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Dean paced agitatedly in his cell; he had gone from one prison to another, unbelievable. He felt like the walls were closing in on him, it happened whenever he was confined for too long. It had been that way ever since he was changed. If he didn't get out soon he wasn't sure what would happen. Sammy! He called as loudly as he could in a last ditch effort, sending an image of his location with the name, praying that his ability to mind-speak worked over distances. His brother probably didn't even know where he was, it had all happened so fast.

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"I wonder what's got him all wound up," one of the officers pondered as he watched the video from the cells.

"Let's find out," a second officer suggested and they went to retrieve Dean from the cell.

"You refused to speak when they brought you in and you didn't have any ID on you, care to tell us your name?" the first officer asked Dean when they reached the cell. When Dean didn't respond he tried another tactic, "My name is Zack," he offered. Dean stopped pacing and turned to study the two officers. Zack elbowed his partner who took the hint.

"I'm Jade," she offered. Dean was silent for a minute before deciding to speak.

"Dean," was all he said.

"Okay Dean, put your hands through the bars," Zack instructed. Dean complied and his hands were cuffed together. Jade opened the door to the cell and the led Dean to an interrogation room.

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Sam was pacing their motel room arguing with Bobby on the phone when Dean's voice suddenly roared in his head. He stumbled and collapsed onto the bed at the sheer power of the voice.

"Dean," he muttered dazedly. Sam lay on the bed for a few moments until his head cleared and he could hear Bobby shouting through the phone. "Bobby?"

"Sam! What happened? Are you alright? Is your brother back?" Bobby asked without stopping.

"I'm fine, but I think I just heard Dean in my head," Sam explained, "It just caught me unaware and he must not have realized how loud it would be."

"Damn boy, you scared me half to death," Bobby cursed.

"Sorry Bobby," Sam apologized ruefully.

"Did you know he could do that?" Bobby changed the subject.

"No, he's only ever done that when we've been together," Sam answered.

"Did you get anything else?"

"I think he's in human form now, and he's agitated," Sam started and he furrowed his brows in concentration, "I think he's trapped, no wait, caged."

"What do you mean caged? Did hunters find him?

"No, it's…," Sam paused, "Jail," he finished.

"I thought you said he was a wolf when they took him, he wouldn't have changed in front of them," Bobby ranted.

"He must have found an opportunity to change without being observed. Regardless of how it happened, I have to get him out of there," Sam said worriedly.

"What's going on Sam?" Bobby asked suspiciously.

"Dean doesn't like being confined," Sam tried to explain.

"He's always been a free spirit, not too fond of authority."

"No, ever since he changed, he can't stay inside for very long. Even being in the impala bothers him after awhile. Bobby, I have to get him out before something bad happens."

"Like what," Bobby asked, dreading the answer.

"Like he might change right in the middle of that cell," Sam finished ominously.

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Dean closed his eyes and attempted to calm his nerves. The interrogation room was almost as bad as being in the cell. He sat at a table void of anything except his hands which he was very careful to keep in plain view of the officers. It took all of his willpower to sit still without fidgeting. He tried to control his breathing and slow his heart rate to avoid more questions. A deep growl started in his chest and he opened his eyes to see if it went undetected. The officers were standing in the corner talking and they weren't looking at him. When he looked at the pane of two-way glass he nearly gasped, his eyes were practically glowing. Dean quickly shut his eyes again and prayed that no one had noticed the strange luminescent quality his eyes had taken on. Once he was reasonably sure he had calmed down he opened his eyes again. To his relief, they were no longer glowing and he turned his gaze to the officers.

"What were you doing in the lab?" Jade asked as she studied him with piercing eyes.

"I was looking for a bathroom," Dean answered with a small glint of mischief in his eyes.

"The doors are security locked; you need a card and a password to get past the front door, not to mention the armed guard," Zack pressed.

"Met him, nice guy, a little overzealous though don't you think?" Dean answered with a straight face.

"Don't play games, you are in enough trouble. Just answer the question and we can go from there," Jade said patiently.

"Someone else brought me there," Dean said finally after weighing his options for a moment.

"No one in that building had ever seen you before, and you weren't seen on the security video entering the building," Zack pointed out.

"We just want to know how you got in," Jade persisted, "Than you can go."

"I already told you how," Dean said softly. His expression told the officers that they had finished for the day; Dean wasn't going to say anything else.

"Alright, have it your way," Zack said stiffly as they led Dean back to his cell.

As the door to the cell slammed shut, Dean winced and tried to hide the shudder that went through his body. He had to get out of here soon or he was going to lose it.