The police woman walked into the room.
"Amie, can I get you anything? A coffee?"
"I'd like to see my boyfriend," Amie replied icily.
"You know we can't do that, Amie," she sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "If you help us, it will be a lot easier."
"Where's Sammy? Can I at least speak to him?"
She took a deep breath and bit her lip. "If I let you speak to Sam... Will you cooperate?"
"Yes," Amie said quickly, her eyebrows shooting up.
"Okay. I'll bring him to you. He seems a lot less..."
"Yeah, I know," Amie smiled. She didn't know what was happening; one second she was walking across the car park back to their hotel room, next police were surrounding her.
The woman walked out of the room and Amie tucked her hair behind her ear, having to lean down as her hands were shackled to the table. She wondered if she would be attached to the table now if she hadn't punched one of the cops after he had spoken ill of Dean.
The door opened and Sam walked in, a police man standing on the other side of the closed door.
"Thank God Sammy," Amie sighed. "What's happening?"
"They're after Dean."
"Yeah, I got that," she said sarcastically. "I mean, can they keep us here?"
"Yeah, for 48 hours. You'll get someone though, a lawyer; not that we really need it. Why are you in cuffs?" Sam asked, looking confused.
"Oh, uhh.." Amie looked down sheepishly, lifting her hands as high as they would go. "I kinda punched a guy. I feel kinda bad about it."
"What? Amie, why? That's not gonna help."
"He said Dean was a psycho! He said he was gonna kill Dean for what 'he' did to the girls before. Literally, kill him," she mumbled. Sam sighed and shook his head.
"Did you make him bleed," Sam smiled, looking down at Amie who smirked.
"Might even have broken his nose," she said proudly.
"That's my little sister."
"Shut up, I'm older than you," Amie smiled. They fell silent.
"Just hang in. Let me do the talking, stay silent the whole time, okay? We'll work this out."
"Okay. Thanks, Sammy."
"Don't you hit anyone else," he chuckled, then walked out of the room.
Now Amie only had to wait.
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"Amie, you need to talk to us," the police woman said. "I can help you."
"I don't need help," she muttered, avoiding her gaze.
"Amie, you're covered in cuts and bruises. With Dean's track record-"
"Don't. Don't you dare. Listen, Dean isn't who you think he is... My cuts, they're nothing. Those murders... We were here to stop them! My bruises, cuts, they're nothing!"
The woman stared at Amie. She raised an eyebrow then took a deep breath. She stood up and stared at Amie for a long moment.
"Dean's killed before, Amie. If you need help, if you need protection... If you need me to tell you what happened in St. Louis... Because I really think you need to know... Ask for me."
With that she left.
Amie hit her hands down on the table, causing her cuffs to rattle. She let out an angry grunt, then sat back in her chair.
How long until Sam got them out of there?
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"So apparently you punched a guy," Dean grinned brightly.
"Oh, shut up," Amie snickered.
"Sounds kinda badass."
"It wasn't," Amie replied, cocking an eyebrow. "It hurt."
"Aww, poor baby," he pouted. Amie laughed and elbowed him in the ribs.
"Where are we gonna go?" Amie asked.
"Probably gonna camp out or something. Impala's a no go until tomorrow... I don't know, really."
"Dean Winchester doesn't know something? Shocker!"
"Haha, you shut your face," Dean growled, pulling Amie into a bear hug.