a few times, smashing him in the gut, the guy didn't budge. Tiny grabbed the front of my jumpsuit and I head-butted him, hitting hard, I think it had more of an impact on me. I groaned, stepping back with a hand to my head.
Finally one of the guards interceded, putting a baton around Tiny's neck, holding him from behind. Tiny wasn't having any of it; he picked up the guard and threw him down on the table. The table withstood the impact a hell of a lot better than the time Cole had put Dad through the one at Bobby's. I was impressed. Now we had the guards' attention, the Warden and two others ran to assist the guard that had just gone down. Tiny had me in another grapple, grabbing me from behind. I struggled, tossing a look back at Sam who had slipped into the kitchen, well on his way to getting to the other section of the prison to salt and burn the blood of Moody.
I felt myself starting to lose consciousness as Tiny had me around the throat. A guard smashed at Tiny with a baton and I fell to the ground. A guard hauled me to my feet and the Warden grabbed me by the chin.
"If we'd waited any longer, you'd be dead," the Warden said to me smugly.
"You waited long enough," I muttered at him with a glare. The Warden shoved his baton into my stomach and I doubled over, gasping for air and coughing. I felt a hand grab the back of my head and then the Warden snarled at me.
"Do yourself a favour. Don't talk." He looked over at the guards. "Take them both up to the infirmary."
Tiny and I found ourselves in adjacent cells, wire fence wall and a curtain between us. I could see him silhouetted against the light in his cell. The rest of the infirmary was dark and unattended. I was leaning against the wall, resting my forehead in my hand, feeling a little bit sorry for myself. It'd been a while since I'd taken such a beating, the scrape along my face was smarting and my stomach felt like it had just done the tango with an angry kickboxing monkey.
"Hey Tiny," I said to the giant man.
"Yeah?" Tiny asked.
"Hey, sorry about the things I was saying earlier. Can't really tell you why, but I had to get you angry. So, uh... anyway, sorry." I apologised, I really kind of liked the guy.
"It's ok," Tiny replied. "Truth is I have low self-esteem issues. My old man treated me and my brother like crap, right up til the day he died."
"How'd he die?" I asked, curious about this man who had just opened up his life to me.
"My brother shot him," Tiny said frankly.
"OK..." I said, shrugging.
I looked up and there was a freaky ass looking woman standing outside the cells in the infirmary. She was short, thin, and had a bird's nest of a hair do. She was staring me down with crazy eyes. "Oh crap," I said, moving to stand up.
"What is it?" Tiny asked.
I didn't answer, instead looking around for something to use against the ghost. Anything at all. Iron, salt...I rattled the door on my cell hoping maybe it would just miraculously open. No such luck. The ghost just walked right through the fence she was standing behind. I looked at the clock, the time hadn't changed.
"What's going on?" Tiny asked again.
I spotted a salt shaker on my food tray and I grabbed it. At least it was something. The ghost came closer to my cell and then I was flung across the cell, hitting the wall hard. I fell to the floor with a groan.
"What is it?" Tiny called out, hearing me move. He couldn't see through the curtain.
The ghost had come into the cell. She put a hand on my chest and I felt it constrict, a searing pain running through my whole torso. I groaned in pain, still having the sense of mind to fling the salt I was holding at her. She disappeared before my very eyes, I fell back, gasping for breath and feeling like I'd just been electrocuted.
Suddenly Tiny called out. "Oh! No! No!" I could see him panic, his body silhouetted against the curtain and moving away from another figure.
"Tiny!" I called out, getting to my feet. I watched, helpless, as Tiny's body slid down to the floor, and all noise from his cell stopped. "Tiny!" I slammed and kicked at the door of my cell. "Guard! Guard!"
Motel Room
Beth's POV
I was talking to Sam again; this was starting to become a habit that I wasn't pleased with. I was feeling like maybe there was something he wasn't telling me about Dean, since for two night's running he had been unable to make it to the phone. I pushed back a mild feeling of panic and turned my questioning to Sam.
"Why is he in the infirmary exactly?" I asked narrowed eyes not able to assess his body language over the phone.
"Uh, well, we needed a distraction while I snuck into the kitchen and crawled into an air vent." Sam said to me.
"Right...to get to the old wing so you could... do what exactly?" I asked.
"Salt and burn Moody's mattress." Sam explained. It all sounded legit, but why did I feel like there was something I was missing?
"Dean is all right, isn't he?" I asked, starting to worry some more.
"Yeah Beth, he's fine. I mean, he's probably a little beat up, but I'm sure he'll be just fine come morning." Sam said, and I grimaced at the thought of either one of them coming to any harm inside that place.
"OK, well I'm coming to visit you tomorrow, I want to see Dean for myself, you have a very nonchalant attitude about these fights Sam, it's a little worrying." I said.
Sam laughed and I could almost see the rolling of the eyes. "He's fine Beth! Hell you've given him more bruises and bumps than this guy did." I sighed.
"How did it go with Henriksen?" Sam asked, changing the subject.
I sighed and thought about my answer. "I don't know. I have given him enough information to run with, to see the truth if he really wants to see it himself." I said finally. "But he doesn't really want to look further than his own conclusions at this point."
"What about the extradition?" Sam asked. I frowned.
"Still coming along, but won't be for another day at least." I said, "so we have maybe 48 hours, possibly less." I could hear Sam's sigh on the other end of the phone.
"OK. Well keep at it, salting and burning that mattress should be the end of things anyway, but we need to stick around and check, maybe another day since the attacks have been happening at night. Then tomorrow we should be able to pull the plug." Sam said. I nodded even though he couldn't see me.
"Ok." I agreed. "Stay safe and please don't let Dean get into any more fights!" Sam laughed and promised, hanging up. I shook my head. I was not pleased with the idea of Dean in the infirmary right now; I had no way of knowing if he was ok or not.
Detention Center Rec Yard
Dean's POV
"Wait," Sam said, looking incredulous. "So you're telling me it wasn't Moody?"
"Not unless he liked going around dressed like a nurse. Poor Tiny, man. Poor giant Tiny." I said shaking my head as we walked big circles of the yard.
"Wait, so this is – this is, like the ghost of some nurse who worked here or something?" Sam asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know man. I guess."
"At this point, 'I don't know' isn't working for me," Sam nagged. "See, uh, I thought we were done. I called Deacon. It's happening. We're getting out tonight."
"I guess we got to do some quick research then," I said to him.
"How? I mean, maybe you haven't noticed... we're in jail." Sam reminded me and I shook my head. Sometimes Sam forgot that the internet wasn't the only way to do research.
"Well... where did you get your information about Moody from?" I said. Sam paused and then looked around the yard, fixating on someone. Minutes later we were standing in front of some guy called Randall.
"So you want to know about some nurse?" He asked, giving us the once over. Sam nodded.
"Why do you want to know?" Randall asked, he looked suspiciously at us. I was tired and didn't feel like playing games.
"We got our reasons. But, uh, we'll make it worth your while." I said to him, showing him a packet of cigarettes. Randall took the packet and shoved it in his pocket.
"So this nurse, she would have white hair, one screwed up eye – is that ringing a bell?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I remember her." Randall said to us.
"You remember her name?" I asked.
"No, that's still kind of fuzzy," he lied, looking at me once more. Sam exhaled, giving me a slightly amused look.
"Give it to him," Sam said. I shot him an offended look.
"I earned these!" I said.
"Dean..." Sam said in a warning tone. I sighed and handed Randall another pack of cigarettes.
"Glockner. Nurse Glockner," Randall said all of a sudden, his memory coming back to him. "Nasty old bitch worked here in the 70s."
"You knew her?" Sam asked.
"I met her once. Had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through my arm." He subconsciously rubbed his arm, thinking about it. "At least I got out of there alive."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked him.
"I've heard these stories. I don't know if they were true. Cons love to talk, but we're all liars." Randall said.
"What kind of stories?" I questioned, curious about this crazy nurse.
"Guys would go up with a cold. Next thing you know, they're in a body bag. A whole rash of heart attacks – young guys, old guys." Randall said, looking around.
"Heart attacks?" Sam asked. That was how people were dying now; it had to be this nurse.
"Yeah. Story was Glockner had it out for cons and she did this, uh, Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic." Randall said looking at us. "Anyway that was the rumour. Nobody every 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." Randall said.
Dining Area
Dean's POV
"OK, so let's say those stories on Glockner were true," Sam said, sitting across the table from me.
"It's a thought," I admitted. "In life, she's vigilante. In death, same thing."
"Right. But how is she tied in with the old cellblock? And if she's going after cons, why kill that one guard?" Sam asked.
"I did hear in the yard that the guard wasn't exactly squeaky clean, so maybe she's going after anybody that breaks a law, like me." I said to him.
"You heard in the yard?" Sam asked me incredulously. He'd never been one to appreciate the finer art of prison documentaries, much to my disgust. At least Beth humoured me and pretended to watch them with me. I figured it was research, for moments like this, and she needed to know as well, never knew when we might have to send her into a women's prison, I wanted her prepared.
"Yeah," I said with a nod.
"Does it bother you at all how easily you seem to fit in here?" Sam asked me.
I shrugged, looking at him. "No, not really."
Sam shook his head. "All right. Either way, we need more info on Glockner. Is she buried – if so, where? And we got five hours to get it." I gave Sam a look which was pretty plain and clear. "No, no. Don't give me that 'we got to see this thing through' look. We are leaving tonight, no matter what," Sam said resolutely.
"I don't want to let Deacon down. We do owe him." I said to Sam.
"Yeah, but we don't owe him our lives, Dean." Sam said, giving me a pointed look. I stood up with a smirk. "Where are you going?" He asked me.
I gave him another grin. "I'm gonna go talk with our lawyer." I said. Sam laughed.
Interrogation Room
Beth's POV
I'd already been working on getting some face-to-face time with my 'client' when I got the call from Dean. The fact that he'd been injured in a fight gave me a little more leverage and Deacon had pulled some strings to get us an interrogation room instead of the usual glass window and phones to talk through.
Dean was already in the room when I walked in and shut the door behind me. I looked nervously at the security camera and then saw the light blink off. Deacon had taken care of the surveillance in the room too. Perfect.
"Hey," Dean said to me, turning around and I noticed a big graze along the left side of his face. I grimaced, walking over to tentatively touch it, making some sympathetic noises.
"Oooh that looks like it hurts," I said, he flinched a little when I touched it, and nodded.
"I'll live, how are you?" He asked me, turning those hazel eyes to me, hands coming up to hold me at the waist and as he looked me over.
I smiled at him. I figured if he could handle whatever was going on in here; my little emotional issues were nothing to deal with. "I'm fine." I said to him, running my hands down the front of his chest. "I miss you."
"Yeah, me too," Dean said with a sigh.
"So what did you need me for?" I asked, curious.
"Oh darlin', that is a loaded question that's going to take hours to answer," he said with a smirk and it made me laugh.
"Oh really? Hours huh?" I said with a grin, slipping my hands behind him and pulling him into a hug. He leaned down and brushed his lips along mine with a soft sigh.
"Mhmmm," he murmured. His kisses turned urgent and I wound my arms up around his neck, moaning lightly as he tugged at my shirt, pulling it out of the waistband where I'd had it neatly tucked, running his hands up under it across my bare skin.
"Dean..." I said, gasping as I felt him pressed up against me, his hot lips starting to work their way along my collarbone and up my neck. "Dean, you wanted me to do something for you?" I asked a little breathlessly.
He nodded, still kissing me and I started to unbutton his jumpsuit, running my own hands down his firm chest.
"Yeah, uh, I need you to go find out where some nurse is buried," he said, before claiming my lips again. His hand snaked its way along my thigh, riding my skirt up so he could slide his hand along my inner thigh. I groaned into his kisses and pulled away, gasping at the sudden contact.
"What nurse?" I asked, pulling the jumpsuit down over his shoulders, and sliding my hands up under his t-shirt, dragging my nails lightly along his back.
He moaned and swallowed hard, looking at me for a brief moment. "Glockner. She used to work here." He lifted me up on to the table, his hands spreading my legs a little so he could trail his fingers along my thighs. He resumed his kisses along my jawline and then started to suck and kiss at my neck, his hand moving deeper and brushing along my already inflamed and aching centre.
I struggled to concentrate. "We need to salt and burn her, otherwise we'll be staying in here, until we figure out what to do about it," Dean said and I groaned as he stroked a finger along me. I reached down and found him hard underneath what was left of his clothing.
I pushed his jumpsuit open just a little more, sliding my hand down into his pants, grasping his shaft and stroking its length, I was rewarded with a sharp groan from Dean and a little bite on the neck. "Are you nuts? Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you're in?" I asked him.
"I have a vague notion," he said, spreading my legs a little further apart and slipping a finger inside of me, pushing my panties to the side. I groaned, arching my back to him a little.
"Good, so let's forget about this idea of staying in here, you're leaving, tonight." I said, I'd already spoken to Sam about it, I knew he'd phoned Deacon. I squeezed his shaft a little, making my point.
"Beth..." He groaned with a warning tone to it. He was kissing me along my shoulders, his fingers working their magic down below, I found it really hard to focus on what I was supposed to be arguing with him about, but then, I guess that was the point. He dropped his jumpsuit the rest of the way and freed his arousal, pushing it in against me. I gasped as I felt him rub up against me.
"Dean, we have work to do..." I said to him, not really listening to my own words. He nodded and pulled at my legs, sliding me toward him. I gasped as I felt him work his way into me, groaning at the feeling of him filling me. "We don't have much time," I breathed into his ear, starting to kiss along his neck as he pulled me to him, hands coming up under my buttocks.
He lifted me and started to kiss my lips as we spun back toward the wall, hitting it with a bit of an urgent crash. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I gasped with each thrust while he kept us pinned to the wall, a hand coming around to apply some pressure to my clit as he worked his way in and out of me. I gasped, biting down on his neck, clinging to him.
"So..." Dean was saying, moving to my shoulder and burying his face in the crook of my neck. He groaned as he started to thrust a little harder. "Grave first," he said breathlessly, I moaned in response, nodding. "Then escape."
I felt my legs turning to jello, the same usual warm sensation working its way up from my centre. It was consuming and I moaned into his shoulder, as he drove harder into me. We reached our peak quickly, it had been a while for either of us, and the urgency of our situation wasn't lost on either one of us. I felt him shudder against me, his groans smothered in my neck as I clamped down around him; spasming and feeling my legs go weak. How guys did this standing up I would never know.
As if to answer, Dean groaned when the initial moment had passed and moved us to a chair where he sat down, I found myself straddling him, spent and tired, my skirt hiked up all the way around my waist.
"You're a great lawyer, you really go above and beyond, you know that?" Dean grinned and I laughed, shaking my head at him.
"Well, some services come with extra charges Mr Winchester," I said with a grin. I looked at him a little more seriously now that was out of the way, touching the side of his face again softly.
"I need you to get out of here tonight, ok?" I asked him, letting him see how worried I really was about them in here. "There's nothing you can do from in here anymore, the grave won't be in here." He watched me, a frown creasing his brow. There was a knock at the door and a voice called out to us.
"Five minutes!" I looked at him and pulled myself off his lap, starting to rearrange my clothing into some semblance of neatness again. Dean stood up, pulling his jumpsuit back over his shoulders, watching my every move.
"What's wrong?" He asked, realising there was something more to what I was saying.
"Nothing, I'm fine. I don't have the hard gig here." I said to him, tucking my shirt back into the waistband of my skirt.
"Yeah, maybe not," Dean said, his hands sliding around my waist and running soft circles along my back. "Then again, maybe it's worse being on the outside looking in?" I nodded; he had hit the nail right on the head there.
"Please Dean," I said, eyes threatening to start with the tears again. "Don't do something stupid and leave me alone out here. The extradition might come through tomorrow."
He nodded. "OK." I looked at him pointedly. "All right! We're getting out tonight, ok? You know what you have to do?" He asked; I nodded. "Henriksen is going to come after us."
"I'll handle Henriksen," I said to him, and he looked a little worried. "Don't worry!" I laughed. "He doesn't suspect a thing." I smoothed over my hair with my hands and shrugged back into my dress jacket.
Dean pulled me to him once more for a longer, gentler kiss this time. When he pulled back his eyes were searching mine and he ran a couple of fingers along my face.
"Be careful," he said softly to me. I nodded and pulled him to me for a final embrace. The door opened to the room and I stepped back quickly, the Warden was standing there; he looked at us curiously, almost as if he suspected what had been going on in here.
"OK, well thanks," Dean said to me dismissively, looking over at the Warden. "You're worth every dime that PD office pays you," he chuckled.
I smirked and inclined my head at him. "I'll get right on to that information you need Mr Winchester." I said back with a grin that only he could see. He nodded and I left the room, casting one more look back at him before the door was shut behind me. I sighed, and allowed the Warden to show me out of the facility.
Detention Center Rec Yard
Dean's POV
I spotted Sam across the yard as I made my way back down to the common area. He waved me over and I went to join him.
"She ok?" Sam asked. I nodded with a smile, it might not have been my best work, but I figured it would be enough to tide her over until I was free again. Then I planned on living up to my hours promise.
"Yeah, yeah she's fine." I said to him. "She's getting right on it."
"We can't wait to see if she finds anything," Sam said to me.
"We could give it another day," I said, ignoring the look he gave me and shutting out the lecture I knew I'd get from Beth if we stayed in here any longer.
"No, no, no. We're leaving tonight, and that's it." Sam said to me, sounding just like her.
"So we're just gonna let these people die?" I asked him.
"Don't give me that, all right? This was your stupid plan. I went along with it, but we're sticking to the plan." Sam said, his voice rising a little.
"Ok." I said, making a decision. "Uh, you leave. I'm gonna stay." I turned and started to walk away from him. Sam followed me.
"Hey, don't turn away. Don't turn away from me!" Sam shouted.
"Screw you!" I yelled back at him.
"What?!" Sammy said incredulously. "Screw you!" He said as he grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around. I pushed him to get him off me. A guard grabbed Sam and I found myself pulled back against the Warden, his baton around my chest.
"All right, hard case. I see the usual methods ain't gonna work with you." The Warden snarled in my ear. The guard had cuffed Sam, and the Warden pushed me to the guard near him, I found my own hands secured behind my back as the Warden pulled on Sam's jacket, pushing him toward the building. "You too, sweetheart." He said.
The Warden followed the guard inside as they brought us into a large empty room.
"Take off. I want to handle this alone." He said to the guard, who obeyed him without question.
The Warden stepped up to us, a menacing look on his face, and then suddenly he smiled, putting a hand on the side of my neck. I realised suddenly who he was.
"Deacon, you are beating the holy hell out of me, man!" I said with a chuckle. We'd known he was on the inside, but he'd said it was best if we didn't know who he was when he'd called for the simple reason that we'd be able to play dumb if we ran into him at the facility.
Deacon spun me and uncuffed my hands. "Sorry Dean, I thought I was going easy on you." I laughed at that thought. "Just, uh, trying to make it look real."
"Yeah. Well, mission accomplished." I said with a shake of my head. "Beth isn't real impressed with this face you know," I said and he chuckled.
"Well I hope you managed to … pacify... her a little this afternoon. Not everyone gets some one-on-one time with their lawyers you know." Deacon said with a chuckle. "Especially not without cuffs, security cameras or a guard."
Sam was gaping at us and I chuckled a little at the whole thing.
"Well it's certainly one thing we hadn't tried before," I said with a short laugh.
Deacon patted me on the back in a proud father-son way, like I'd just sown a wild oat that allowed him to live up to some middle-aged fantasy.
"Well I can't say as I blame you," Deacon said. "She's a fine looking girl." I grinned and nodded. I couldn't agree more.
"Uhhh," Sam said, interrupting the boys' moment. He turned around, indicating his cuffs. Deacon smirked and un-cuffed him.
"Thanks," Sam said as his hands were freed, rubbing at his wrists.
"So, is it over?" Deacon asked us, getting back to business.
"No. Turns out, it wasn't Moody." Sam said.
"What?" Deacon asked, looking surprised. "Then who?"
"Uh, we think it's some nurse who used to work here, but we're shy on all the intel we need." Sam said to him.
"Which is why we should stick around until we find it," I said to Deacon. I really didn't want to let the guy down.
"Oh, hey guys." Deacon said, taking an envelope out of his jacket pocket. Sam missed it, he was fuming at me.
"You want to have this fight for real, Dean? We got to go." Sam said to me, shoving me in the shoulder. Deacon looked slightly amused, he'd listened to me bitch at Sammy a few times over the phone. How we got the job done, fighting and carrying on like we did sometimes was beyond me.
"I'm just saying..." I found myself shoved again by Sam and it was starting to piss me off.
"We've got to go now!" Sam said forcefully.
"Guys," Deacon said, but we were both ignoring him now.
"We are leaving Dean. Otherwise, we'll be leaving in shackles for Milwaukee, with Henriksen as company." Sam's eyes were flashing with anger.
"Oh come on!" I said, conveniently forgetting my promise to Beth.
"Guys!" Deacon said to us again.
"What?!" We both said simultaneously, looking back at Deacon.
"Uh, Beth, she left this earlier for you." He held up the envelope he'd been pulling out of his jacket when Sam had started to accost me.
"Would you look at that, she was quick. Man she's good." I said proudly, smiling back at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes.
"You want to, maybe, open it up?" He said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, opening the envelope and scanning the papers.
"Wow. Glockner died in the old cellblock after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising. She got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell and gave her a severe cerebral edema." I said, looking up.
"Someone bashed her head in," Sam said thoughtfully. I nodded. "Does it say where she's buried?" I nodded again.
"All right then, let's get you the hell out of here," Deacon said with a smile, moving to pull a vent cover down from the wall.
"Don't worry Deacon. We'll get rid of this thing," I promised.
"Good, because I want it out of my prison," Deacon said sombrely, walking back over to us. "Boys, uh... I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot but you still came through. Your daddy raised you right." He looked proudly at us.
"Well, we owed you," Sam said, finally starting to get it.
Deacon pulled Sam into a hug and then did the same to me. He smiled as he stepped back. "Hope to see you again, huh? Just not in here, ok?"
I laughed. "Yeah, we'll do our best." Deacon nodded.
"Say hi to Beth for me," I nodded and then smirked at him.
"Oh, where do you want it?" I asked him.
"What?" Deacon asked, looking confused. I grinned at him.
Deacon grimaced and pointed to his cheek. I pulled my arm back to swing a punch at him. Deacon held up a hand to stop me. I paused with a frown.
"Uh... make it look real, son." He said. I smirked, and then punched him, hard. I kind of felt bad, doing it to the guy. But it was part of the cover story.
Little Rock Police Station
Beth's POV
I'd been called into the police station. I was expecting it. About thirty minutes earlier I had received the call from Deacon to let me know that the boys had successfully escaped prison life. He'd also said gone with the plan to sic Henriksen on to me so to take suspicion off him, plus give the boys more time to get to the cemetery and take care of Nurse Glockner.
I was sitting in Henriksen's office, staring at the man himself.
"It's an easy question. What did you and Dean talk about?" Henriksen asked me, pacing around the table in the middle of the room. I had glanced at the computer screen when I came in; my credentials were up on the screen. Good thing Sam had taken the time to set them up properly, of course that was half the issue the real public defender was having right now. Apparently someone had taken her information and used it to create themselves a fake ID. I knew it was just a matter of time before a flag would come up about that, but so far Henriksen seemed none the wiser.
"I have already told you. That was a private conversation between me and my client." I said to him, playing the confidentiality card.
"Right," Henriksen said, leaning heavily on the table in front of me. "And three hours later he just happened to bust out. Now, tell me what he said."
I stared at him, part of me wanted to tell him exactly what he'd said, but that would only land me in really hot water so I kept my smirk to myself.
"Let me make this simple." Henriksen said. "You don't come clean, I will put you on the hook for aiding and abetting," he threatened.
"Oh, that – that is ridiculous," I scoffed at him, refusing to be intimidated.
"You don't think that I can? You think this is some kind of game, lady? I am the last person you want to screw with. Now, tell me what he said." Henriksen said again, his eyes flashing with anger.
I sighed, looking at with frustration. "He wanted me to do some research. On a prison nurse who died in 1976." I said to him, dangling just a little bit of bait.
"What? Why?" Henriksen asked, confused.
"I don't know." I said with a shrug.
"What else?" He asked.
"They wanted to know where she was buried," I said, looking at him.
"Did you find out where?" He asked, and I nodded. "Did you tell them?" I raised my eyebrow and then nodded again.
"Tell me," Henriksen said, giving me a threatening look.
I sighed. "Mountainside Cemetery."
He stood back and threw a triumphant look at Reidy. "Am I allowed to go now?" I asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow at him. "That's all I know."
Henriksen nodded at me, his mind now on other things. I saw a flag come up on the computer over my photo and grimaced, standing up. Neither of them had noticed yet, but it would only be a matter of moments. I took a few steps around the table and pretended to stumble, grabbing at the laptop screen, and pushing it down as I fell into the table.
The screen momentarily down, I regained my footing, looking a little sheepishly at the Agents. Grabbing my bag, I headed for the door as I heard Henriksen get on the phone, calling for a squadron of cars to be sent up to the cemetery. I had to get out of here and re-join the boys.
I'd stolen a car, having left the Impala outside the prison for Dean and Sam. I climbed in it as soon as I reached it and set a course for the Green Valley Cemetery. They'd be waiting for me there.
As I reached the Impala, I saw Dean and Sam hurrying through the graveyard, shovels in hand. I got out with a smile and Dean gave me a quick hug and kiss, he looked relieved to see me.
"Did it work?" He asked, and I nodded.
"He's at Mountainside, but he's quick, won't be long before he figures out I gave him the switch." I said. He nodded, opening the door to the Impala.
"Which is why we have to get moving, come on." I didn't argue, climbing into the front seat, Sam had taken the back, anticipating that I'd want to ride up front with Dean after being away for a few days. He was right.
Dean climbed into the driver's seat and looked in the mirror at Sam who was looking concerned.
"Thought we were screwed before?" He asked.
"Yeah, I know," Dean answered, starting the car. "We got to go deep this time."
"'Deep,' Dean?" Sam said with a smirk. "We should go to Yemen."
Dean shook his head and chuckled. "Ooh, I'm – I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep." He answered. I smirked.
"Well, I hear Rio is nice this time of year," I commented, grinning at them both. Dean snorted and pulled the car away from the curb. I wasn't sure we could get much deeper than where we were already without leaving the country. Suddenly our big open highway seemed like a little road navigating a dangerous area of landmines.
Henriksen was not going to stop now he'd seen Dean in the flesh, and I was pretty sure I'd probably just made it on to their wanted list along with the boys – they wouldn't know who I was, but they had a photo now at least. Now that I had the notoriety, something I'd been wanting for a while, I found myself wishing for the safety of my anonymity again. The grass really was greener on the other side.
"It's like a week's drive to Brazil," Dean said with a grin at me. And a few tens of thousands worth of fake passports, visas and bribe money. We knew Rio was just a super back up, a last resort when America decided she no longer wanted us. There was no way we would just do the trip on a whim. Even still, I wondered how bad we had to be wanted by the law before our back up plan became our only plan.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Song for the chapter is Dead, Jail or Rock'n'Roll by Warrant
Big thanks to EarthhAngel for her ongoing support, proofreading, and overall fun in talking storyline. Not to mention our Dean & John obsession which gets indulged in daily :D (I had a joke today because I was so busy at work that I didn't even have time to chat on messenger. I believe my quote was "I have been so busy I haven't even thought about Dean once!" - and that's saying something, normally I'm obsessed with what's coming next in the story and playing it in my head, talking about it to EA, and so on. So yes, I was very busy this morning LOL)
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P.S. Slowing down on the smut now, I promise. Wasn't even going to have it in this chapter, but who could miss the opportunity for a clandestine conjugal visit? Besides I had it written ages ago, wasn't any point in wasting it. Hope it hasn't turned anyone off - there's unlikely to be any in the next three chapters, so you'll get a break for a bit. (P.S. It's very hard to respond to questions if you leave Guest reviews, so if you want a response, please either sign in or PM me if you don't want to have your name publicly on the review list) Cheers!