Summary - What if Sam wasn't the only one who was around Dean the last three months before his deal was up? What if there was someone else? This story follows Sam, Dean, and Apple my original character as they try to get Dean out of his deal; though Apple doesn't exactly know about Dean's deal until it's almost too late. What happens if they can't save him? Is Dean really gone forever?

Author's Note - This follows the last six episodes of season three, I just added my own character into the mix and a few more things. I don't own any of the characters or the episodes, just Apple and the plot following the last episode. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I'd also appreciate reviews, or anything just so I know how I'm doing with this. My first SPN fanfic, so yeah, I'd like to know what you guys think.

'Cause your whole world is blowing up

Chapter Six

"Dean! Turn that back on. Seriously! I was watching that." Apple whined as he turned off the television

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Apple-pie, you know I love watching Scooby Doo as much as you, but apparently Sam and I have something to talk to you about." Dean sat next to Apple as they waited for Sam to get out of the bathroom.

They both stared off into space as they waited for Sam to come out of the bathroom. Apple and Dean turned to look at Sam who had just opened the door to the bathroom. He towl dried his hair before he threw wet towel onto a nearby chair.

"So what's so important Scooby Doo had to be turned off?" A child like pout was Apple's face. She had been extremely involved in that episode of the show, she tried to figure out who the thief was, but no. Sam had made them turn the television off, and here they were.

"Do you remember us mentioning a woman named Bela?"

"Sounds vaguely familiar."

"Well she's been a pain in our ass since she broke into our dad's container at a storage place in Buffalo. She sells occult objects to people that can afford it." Dean elaborated. He looked over at Sam to continue.

"So, even though she's been a pain, we've helped each other out here and there. Though I'm not sure she's realized that. But the last time we ran into her, she stole the Colt."

"The Colt?" Apple asked. She cocked her head to the side as he tried to figure out what the hell the Colt was.

"It was a gun made by Samuel Colt in 1835. It had thirteen original bullets, anything these bullets hit, will die; including supernatural creatures, even those that are immune to regular bullets."

"So what, Bela stole the Colt to sell to some big on himself billionaire?" Apple asked, already she didn't like where this was headed.

"Yeah. So, we're heading to Colorado. That's where she was last known to have stayed." Dean said before he stood up. "So let's get going."

Apple nodded and grabbed her bag before she went into the restroom to get dressed.

- - - - -

"See? It wasn't that hard Dean. I think Apple's an asset to us." Sam explained as they waited for the girl come out of the bathroom.

"I guess."

"Dean, please... just trust me."

Truth be told, Dean didn't mind Apple being around. It was nice to have someone else to talk to besides his brother, not that he minded having just his brother around. After all, Sam was all he had had after their father died. He liked the girl, she was different, and she fit in with them perfectly, as if she were meant to be there with them.

"Dean?"

"What?"

"You alright?"

"Yeah. I'm good." His mind wandered back to Apple. She was pretty too, evenly tanned skin, soft brunette hair, full lips, blue eyes, and she always smelled of, well, apples. He liked to wake up next to her in the morning, she was definitely a good sight to see first thing. Ever since Brower County she shared his bed, both of them stayed on their side, though Dean had been woken up by the feel of her curled up to him. He didn't mind that so much. Dean rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands, he didn't need to think about anything like that. They had things they needed to take care of.

"Alright, ready." Apple announced as she stood before her boys, waiting for them now.

- - - - -

As they entered the apartment it was quiet, almost too quiet. Apple and Dean had split up with Sam to search different areas of the place. They searched through drawers and cupboards but didn't come across the Colt. Apple had a bad feeling about this. Another one. But her feelings were just useless now, if only they'd tell her why she felt bad, and what was coming. Frustrated, Apple sighed and continued to search around the apartment.

"Any sign of it?" Dean called to Sam as he and Apple met him in Bela's room.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure this is Bela's room?" Apple asked as she rummaged through drawers in the bedside table.

"I'd say so." Dean replied. He held up two wigs. Yeah, that definitely had to be her room.

"Hey, do you two hear that?" Apple asked as she began to look around. It sounded like a phone going off. She walked out of the bedroom, Sam and Dean close behind her. They stopped at a cordless phone that rested on its charger.

Dean lifted the phone up and turned it on, he put it on speaker phone before he looked from Apple to Sam.

"Dean? Sweetie are you there?" A voice called through the speaker. Apple noted the British accent, so this had be the famous Bela Talbot.

"Where are you?" Dean asked. His green eyes glared at the phone. He hated the sound of that woman's voice, he just could not stand it.

"Two states away by now."

"Where?"

"Where's our usually quippy banter? I miss it."

"I want it back, Bela. Now."

"Your little pistol, you mean? Sorry, I can't at the moment."

"You understand how many people are gonna die if you do this?"

"What is it exactly you think I plan to do with it?"

"Take only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder." Dean answered. What else would she do with it?

"You know nothing about me." Bela said after a moment of silence on her end.

"I know I'm gonna stop you."

"Tough words for a guy who can't even find me."

"Oh, I'll find you, sweetheart." He paused as if in thought before he went on. "You know why? 'Cause I have nothing better to do then track you down."

"That's where you're wrong." Bela replied easily. "You're about to become quite occupied. Did you really think I wouldn't take precautions?" The trio heard the phone click and go dead.

"Shit." Dean muttered as they heard the door being kicked in and FBI agents and cops ran into the living room.

Apple swallowed. She'd never been in this type of situation. She gasped as her, Sam, and Dean were on the floor in seconds, handcuffs bound their wrists behind their backs.

Sam looks up into the amused eyes of Agent Viktor Hendrickson. He lets out a soft sigh before he put his face to the floor. They were so screwed... again.

"Hi guys," Hendrickson said. "It's been a while."

- - - - -

Agent Hendrickson walked into the police station, he felt fairly good about himself since the capture of the two guys he had tried to hunt down for what seemed like ever. They were good, he had to admit. Then there was the girl the Winchesters had managed to pick up. Apple Delaney. Hendrickson had run a background check on her and saw there wasn't anything out of the ordinary, at least nothing like what Sam and Dean were being charged with. How did the brunette girl get caught up in their mess?

"Did you get them? Where is everyone? I asked for all your men." Hendrickson said as he looked at the sheriff.

"And you got them." The sheriff replied. "They went with you on the raid."

"Four men. That's all?" The agent said, irritated that he didn't have as many men as he thought he should have.

"That's all I could get in an hour's notice. We're a small town." The sheriff said.

Hendrickson didn't say anything to the sheriff and headed toward the jail cells. There was one man occupying them, he asked him what he was in for. After he shrugged his shoulders, Hendrickson let the man go.

"You can't just release prisoners!" The sheriff argued as he glared daggers at the FBI agent.

"This isn't how I'd do it if I had the choice. But a tip's a tip, and we had to move fast."

"Look, Agent, this ain't my first rodeo." The sheriff followed Hendrickson out as he walked away.

"You have any idea who we're about to bring in here?" Hendrickson turned to face the sheriff. He stared down at him, his gaze was dark and held something the sheriff couldn't quite place.

"Yeah. A couple of fugitives."

"The most dangerous criminals you've ever laid your eyeballs on." The agent corrected. "Think Hannibal Lector and his half-wit little brother. You know what these guys do for kicks? Dig up graves and mutilate corpses. They're not just killers, they're Satan-worshiping killers." Hendrickson noticed a young woman at a desk nearby, he watched as she reached for the cross around her neck.

"We'll help any way we can." The sheriff said after he realized the danger they had let into his police station.

"Those men of yours," Hendrickson said, "Post 'em at the exits."

- - - - -

Dean, Sam, and Apple were lead into the police station, Sam and Dean were connected with chains around their ankles and handcuffs on their hands, Apple just had handcuffs around her wrists. Obviously they didn't see Apple as much of a threat because of her clean record. Lucky her. They paused to look at the sheriff and his men.

"Why all the sourpusses?" Dean asked as he smiled at them.

Sam looked around the room, he paused to look at a sign on the front of the only woman in the room's desk. 'Nancy Fitzgerald – Secretary'. She looked at him oddly before she reached for some rosary beads set on her desk. That was all he had time observe before they were pulled away by the cops.

"Hey, watch the merchandise." Dean said.

Apple noticed the same woman as Sam had. She seemed to be frightened. Apple couldn't blame her, she would have been just as scared. "We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy." Apple told her, a small smile was on her face. As if that was really going to give the woman any comfort, she probably was even more terrified than before.

The group of three were pushed into a cell, the bars slid closed as the cop pushed it shut, locking them in together. Apple sat on the bed and looked around. She'd never been in jail before, it was weird. Although she was sure this didn't technically qualify as jail, it was only a holding cell after all. She let out a laugh as she watched Sam and Dean try to walk in different directions but were unable to because of the chains around their ankles.

"Dean, come on!" Sam said irritated at the fact they were even in this stupid situation .

"Alright, alright. Sit?" Dean asked and Sam nodded at him. Apple moved over and made room for the brothers. Dean could feel Apple's arm as it gently rested next to his own and he took small comfort in that. The little, almost unnoticeable touch calmed him and helped him to concentrate on the situation at hand. It freaked him out slightly for the simple fact that he hadn't felt anything like that since Cassie, which had been an extremely long time ago. He turned his attention back to the present as he remembered they were locked in jail. "How're we gonna Houdini out of this one?"

"Good question." Apple replied. She leaned back against the wall, her arm brushed Deans with the action. As soon as her arm was away from his, her skin felt cold; and she couldn't quite put her finger on the reason why.

- - - - -

Hendrickson pulled out his phone and took a seat away from the other officers in the building. "It's me," he said to the woman on the other side of the cellphone. "Is Steven in? Well, get him out of his meeting." Hendrickson took off his bullet-proof best and laid it to his side, and looked at it before he turned his attention back to his call.

"Rose," said a voice on the other end.

"I got 'em," Hendrickson said.

"I can't believe it."

"The boys are going to be at super-max by morning. I'm taking a bus-load of men." He reported.

"A bus? What, you trying to give me another ulcer?" Rose asked.

"We're taking every precaution we can."

"Like last time?" Rose started, sarcasm colored his tone. "And the time before that? We're going to need a helicopter."

"Whatever you think is best." Hendrickson replied.

"Damn right. And I'll be on it. Can't take you losing those boys again. They have been a primary thorn in my ass for months. So Viktor. glue your eyeballs to 'em till I get there."

Hendrickson hung up the phone and rubbed a tired hand over his face. After months of hard work, the Winchester brothers were finally behind bars; it was finally over, he felt a sense of satisfaction at that thought. He stood up and walked back into the main part of the police station.

"Sheriff, a helicopter is on its way."

"But we don't have a landing pad."

"Then clear the damn parking lot!" Hendrickson nearly yelled. He didn't have time for some nobody sheriff to argue with him.

- - - - -

"You know what I'm trying to decide? What to have for dinner tonight," Hendrickson said as he stood before the trio in their cell. "Steak, or lobster. I mean what the hell. Surf and Turf. I got a lot to celebrate, I mean after all – seeing you two in chains?"

"You kinky son of a bitch, we don't swing that way." Dean replied, a cocky grin on his face.

"There's just one thing I can't figure out. You." Hendrickson said as he pointed at Apple. "What you doing with the likes of these two? From what I can find, you're clean. No criminal record, not even a speeding ticket."

Apple leaned forward, her arm rested on Dean's shoulder, then her chin rested on that. She grinned up at Hendrickson. "What can I say agent? I'm a sucker for bad boys."

"That's funny." Hendrickson said. He still didn't see how a girl like Apple could stick with Dean and Sam, two of the worst criminals he had ever seen. How could she be alright with that? How could she be alright with the horrible things they did? She was just as sick and twisted as they were.

"You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet." Dean went on. He paused to grin over at Apple, proud of her for the witty comment she had made. He turned back to Hendrickson, he leaned back and looked extremely casual about being locked up... yet again. "Couldn't catch us at the bank... couldn't keep us in that jail..."

"You're right. I screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart," he said. "But now, I"m ready."

"Ready to lose to us again?" Dean asked.

"Ready like a court-order to keep you three in a super-max prison in Nevada until trial," Hendrickson interrupted. "Ready like keeping you in a sound-proof windowless cell that's so small that between you and me, it's probably unconstitutional. How's that for ready? Take a good look at Sam and Apple. You will probably never see each other again."

Apple, Sam, and Dean just stared at the FBI agent. This seriously couldn't be happening. Apple didn't see how they could hold her, but then again, they could get her as an accomplice. Shit.

"Aw. Where's that smug smile, Dean?"

"You've got the wrong guys." Dean said in their defense after a few minutes of silence.

"Oh yeah, that's right, I forgot. You fight monsters." An amused grin spread across Hendrickson's face, he loved how he could throw their inevitable end into their faces. He had them, and there was nothing they could do about it. "Sorry Dean, truth is your daddy probably brain-washed you with all that devil-talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. That's all, that's reality."

Apple was pissed now. Hendrickson had no right to talk about John Winchester that way. She'd never met the man personally, but she'd heard many stories and they always painted him as a great man who loved his family, and fought for them. "Why don't you shut your mouth," Apple said, her tone filled with anger.

"And you. What'd they do to you? No doubt brain-washed you too. Sad really, I hate to see you go down. As far as I know you've done nothing wrong. But now, we'll have you as an accomplice."

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" She argued as she stood to her feet. She felt a hand lightly on her arm and looked down to see it was Dean's. She sat back down and glared at Hendrickson.

"Guess what? Life sucks, get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story, but not everybody becomes a killer." Hendrickson finished. "And now I have three less to worry about." The sound of a chopper as it neared the police station filled the air and Hendrickson started to walk away. "It's Surf and Turf time." He laughed before he left the room.

- - - - -

Hendrickson walked out of the building to meet Rose, he held his hand out to the man and they shook hands. Rose held out a stack of papers to the other man and Hendrickson took them.

"What's this?"

"What can I say? The FBI didn't invent bureaucracy, we perfected it." Rose replied.

"You want me to do all this now?" Hendrickson asked, shocked.

"Sorry. Now, Vicktor, I'm gonna go take a good little gander at our fugitives."

- - - - -

Rose walked into the holding cell area and closed the door behind himself. "Sam and Dean Winchester, Apple Delaney, I'm Deputy Director Steven Rose. This is a pleasure."

"Well I'm glad one of us feels that way." Dean replied.

"I've been waiting a long time for the two of you and your new little friend to come out of the woodwork," Rose went on. He pulled out a gun and shot Dean in the shoulder. Apple immediately went to Dean's side, she tried to pull him back and away from the fight going on between Rose and Sam.

Sam wrestled the gun upward and way from Dean and Apple. They continued to struggle for a few minutes through the bars when Sam's heart fell to the bottom of his stomach. Rose's eyes had turned black. Immediately, Sam started to recite an exorcism. Dean and Apple watched in amazement as the demon writhed around, but stopped.

"Sorry, I gotta cut this short. It's gonna be a long night, fellas!" Rose said before the demon left the man's body.

- - - - -

Hendrickson was up on his feet as he heard muffled yells coming from the holding cell area. The sheriff and the agent ran into the room, guns poised at the three in the cell. They yelled at Dean, Sam, and Apple to hit their knees after they saw Rose face down on the floor, dead.

"We didn't shoot him! He shot Dean." Sam tried to explain as he put the gun through the bars to show them he was not going to shoot anyone.

"We didn't shoot him. Go ahead, check the body. There's no blood, we did not kill him." Apple tried. She hoped to the help Sam out, as well as Dean and herself.

The sheriff moved forward and got on his knees beside the body. He checked Rose over and found no gun shot wounds, or any type of wound for that matter.

"He's probably been dead for months." Dean said. He grimaced slightly in pain. Apple pressed her hand lightly over the wound to apply more pressure to stop the blood as it flowed from the wound.

"What did you do to him?" Hendrickson asked as he looked at Apple.

"We didn't do anything to him." Apple said.

"Talk, or I shoot." Hendrickson warned.

"You won't believe us." Dean replied.

"He was possessed." Sam said after a moment.

"Possessed! Right. Fire up the chopper, we're taking them out of here now," Hendrickson ordered.

"Yeah, do that."

They watched as the deputy tried to call one of his men on the radio, there was only static. He tried once more before Hendrickson told him to check it out.

- - - - -

The deputy walked outside as he tried to figure out where his men were. They couldn't have skipped out on their job, he knew they were much braver than that. He looked around and spotted one of his men laying on the ground, dead. As he got closer, he realized that everyone around and in the chopper was dead as well.

"They're dead." He said over the radio, his voice sounded shaky to even his own ears. "I think they're all dead."

As the word 'dead' left his mouth, a loud explosion sounded.

"What the hell was that?" Hendrickson said into his radio.

The deputy stood up from the ground. He looked to where the chopper was and watched as flames consumed it. He turned around to go back inside when he was stopped by an agent. He felt goosebumps cover his body as he stared into the agent's black eyes. The agent grabbed the deputy and a blood curling scream left his mouth.

+chapter title: untamed - gavin degraw