Thank you for all of the reviews! Bit of a lack of action this chapter, but I promise there will be some more next chapter.

Last chapter: "You are wanted for the murder of Mercy Tanner, and the kidnapping and assault of Taylor Tanner. You have the right to remain silent…"

The police officers guided Sam and Dean roughly through the hospital, the group gathering dirty looks the entire way to the police car. The two were shoved into the back of the vehicle as the officers shut the door.

They sat silently in the back of the car as they made their way to the prison, both speechless in shock of what just happened. Still dazed, Dean and Sam cooperated as they were led out of the car and into the grim prison ahead of them.

"I hope you guys like this place, you might be here a while." One of the officers teased. "Honestly," Dean answered, glancing at the giant, sullen men and the gloomy brick topped off with barbed wire. "I was expecting more ominous thunder and lightning." This earned him an extra hard shove as they made their way inside.

ONE DAY LATER

Finally! Sam thought, walking quickly across the courtyard towards Dean. He had been waiting all day to see Dean again. They hadn't talked to each other since they had arrived.

Dean looked up as Sam joined him on the bench. "Dude, how did you get to keep that?" Sam asked, noticing Dean's amulet, twice as noticeable against their matching orange jumpsuits. "When they took our items I put it in my mouth!" Dean said proudly. "That's just gross." Sam replied, disgusted.

"Have you made your one call yet?" Dean asked.

"Uh, yeah."

"I hope you didn't call Bobby, 'cause it wouldn't do us any good if we both called the same person."

"I didn't."

"Well, stop beating around the bush, who'd you call?"

"I called Christian."

"What? Who's Christian?"

"I went to law school with him."

"Come on, I'm trying to get us out of this mess and you decide it's time to get chatty with your college buddies?"
Sam shrugged. "He's a lawyer now."

Dean realized where he was going with this. "Oh, come on Sammy, don't act like that! We don't need lawyers, we're innocent."

"It's Sam, and no, Dean, we aren't innocent." Seeing Dean's confused face he continued. "To everyone else's eyes we didn't save a baby girl who happened to be Dad's daughter from a Lamia after her mother was killed by it. To everyone else it was us that murdered that poor women, us that stole her child, and us that beat her in that basement in California. Face the facts Dean. Unless you want to tell the judge that she was beat up by demons who wanted to use her to get to us because you are an angel's meatsuit you're gonna have to keep your mouth shut about what really happened!"

"Okay, Crankypants…" Dean muttered.

The whistle sounded for everyone to leave the courtyard and go back to their cells. "We still need a plan though," Sam said before they headed in different directions back to their cells.

….

It was 10:55 at night when Dean finally had an idea. It came to him, sadly, when his cellmate began crying and begging for the "wonderful, peaceful angels to keep me safe from the sick creatures locked up in this craphole."

"Cas!" he said out loud, causing the bawling man to look up. "It's Jerry," he replied, before continuing to sob into the dark corner of the cell.

…

As they were excused to the courtyard the next day, Dean asked to use the bathroom. The guard stood outside the door as Dean went in. He immediately checked under all of the doors to see if anyone else was there. It was empty.

"Cas, should you have your angelic mojo up and running, come down here and, uh, help us. So, yeah." The flutter of wings announced the angel's arrival. "This is the worst motel you've ever stayed in." he announced, looking around. "No, no, Cas. We're in a prison bathroom." Dean corrected. "Most people prefer to pray for angels in churches." Castiel replied.

Dean ignored the angel's last remark. "You see, Sammy and I got ourselves in a slight situation."

"What happened?" Cas asked.

"We, uh, we were arrested for assault, kidnapping, and murder." Dean winced, it sounded worse when he said it like that.

"Hmmm," Castiel thought. "Okay, I'll take you back." He reached out a hand to Dean's forehead. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean stopped him. "Sam's comin' too."

Castiel seemed deep in thought. "Fine, if that's the only way you'll leave then you better find a way to get together without anyone seeing you."

With another flap of wings, the angel was abruptly gone again.

Dean sighed. Great, something else to take time away from getting back to Ruth.

…..

"So, I'm going to be your lawyer for your multiple accusations. I'm not going to sugar-coat it: the evidence points against you."

"Yeah, no, I understand that." Sam wasn't too worried about his case in court. It was ironic, wasn't it? Usually when he did a case it meant hunting down a murdering creature out for the kill. Now, he was the "murdering creature." Sam really hoped Dean had a way out of this, 'cause he had no good ideas.

"I have a question." Sam stated.

"Yes? Anything." Was the reply.

"What's going to happen to Ruth?" Sam couldn't stop thinking about what must be going through Ruth's mind about this whole situation. He wondered what the doctors had told her.

"You mean Taylor Tanner?" The lawyer asked.

"Yeah, sure, Taylor Tanner."

"Taylor is going to go to the nearest adoption agency. She had no family other than her mother. No one knows who her father is."

Sam sighed. If he explained that Dad was Ruth's father they would want a sample of his dad's DNA to compare to Ruth's. How do you explain that after your father died you burnt him? They needed to get out of here fast.

….

Dean walked up to where Sam was sitting in the courtyard. "Cas is gonna help us." He announced. "Castiel?" Sam didn't know if he'd heard right. "Castiel is going to help me? Even though I'm Lucifer's vessel?"

"Well, I think I made it quite obvious I wasn't going to leave without you." Dean replied. "We just need to find a way to get together without anyone watching."

"The bathroom?" Sam offered.

"No, there's a guard outside and it's one guy at a time."

It looked like the brothers had a lot of thinking to do.

…..

The next day Dean was eager to see Sam at the courtyard. He finally had an idea and it was the only time they got to talk. They didn't even get to eat meals together. Sam wasn't at the bench where they had agreed to meet by the time Dean showed up.

Five minutes later and Sam still hadn't shown.

Twenty minutes later Dean was getting worried.

When the whistle was blown to go back to the cells Dean finally realized a very frightening prospect: Someone else was missing, and his name was Killer Keith, a man known for his size and extremely short temper.

Now Dean was really worried.

To be continued?