hi everyone. as many as you know, my hardrive crashed and i lost this past chapter and had to start over from scratch D: i'm sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy (:

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Chapter 54: Folsom Prison Blues Part 3

"Bobby?"

Bobby finished drying his hands on the towel and sighed as he looked at me. "Hiya, Andy. Sleep well?"

"Where's Dean and Sam?"

"They uh...they…"

"Bobby please don't feed me a story!" Hysteria started creeping into my voice. "Where are they? We don't have case there's no reason…" I stopped, midsentence and swallowed. My hands turned into fists and angry tears filled my eyes.

I didn't need Bobby to tell me where Dean and Sam were, because I already knew.

Green River County Detention Center.

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I threw the covers off me and stood, ignoring the black dots in front of my eyes as I stood too quickly. "Oh that Dean fucking Winchester!" I didn't care if I woke the hooker and the man in the room next door. I was pissed and I was letting anyone within a three mile radius know that fact.

"Andy…" Bobby treaded carefully.

I sighed unevenly. I knew he was approaching me like I might take my anger out on something…or in this case him since he was the closest. And he was right; my hands were clenched so tight that my knuckles were turning white. I felt like throwing something at him, even though deep down I knew this wasn't his fault and that it would get me nowhere. Hell, I'm sure the Winchesters knew I'd be this pissed and for Bobby's safety they had bolted everything down.

"You know this isn't exactly Dean's fault." Bobby stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door. "Now, are you hungry?" I almost gaped at the casualness of it. I was about to blow a fucking gasket and Bobby was offering me food, ignoring my mouth half open as he approached the kitchen table. "Dean told me you eat like a disposal when you first wake up." He chuckled but he was the only one laughing.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Dean also tell you how pissed I was going to be when I woke up and figured out where they were?"

Bobby sighed like he was tired and adjusted the cap on his head. "They were just trying to keep you—"

"Oh, God, Bobby," I rubbed my forehead. "If you say safe I'm going to throw something at you."

Bobby chuckled and nodded once. "Alright then. We'll go with 'out of harm's way'."

"Better." I grumbled and made my way over to the kitchen table. I sat down in front of Sam's laptop and pushed the screen up and pushed the power button. I watched Bobby for a moment. He was leaning against the counter and looking at the floor, like he wanted to ask or say something to me but he couldn't get the words out.

"So…" I said softly. "Was this pre-planned or did we just think of it this morning to see how I'd fucking react?"

"Words like that shouldn't be coming out of a pretty mouth like yours." Bobby scolded and went into the cabinet to get a glass.

I glanced up from the screen and bit my tongue on the comment that he wasn't my father and how I could say anything that I wanted. He went into the fridge and poured me a glass of orange juice. The slow melody of the machine starting up echoed in my ears. I was tired and I wondered how long I had been asleep after they had left. I bet it was a real funny spectacle. Dean and Sam just grabbing their things and running, probably looking back at me as I was still sleeping, my arms reaching out and looking for Dean's body but finding cold sheets. My eyes nearly filled with tears but I tried to ignore it. I'm sure that's the last thing Bobby wanted. Hell, it was the last thing I wanted. I wasn't letting Dean make me cry over him.

"How long have you been here?" I asked gruffly, typing the password into the start up page.

I was surprised that they hadn't changed the password on me so I couldn't do any research on the laptop. Childish, yes, but it wasn't like they hadn't tried to limit my participation in this whole hunt. And I really understood why Dean and Sam needed to do this, why they had an obligation to help someone that needed and had asked for it. That, I didn't have a problem with. I was so damn upset because they didn't tell me. They just left me to wake up with the realization that they were gone. Okay, fine, I made it apparent that I didn't like the plan for this job but I rather of them told me that they were going to do this whether they cared about my opinion or not than just leave me in the middle of the night. They had no idea how much they hurt me on this one.

"They left two hours ago." Bobby answered me and leaned against the counter again. It seemed like they had been gone longer. Like they had left the moment I had fallen asleep.

I waited for the computer to start up and glared at the wallpaper Sam had on the desktop. He rarely personalized this thing since it was just used for research. I had been looking through the picture files one day and found an old picture of me, Sam and Dean leaning against the front of the Impala.

Despite my anger I couldn't help but smile slowly. I remembered exactly when the picture had been taken. I had been in an extreme scrapbook phase, something that helped me cope with the death of my father I suppose. I had dove into the idea, taking pictures of everything. And one morning before John, Sam, Dean and I left for a hunt I asked John to take a picture of me and my favorite boys.

So I stood in the middle, with Dean on my right. Cocky full grin set in place and an almost too big leather jacket over his shoulders. His arm draped carefully over my shoulders, like he was afraid to touch me. We hadn't exactly been the best of friends back then. We disagreed on everything. Sam stood on my left, his arm around my waist. I smiled softly at the tall, lanky kid with hair nearly covering his soft eyes. I looked so frail in the middle of those two Winchesters. Nothing compared to how I looked now.

It was too bad I hadn't stuck with the scrapbook idea, to look at now when I was older and to give to my daughter. But then again, what the hell was I supposed to fill it with? Sam arguing with his father and Dean cleaning weapons? Proms that never happened and school photos from schools that we barely stayed in for a month?

"You sure you're not hungry?" Bobby asked. "I can make you anything you want."

"I want to go to that jail." I said softly and pressed the Google icon. I typed the name of the prison into the search engine and waited for the links to pop up.

"Andy, Dean and Sam will be back in a few days…"

"Goddamnit Bobby." I slammed my fist into the table, the wood making a sickly thudding noise like I broke it. "You don't understand. I'm not sure Dean explained the whole fucking plan to you when he called you this morning." Again the disapproving glare from the swearing. "We are wanted by the police. Guy named Hendrickson is out for our heads, he knows everything about us. About John. Do you have any idea how stupid those two are for this plan? How screwed they might become if this gets out of hand? If Hendrickson catches them..." My throat constricted. "I might never see them again."

I couldn't bear the thought. I licked my lower lip and clicked on the first link that popped up in Google. I knew I had to try and remain calm while I tried and figured out what to do and how to help. The raising of my blood pressure was not going to help anyone. Especially not my baby. It made me wonder if Dean thought about that before he left and told Bobby to help me remain as calm as possible. Although, something told me that Dean wasn't thinking about anybody but himself when he decided to leave me in the middle of the night.

"Is the car still here?" I asked softly.

I looked up to see Bobby closer than he had been before, ready to touch my shoulder. He pulled his hand back. "Yeah, I drove them to where they needed to be this morning and drove back."

I nodded. Good. The Impala was here, I could drive it to the jail. Which would really piss Dean off. One because I was pregnant and two because he never liked how I drove anyways. Made me want to scratch his car off that principle alone.

"You drove them straight to jail?"

Bobby winced. "No."

I sighed, tired, frustrated and any other synonym of those two you could come up with. "Bobby, cat is out of the bag. You mise well just tell me what they asked you to do. It won't change anything." God, I wish it would have. Fucking 'if wishes were horses' saying.

"I drove them to the Museum of Anthropology and they went in and tripped some alarms. Police picked them up from there."

"Oh God." I rolled my fingers over my forehead. I nearly started laughing hysterically, which just told me how close I was to crying.

"Andy, Dean and Sam know what they're doing. I'm sure they've considered all the possible outcomes of putting themselves in jail. And you have to remember, they're not going in blind. They have Deacon in there with them. They have a plan to get out."

"Fine, then they won't mind me stopping by to ask how that plan of theirs is going." I answered wryly.

"Do you know how pissed Dean would be if you showed up at that jail?"

"I don't care, Bobby. Consider it reparation for how pissed I was waking up to you instead of them." I smiled softly at him so I didn't hurt his feelings. "No offence."

Bobby chuckled. "None taken, kid."

"I just…need to know if they're okay. That's all. Please, Bobby. Help me out. Dean will never forgive me if I drive his car over to the jail by myself."

Bobby smirked. "Dean will never forgive me if I drive you over there instead of keeping you here like he wanted me too." He sighed and looked at me. "But I guess we're screwed either way."

I nodded softly, trying not to let a small victorious smile play over my lips. "Damned if you do, damned if you don't."

Bobby sighed, like it was a decision he didn't want to make but really had no choice. His eyes looked around the room and mine followed his until they landed on Dean and my duffel. "Happen to have a knee length black skirt? White blouse?"

I nodded once. "I think so. Wrinkle heavy but nothing a once over with an iron won't fix."

"Still fit in them?"

"The skirts a little big and I just had it on last month, I think. Blouse can always be flared after I tuck it in. Yeah, should fit." My eyebrows scrunched. "Why?"

Bobby just smiled.

O0o0o0o0

I glanced at the iron heating up as I sat on one of the motel beds. Salt grains were pushing into the pores of my hands for spreading all the salt around the door and windows as Bobby left. He didn't exactly tell me where he was going or what the plans were but I knew he'd be back. Had to babysit me didn't he? I'm sure he made some kind of blood deal to Dean and Sam before they left. I didn't mind being left alone. It's not like I hadn't been before. It's just now everyone treated me like I was a toddler that needed to be looked after since I was pregnant. I couldn't argue however, it was useless.

Steam curled out of the iron and I sighed. I'm surprised that I actually found one in the closet. Not a lot of negative two star motels have conveniences like irons and the boards they went on stashed in a closet. You were lucky if they provided clean sheets and had rat control. Luckily, Dean and Sam always made sure we stayed in a little nicer place. Not Hilton status, mind you, but the sheets were always clean and the bathrooms never had any mildew or fungus of some kind on the pipes.

I got up after a few moments and brought my blouse out of Dean and my bag. As I suspected, it was riddled with wrinkles. I frowned and pulled the skirt out as well. The design on it made the wrinkles looked like they belonged there but I decided I had better run it over with the iron as well. I guess I should have suspected they'd be this badly wrinkled, I mean, I had shoved them into the bag with all our other clothes. But we didn't have room to put a lot of things on hangers and lay them carefully out in the trunk of the Impala. There'd only be one way to do that: cover the weapon box. And there was no way in hell Dean would let anyone do that. If we had to rush to get a salt gun or something he'd be grabbing a fist full of blouse instead of salt rounds.

I laid the skirt gently on the ironing board and brought the iron up. I had done this a few times when my dad and John had needed their suits as they left for a hunt. While Dean and Sam packed up the car, I ironed or packed food or made the coffee. Simple stuff, but then again I remembered I got away with a lot of simple things back then. I was my daddy's girl and he always took it easy on me. Well, before my mother died anyway and I wanted to learn how to hunt. Then he got tougher and I found Sam helping me complete stuff I couldn't do in time. Chores like cleaning some of the guns, which Dean wouldn't help me with, and alphabetizing books by demon names. I snorted quietly. Dean didn't help with that one because he could barely remember the alphabet after a night of drinking and sexing his brains out with the varsity cheerleader of whatever school we had been going to that past week.

I ran the iron over the skirt, satisfied as the wrinkles disappeared. I sighed and laid it out on the bed and did the same with the blouse. I ran my hand over my stomach as I pulled the plug of the iron out of the wall and looked at the outfit. I wondered if I still fit in it. And if I did fit in it, I hoped I didn't look too frumpy. I know, why worry about it? There was no need to impress anyone in this damn jail.

I looked up as Bobby came back through the door. He looked a bit relieved, like he had thought I was going to bolt while he was gone.

"Hey, so you gonna tell me this plan or am I going in blind?"

He shut the door and smiled. As he approached me he handed me a plastic ID. I scrunched my eyes at the card and looked up at him. "Assistant district attorney? Do those even exist?"

Bobby chuckled. "They do, actually."

"And…who am I an assistant to?"

"Dean and Sam's lawyer, Mara Daniels."

Something sick crawled into my stomach and I felt my knees shake. "They…they already have an attorney?"

Bobby frowned. "Andy, they're in jail. They probably got one before they were put in those tacky orange jumpsuits."

"Oh, God." Was the room spinning? Bobby caught my arm and held me up; he gently guided me to the bed and sat me down. "This is…this is all too real and in my face for me."

He sighed and sat next to me, gently running his fingers through my hair to calm me. I closed my eyes shut tight. I wished it was Dean next to me. "It'll be alright, I promise you. Dean called me when I was in the car on the way to the Copy Store to get that ID done. He mentioned the lawyer and who they thought the spirit was. He wanted me to make sure you knew that he and Sam were fine." I smiled softly. "Then all he did for ten minutes was ask questions about you."

I chuckled softly and opened my eyes. "Who do they think the spirit is?"

"Mark Moody. Dean said he was a psycho killer extraordinaire –- Satanism, ritual murder, died in jail. Moody died of a heart attack, which is exactly what all the victims in jail are dying of. He died in the old cell block and they just opened that back up. That's when the killings started."

I nodded. "Well, at least they have down who it is so they can get this done and get the hell out of there. Is he buried?"

Bobby shook his head and his hand dropped from my hair. I sighed and looked at him as he spoke. "Cremated. Sam guessed that there must be something in the old sell block that belonged to him. Keeping him around and haunting the place."

"So," I looked at the ID. "My name is Lucy Winters and I'm an assistant to the district attorney?"

Bobby smiled. "Deacons a good friend a mind. Mentioned to him that you were coming down to see Dean. He'll meet you at the South Entrance check in and walk you to the visiting room."

It was really funny to me how close knit some hunter circles were. Since John was friends with Bobby that meant that Bobby had a lot of friends of John's. Pastor Jim, Deacon, my dad…etc. It was like a family actually. I frowned a little. Well, would be if half the people wouldn't have been dead.

"And Dean doesn't know?"

"No, I don't think Deacon told him the details. Just that his lawyer was coming to see him again."

"Again?"

"Mara saw him once today, just going over the case. Which is good, means that she won't show up unexpected and bust you."

"It's too bad I can't go as myself." I flipped the ID between my fingers. "But if Hendrickson does catch wind of the Winchesters in jail and that I came to visit…"

Bobby nodded. "He'd be on you in no time."

I sighed evenly and got up to gather a pair of underwear, a bra and a towel to go get a shower. "This is so screwed up. I swear to God I'm so pissed at those two…"

Bobby turned to watch me. "Yeah, but it's not like you wouldn't do the same." I looked at him. "Leave unexpectedly if you knew that action would protect them."

I hemmed and then turned to head into the bathroom. Damn Bobby. He was right.

O0o0o0o00o

I sighed and fidgeted with my skirt again. Bobby pulled the Impala into the Green River County Detention Center parking lot. I frowned at the blue building that was surrounded by fences and barb wire. We passed a big open space that a lot of inmates were in, I'm guessing spending what little time they had outside. It reminded me of recess or something. They whistled as the car drove by and it made me wonder if Sam and Dean were outside too and heard the growling of the Impala engine.

We pulled into a parking space and I looked out Bobby's window. It was an entrance to the jail, a bog sign over the doorway that was labeled South Entrance. I sighed at the metal doors.

"You sure you're gonna be okay?"

"I'm not getting an orange jumpsuit and joining them Bobby. Besides if Deacon is meeting me like you said he was, I'll be fine."

Bobby smirked, a very Dean Winchester thing to do. "Then stop rubbing your hands together." I looked down and saw my hands were feverishly at work and were getting slightly irritated. I stopped and put them down near my sides. "There will be nothing left if you keep rubbing."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Thanks Bobby." I leaned over and kissed his cheek and got out of the car.

He stuck his head out of the window. "Got your phone? I suspect you won't be more than an hour or so."

I checked my purse. "Yeah, I have it. I'll call you when I'm out."

I turned around as Bobby called my name as I reached the top of the stairs. "Andy, you be careful now, girl. You hear me? Dean will never forgive me if I let you come here and something happens."

More like he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, I saw the correction in his eyes. I gave him a warm smile and opened the door. "I will, Bobby."

With that I headed inside.

O0o0o0o

It was warmer than a jail should have been. Although I happy they had the heat on in this lobby looking area. My knees were shaking so bad they banged together every so often. I felt like I should get that under control because my skirt was just above my knees and I felt like everyone was watching me as I gave my purse to the guard. If they noticed how nervous I was, would they question my ID.? I sighed calmly and walked through the metal detector. My shakes could easily be from the cold outside.

A loud beeping went off and a guard stepped in front of me, blocking me from moving through. "Step back through, miss."

I swallowed and stepped back. "I think it's the heels of my shoes." I commented meekly and walked back through the detector. I hadn't brought a knife or anything and hell, last time I checked I had no metal plate in my head. The loud beeps went off and I looked up at the guard.

"Yes, it's your heels. You mind taking them off for one more walk through?"

I smiled politely even though my stomach felt like it was filling up with acid. "Of course."

I took my shoes off and handed them to the guard and did another walk through, luckily this time with no shrill beeping.

"Thank you," he handed me my shoes. "Sorry if it was an inconvenience. We can never be too careful."

I slipped my shoes on and took my purse. "It's alright, thank you."

The big, burly man nodded and motioned to a counter. "Please sign in and take a visitors pass over there with Ms. Shipp."

I walked over to the counter and licked my lower lip. Ms. Shipp was an attractive young blonde who was buried nose deep into a magazine. She was leaning back in her chair and playing with the ends of her hair.

I cleared my throat. "Excuse me."

"Sign in and then let me see your ID." She didn't even look up from her magazine. Glad this was all very routine for her.

"Uhm," I looked around the counter. "There's no sign in pad or pen."

She sighed, annoyed and I raised my eyebrows. What? Did she want me to reach over the counter and look for it on her desk or something?

"Here." She placed it on the counter, looked at me once and then back to her magazine. I felt like taking that magazine; roll it like you would do a newspaper and thwacking her head with it. I sighed and swallowed, took the pen and began to sign in my fake name.

Before I could write down my first name a knock sounded at the door behind Ms. Bitch. She turned and opened the door. A man around his thirties came in and she smiled widely at him.

"Hey Deacon." She greeted and I put the pen down. "How have you been?"

"I've been alright, Sarah. And you?" He glanced up at me briefly, looked at the pen and then back at Sarah.

"Hanging in there. What are you doing up here? I thought your rotation was for the North Entrance today."

"Figured I'd give my favorite new assistant a small break and sign in the next few visitors. I know how much of a pain it can be."

I nearly snorted. Yeah, I guess it would be when you're trying to read about the up to date hair products when you should be doing your job.

She nearly gushed at his offer. She stood and I couldn't help roll my eyes at the red thong sticking out of her hip hugger jeans. But Dean's jaw would be on the floor if he would have been standing right next to me.

"Thank you so much Deacon, see you in five!" She hurried down the hallway and turned into a room. She came back out within three minutes with her jacket and a package of cigarettes and then out the door she went.

I cleared my throat and looked at Deacon as he sat down in the chair. He took the clipboard and removed the paper from it and placed it in his pocket. My eyebrows scrunched as he replaced it with another piece of paper.

He looked up and smiled at me. "You just signed in as the sister of visitor B34." I smiled slowly as he handed me the visitor pass. "Come on."

"Does B34 even have a sister?" I asked as I clipped the visitor's pass on the collar of my blouse. I met him as he walked out of the booth the blonde was supposed to be working. "Can you leave that unattended?"

Deacon smiled. "Dean said you asked a lot of questions." I'm pretty sure I blushed a deep red color.

"Happens when I'm nervous." I muttered.

He chuckled. "Didn't say it was a bad thing." He searched through his pockets for something as I stared at the metal doors. Were these the only things keeping me from seeing Dean? My stomach twisted nervously. "And to answer your questions, yes, B34 has a sister and she visits everyday at least twice a day. So you're cleared on that. And second, I'm not going with you. I just needed to code open the door." He pulled a plastic card out of his back pocket and scanned it into a key pad on the wall. The keypad beeped and I heard a lock slide in the metal door. "Go to booth 3, Dean will there be in a few."

"Thanks Deacon. I owe you."

He smiled. "Good luck with your baby and everything, kid." Now he sounded like Bobby. "From what I heard from John, you two will raise a great kid."

I grinned. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He pulled open the heavy metal doors and I walked slowly through them. Like I didn't believe Dean would actually show up and I'd be ambushed by inmates. It was a weird thing to think but my nerves were so out a whack that I'm pretty sure I would have believed a chair could attack me.

I sighed as I sat in the chair in booth three. Most of the other booths were filled, only a plate of bullet proof glass separating inmates from their lawyers or their loved ones. My heart was hammering in my chest as I saw the door open and Dean walk through it. He smirked annoyingly at the guard as he felt him up and down to make sure he had no weapons on him in that bright orange jumpsuit. If I would have been in a better mood I think I would have mentioned how, even in that, he looked damn good. I picked up the stupid phone on the side of the booth and put it against my ear.

The guard took Dean's arm and sat him harshly in the chair. Dean bit the inside of his mouth and his jaw flexed as he looked back at the guard and then at me. He smiled softly and I felt my stomach flop.

I think my heart jumped into my throat as he spoke. "I knew I was in trouble when they said my lawyer was here to see me for the second time today."

I try not to let a relieved smile cover my face. I felt that familiar anger curl in my veins when I realized him and Sam weren't with me when I woke up this morning and that smile was long gone from showing up on my face.

When I didn't speak for a few moments Dean frowned. "Bobby is still alive isn't he?"

I grit my teeth. "It's not Bobby's fault you two are on my shit list."

Dean's eyes widened. "Wow, you're angrier than I thought you'd be."

My hand tightened around the phone. "Are you serious?" Dean winced. "Well what the hell did you think I was going to be like Dean? All happy and smiles showing up at a jail because you left me this morning without even a note?"

"I…I left Bobby." Dean's voice faltered, like he didn't believe his statement either.

I scoffed. "Well, alright then. You're lucky this plate of glass is between us Winchester."

He looked a bit nervous, like I'd somehow break through the glass to punch him. "I just meant…" He sighed as I looked down. "Alright, look at me." I bit my lower lip. "Please, babe, I can't exactly tilt your chin here." I looked up at him and he ran his tongue over his lower lip. "When I went to bed with you last night, I had every intention of staying with you and not taking this case. I was going to call Deacon and tell him we couldn't do it. But, when he called me this morning and said that another inmate had been killed we couldn't just ignore that Andy." He shook his head. "I couldn't. I was hoping you would understand."

"It's not that I didn't understand. You could have told me you were going to take this case, whether my opinion on it mattered or not." Dean's hand twitched, like he wanted to touch me but then remembered the glass was there. "You have no idea what it was like to wake up to an empty room." I seethed quietly.

I looked down at my lap and started memorizing the black material of my skirt instead of looking at Dean and have his eyes bore into mine. I couldn't take that. It was making my eyes water.

"Oh sweetheart," Dean crooned softly into the phone. It made me feel like my ear would bleed. "Please don't cry."

"I'm not." I answered, frustrated. He wasn't going to get to see me like this. I wasn't going to let him know how upset he made me with the simple action of leaving me while I was still asleep. I lifted my head and ran the side of my hand under my eyes just in case, clearing any moisture that settled there against my will.

"Alright." Dean treaded softly, afraid that the simplest thing said would open my flood gates.

I tried focusing on them and not myself and how I felt. They were the ones in jail, the ones with lawyers visiting them. They also had a spirit to get rid of. They were having the harder time and I had to start focusing on that and not on how I was getting screwed over.

"Is Sam alright?" I asked and finally looked at him. "I'm sure you're looking out for him so he doesn't get shanked."

Dean chuckled. "Sam can handle his own. He's fine. We both are." He put emphasis on that last sentence for me. I tried to ignore the reprieve I felt.

"And the spirit?"

Dean looked around for a moment, but it was discreet. I could tell he was making sure everyone else was in their own conversation. I glanced behind him at the guard, who was shifting in his spot. I highly doubt he was listening to Dean.

"It's not Mark Moody."

My eyebrows scrunched. "Why not?"

"Sam made his way over to the old cell block. Apparently, Mark Moody's heart attack was because guards beat the ever loving shit out of him. Blood was left. While I made a distraction, Sam salted the blanket in the old cell with his blood on it and lit the thing on fire."

I just now noticed how dark the circles were under Dean's eyes were. Fine, that was from lack of sleep. But Jesus Christ, the circle under the right eye was a darker purple.

I think my mouth fell slightly open or something because Dean shook his head. "It's not that bad, Andy. I'm fine."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Are you…" I broke off with a frustrated groan.

"Deacon was backing me up the whole time. Pulled me back before anything got out a hand."

"Right," I scoffed. "That makes everything better."

"Give me a break here, alright?" He asked quietly and I rolled my eyes, muttering a 'whatever'. "Anyways, Sam burned the last remains since Moody was cremated. After another inmate got ganked," I watched Dean's hand turn into a small fist. "We learned of a psycho nurse. Had to sell the guy all my smokes for the information." He rolled his eyes.

"Dean? Point? You don't even smoke."

"I earned them!"

I sighed. "Whatever, come on. I'm sure I don't have much time left and I don't want to spend that time talking about how you cheated through poker to win those smokes."

"I didn't cheat." He mumbled. Before I could yell at him again and tell him to get to the point he made it. "Inmate told Sam and I that this nurse, Nurse Glockner I believe her name was, the story was Glockner had it out for cons, and she did this Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic."

"So she was a dirty nurse? Treated cons like lab rats for a certain amount of justice?"

Dean raised his eyebrows and a slow smile appeared on his face. "Dirty nurse?"

I couldn't help but smirk. "Leave it to you to only hear that part of the sentence."

He leaned forward and drawled into the phone. "I think a dirty nurse outfit is something we should invest in for you."

I blushed and a small smile appeared on my face. I looked up at him and grinned. I shook my head and sighed. "So how did the nurse die?"

Dean leaned back. "Don't know. Inmate told us that she was here one day and gone the next. I'm actually really glad you showed up, I need you to do a little research."

"Oh, you actually want me to participate in this case?"

Dean glared at me. "Don't be that way."

I sighed. "What do you need?"

"If she's buried, if so, where? And you've got five hours to get it."

"You're time stamping me?"

"Deacon is getting us out in five hours, babe. I need you to get that info."

I rubbed my forehead. "No pressure or anything." I looked at Dean slowly and played with the charm on my necklace. "Is…is that the only reason you're glad to see me?" I asked quietly.

Dean smiled softly and touched the bottom of the glass. My hand drifted there automatically and I swear I felt the warmth of his skin through the thick pane of the bullet proof material.

"I miss you so much." He said softly. "Five hours."

I nodded and I wished I could kiss him. "Five hours." I agreed.

O0o0o0o0o

I slammed my hand down on the kitchen table again, making Bobby jump. "I got it." I grinned and wrote down the information. "With only," I looked at the computer time. "An hour to spare."

"What did you find out?" Bobby asked as he came closer to the table. "And if you keep banging the goddamn table like that you're going to break it."

I rolled my eyes. "Glockner died in the old cell block right 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"."

Bobby scrunched his eyebrows. "They bashed her head in?"

I nodded. "Seems like. Guess she deserved it. We all know what happens when you try and play God in this profession."

Bobby looked at me. "Can you drive the Impala?"

I looked up at him and then folded the piece of paper in my pocket. "Ever since I was, like, sixteen Bobby. Why? You're not gonna come with me?"

Bobby shook his head. "No, I'll probably just be in the way. You're heading straight to the cemetery right? It does say where she was buried?"

"Yeah, I'll have to make a call to Deacon. Once the Winchesters are out," I got up and put my boots on. "They're gonna want to question him. Ask him if he has any idea where those two are headed."

"And what are you gonna tell him?"

I looked up and smiled. "A different cemetery. Far from the one we have to go to."

Bobby chuckled. "You are your father's daughter, Andy."

I grabbed my jacket and slipped it on. "Alright, I have to bolt. Only have an hour to get to the jail."

"Be safe, alright? Call me when you and the Winchesters have finished the job?"

I nodded and went for the door. I looked around the room to make sure the salt bag was in the trunk. "Will do Bobby."

"Oh and Andy?"

I turned. "Yeah?"

"Thanks for never throwing anything at me."

I chuckled, a sound that sounded a lot like Dean. "No problem." I headed out to the Impala.

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"You got that Deacon?" I asked again. "Mountainside Cemetery."

"Yeah, I got it Andy. Thanks for the call. Dean and Sam should be coming out of the South Entrance in a few moments."

I looked out the window and my heart leaped when I saw them. I stopped the car and spoke into the phone. "Thanks Deacon." I grinned wildly at Dean as he approached the car.

"No problem, sweetie. Good luck with everything."

"Yeah, you too." I closed the phone and opened the driver door. I met Dean right before he reached the car and literally leapt into his arms, hugging him as tightly as my pregnant stomach would allow.

He made a small 'oof' noise as my body connected with his and then his arms curled around my back. I took a deep breath of him, even though the horrible fabric softener of the orange jumpsuit covered some of his cinnamon scent. I still thought I've never smelled anything better than him.

I then pulled back and glared at him. I wailed a hand across his face and he looked extremely bewildered. "Ow! What the hell was that for? You can't go from hugging to hitting like that!"

Sam chuckled and I turned to look at him. "Laugh it up chuckles, you're next." It was funny how he stopped right after I said that.

Dean turned my chin and kissed me roughly. I heard Sam let out a breath and get in the car. "Come on you two, we have to go before—" A sudden alarm sounded from inside the jail. "That." Sam finished and started the car.

Dean pushed me to the backseat and slid in next to me. Before he had the door shut Sam was skidding out of the parking lot.

"We should be alright for now. I highly doubt anyone thought we'd have a getaway car." Dean chuckled.

"I'm glad you think it's funny, Dean." I scowled at him and reached in my pocket. "The nurse is buried in Green Valley Cemetery."

"Nice job, babe." Dean commended with a smile and I leaned back in my seat.

"Yeah, yeah." I muttered. "Sam, that's two lefts and then a right."

He nodded and turned left. "Got it."

I could feel Dean inch closer to me as we drove. I didn't move into him however, I was too busy trying to listen for sirens and be on the lookout for flashing blue and red lights.

"Hey," he gently bumped his knee against mine. When I turned to look at him my nose was nearly hitting his. I felt my throat go dry and I leaned in to gently kiss his nose. I felt his arm wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. I pulled back slightly and he winced. "You're not gonna hit me again are you?"

I laughed slightly and kissed the cheek I hit. "No, as long as you promise to never think of a plan like this again."

He nodded and cupped my cheek, gently trailing his thumb under my eye. "I promise to never leave you like that again."

I pushed my lips against his and his hand ran over my shoulder and then cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His tongue slid into my mouth and touched mine as his thumb ran over the top of my neck, just above the hairline.

I pulled back just as Sam parked the car into a space near the gate of the cemetery and scoffed, pulling the keys out of the ignition. "We decide on a plan to leave you in the morning with Bobby, get arrested and nearly get caught by Hendrickson," Dean stiffened beside me and my eyes widened. "And he gets kisses? Unbelievable."

"Sam," Dean grit his teeth angrily. "Shut up." Sam winced and turned around to look at me.

I think I was completely speechless, like I swallowed my tongue or something. Which was highly probable. I couldn't feel it in my mouth. But then again I couldn't feel much of anything at that moment.

After I swallowed, my throat dry and feeling like sandpaper, I spoke. "You…and… Hendrickson?" I glared at Dean and smacked his chest. "I take it back. You're so in for another slap to the face!"

Dean glowered at Sam. "What part of my speech before we made it out of jail that had to do with, 'Shut the fuck up Sam and tell Andy after the gig' did you not process?"

Sam shrugged and mentioned quietly. "Sorry, slipped out."

"Why didn't you tell me it was that bad, Dean?" I screamed. "And how does keeping that from me make it better?"

"I didn't say it would make it better." He got out of the car then and Sam and I followed in suit. He popped the trunk open to get the shovels. "Although I knew if I told you that while we were in jail it would just worry you all the more! And you didn't need the stress."

"The added stress you mean? I already had the stress of my boyfriend and best friend in jail!"

Dean nodded once and said the next thing so calmly that I felt my pace quicken and my fists clench. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm talking about."

"Just…hand me the goddamn salt." He smirked and handed me the salt and I put it under my arm as they grabbed the shovels. "She should be…" I looked around the cemetery for the section marker. "Over there."

I led the boys to the section and they began digging.

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"So," I opened the motel door. "We can't obviously stay here. Since we're neck deep in shit instead of waist deep like I thought."

"We're not, just here to gather a few things." Dean walked past me and I sighed, aggravated. I rubbed my forehead.

"I'm tired." I muttered and Dean smirked.

"Right, because last time I checked you dug up a grave and everything."

I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. "Shut up, ass! I'm going to the car."

I heard Sam mutter something to Dean about taking it easy on me but I didn't wait around to hear Dean's reply. I was too tired and angry to care.

I crawled into the backseat of the Impala and huddled against one of the sides, closing my eyes and waiting for sleep to take me. It didn't take long; I figured I had been asleep for at least ten minutes before I heard the car doors open.

"Can you drive the first half man?" Dean asked, crawling into the back.

"Yeah, no problem." Sam said and put the keys in ignition. The Impala started with that familiar purr and I felt Dean lean over and kiss my cheek gently.

I was pretty sure I was still angry but I was half asleep and Dean's lips were soft and I missed him so goddamn much.

"Dean," I muttered softly.

I could feel him smile. "Yeah, babe?"

"Hmm…" I murmured and turned into him, pushing my head against his chest. He leaned back against the seat and pulled me closer against him. He gently rubbed my back and placed small kisses into my hair as I curled my arm around his waist. "I love you."

He smirked. "Too bad you won't remember that in the morning when you want to slap me again." Hew nestled his nose into my hair and took a deep breath of me. "But I love you too. So much."

That was all I needed to hear and I fell back into a deep sleep.

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