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Dean lay on the bed in the cell with his teeth clenched to hold back the howl that so desperately wanted to escape. He was nearly quivering with pent up energy so he curled his body tighter into itself to try and quell the need. Sam had been to see him, but had been unable to work out a plan of escape and he had been stuck here for too long. Half open eyes stared longingly out the small window in the hall outside the cell. Unsure of how much control he retained over his body, Dean didn't move when Jade approached and stood outside his cell.
"Dean," she said softly, "Are you alright?" He had stopped cracking jokes and refused to eat. His sudden change in behavior had Jade worried and she tried to engage him. "Sam is here to see you," Sam had been in every day to see his brother, and he and Jade were well acquainted. Still receiving no response, Jade motioned for Sam to be allowed into the secure area. "You need to do something; you are the only one he responds to now. He can't go much longer like this," Jade advised Sam quietly, not knowing that Dean could hear every word. Sam only response was a small nod and Jade left the brothers alone.
"Dean," Sam called to his brother. No answer. "Dean, come on man, say something," he paused, "Jade's worried about you, I think she likes you Dean."
"I don't know how much longer I can do this Sammy," Dean whispered.
"Bobby and I came up with a plan, we are going to get you out tonight," Sam explained, trying to give Dean hope. "Be ready, it goes down at eleven," Sam said softly so only Dean's enhanced hearing would pick it up before walking away. "Dean," he called back as he left, "Eat something or you'll be able to slip through the bars," he finished teasingly. Hurry… the silent plea echoed in Sam's head. They needed to move fast, the wolf was gaining more control.
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Dean appeared to be sleeping as Jade sat on the floor outside his cell. She knew that she was getting too involved, he was just another case. Despite her common sense, she couldn't help but empathize with Dean; she wished she could figure out what was wrong with him. Returning to her desk briefly to grab some paperwork she had to do, Jade returned to keep her vigil with Dean. She had given up on engaging him in conversation hours ago, but she couldn't bring herself to leave. Something was drawing her to this man, something that she couldn't identify.
It was almost eleven, and the station was mostly empty. Dean could sense the janitor and the dispatch officer still in the building. Jade had dozed off into a light sleep leaning against the wall. Dean rolled over and sat up as he focused his eyes on her sleeping form. There was something different about this girl, she was more than she appeared to be. He remained completely still as he stared at her, trying to unravel the mystery. Dean's attention was drawn away from Jade as he felt a tickle in the back of his mind. Sam was here.
The door to the detention area pushed open slowly and Sam entered carefully. He was about to speak when Dean motioned to the floor where Jade was sleeping. Sam tread silently to the door to Dean's cell and opened it noiselessly. Together they padded out of the room but just as the door shut behind them Jade woke up.
"Stop!" she shouted as she scrambled to her feet to follow the brothers. Doing the opposite, Sam and Dean started running for the exit, not wanting to hurt Jade or get caught again. Dean made it to the door first and he burst through, his relief at being outside nearly palpable. Sam followed closely after and they ran up to the impala and threw themselves inside. Jade grabbed a set of keys on her way out and clambered into a car to follow after them.
"Step on it," Sam said quickly to Dean.
"Don't need to tell me twice," he laughed as he slammed the pedal to the floor. Tires screeching, they screamed out of the parking lot and sped toward the city limits.
"Dean," Sam said hesitantly, "Are you going to be okay? Do we need to stop?"
"Sam," was the wary reply, "I'm fine, it's not like we have a choice right now."
"What do you mean?"
"Look," Dean said as he pointed his thumb behind them. Sam looked back to see Jade following them and she was catching up fast.
"Dean, you've got to lose her."
"Don't you think I know that?" Dean snapped. "Shit!" Dean yelled as he slammed his foot on the brake. The car's breaks squealed as they tried to stop the racing mass of metal. Sam braced himself against the dashboard as the car spun around and finally came to a stop. They sat in the car breathing hard as they heard the squad car come to a more graceful stop behind them.
"Dean?"
"Trouble," was all Dean said and Sam looked at the road in front of them.
"Shit," Sam echoed Dean's earlier statement.
"We need to get Jade out of here," Dean said fervently.
"I think we have bigger problems—," Sam started to say.
"No, we get her away, then we can deal with them," Dean motioned to the hunters blocking the road. Sam gave his brother a quizzical look before nodding. They climbed out of the car and Sam drew his weapon and pointed it at the hunters.
"We don't want any trouble," Sam said slowly.
"That's too bad, 'cause we do," sneered one of the hunters. Dean walked up to Jade who was standing next to her car with her service weapon half drawn.
"Jade," Dean said soothingly, "It's going to be okay, but you need to get back in your car and leave." She looked sharply at Dean before replying.
"Leave? You are an escaping prisoner, I can't just let you go."
"This is above your head, please, you need to go," he pleaded but before he could continue he heard Sam shout and turned to see the hunters rushing his brother. Dean ran to his brother's aid and he felt Jade behind him as she drew her gun and ran to help.
"Police, freeze!" she shouted. The hunters paid her no heed and continued to attack Sam. Dean threw himself into the fray in a furious rage. His arms swung and hit countless times but there were just too many of them. Dean let out an infuriated roar as he changed into the wolf and began attacking with renewed vigor. Jade was fighting had to hand with one of the hunters and she surprisingly didn't react to Dean's sudden change. Sam was holding his own for now, but this couldn't go on, Sam and Jade were human, and there was only so much they could take.
Dean was about to close his jaws on the throat of one hunter when an icy voice stopped him.
"She's dead, you kill him and she's dead." Dean growled but he took a step back and sank onto his haunches. Sam also stopped fighting and his arms were quickly seized by the hunters around him. "Don't move," he ordered Dean as one of the other hunters approached with a metal collar with a chain attached to it. Dean tensed and prepared to lunge but stilled when he saw the blade press against Jade's throat. "That's right, be a good puppy," he said patronizingly. The collar was snapped into place along with a heavy duty muzzle. Before anyone could react, the hunter who had put the collar on swung the butt of his gun, slamming it into Dean's head. He crumpled to the ground at the unexpected hit.
"Dean!" Sam and Jade shouted in unison.
