Chapter 8

Bobby looked around him. He had to pack up the locker again before he could leave it. He had plenty of weapons. But still, he saw some items he wanted as souvenirs. Plus, he could always use money. He took some items that he knew would not be unique enough to raise a lot of questions. Bobby did feel bad, for a moment, about using historical treasures like this, after all. But he had to save the boys; letting them rot in prison was absolutely out of the question.

Bobby needed some place private he could cast his spell. He needed time to find the right spell, whatever that might be. And he found the nearest no-tell motel and checked in to the not-so-clean room. He then set about looking for spells in the book. He had brought a lot of things he would need to cast a spell with him. But, he was sure, that there would be some things he would have to go and get. He found several but the one that he thought would be most affective was one that gave the caster of the spell control over a person through a 'cursed' object. The person who cast the spell has power over the object and whoever holds said object.

Bobby smiled, and he knew what object he would use. He dropped an old half-dollar into a bowl along with the other needed ingredients. He lit sage and passed it over the bowl as he read the spell. He then threw a match into the bowl, per instructions, and it burned up all the items, except the coin. He then cleaned the coin off with a handkerchief, careful not to touch it. He transferred the coin to a clean handkerchief. He wrapped the coin up and put it in his pocket. He then headed off to the prison. He hoped the spell would work, and work well enough and long enough for him to spring Dean.

SPN/WC SPN/WC SPN/WC SPN/WC SPN/WC

Dean Winchester walked into the visitor's room, very surprised to see his guest. He knew Bobby would be pissed. First of all, because he had been shot; second of all because he was in prison; but, most of all, because neither he nor Sam had called Bobby and told him what had been going on.

"Hey, Son." Bobby said after he and Dean had sat down at one of the picnic style tables, in the cafeteria slash vistor's room slash gym slash, whatever-the-heck-they-needed-to-use-the-place-for room

"Bobby." Dean stated. He knew what was coming, and he knew he deserved it. "How did you find out?"

Bobby was angry with the elder Winchester, but he managed to keep his voice down. And luckily for them, none of the guards were standing too close to them. Per prison procedure Bobby had had to empty his pockets. And he 'accidently' dropped that coin out of the handkerchief, onto the floor. One of the guards picked up the coin, slipping it into his own pocket. The plan had worked. Bobby would just shrug off the use of a few cents figuring the guard would pick it up and put it in his pocket. And it had worked, and the spell would work, Bobby hoped. But he had one and only one chance to find out.

"Your friend called me, Neal…Neal Caffrey's his name." Bobby replied. His anger was lessening. He could never stay mad at the boys too long.

Dean smiled. "Neal's a good friend."

Bobby nodded. "Yes, he is. Judging from what I found in that locker of his…."

"He told you about that?"

Bobby nodded. "I found a book called the Necromancer. A book of spells, if the one I cast works, we both will be walking out of this place in just a few minutes."

Bobby stood and Dean followed suit. Bobby went over to the guard that had pocketed his coin. Bobby spoke in a low voice.

"This young man and I are ready to leave now. And you are going to let us do that."

The guard nodded. He was completely under the spell of the coin. The problem was Bobby didn't know how long the spell would last so he had to act fast.

"You're going to tell everybody, after we leave, that I am here to transfer Mr. Winchester to another prison facility per the FBI Director Jones' order. I am Special Agent Jerry Sambora, and I will take full responsibility for this prisoner."

The guard nodded again. He led Bobby and Dean out of the area and then out of the building. He deactivated the alarm, and then waved to the sharp shooters in the towers that surrounded that area, saying that this was not an escape. It was an approved transfer of a prisoner. And with that, Bobby and Dean climbed into the car. They were out on the road about a mile away before Dean could even speak.

"That worked, I'll be damned!" Dean replied, amazed.

"Yeah, I'll be damned." Bobby said, feeling like he was breathing for the first time since he and Dean had left the place. "There's a change of clothes on the back seat. We'll take your jumpsuit out in the woods somewhere and burn and bury it.

Dean nodded as he quickly shed his prison clothes and put on civilian clothes. Bobby caught a glimpse of Dean's scar when Dean pulled off the prison t-shirt. He knew what Bobby was looking at and he stopped for just a second. He then pulled his shirt all the way down. Dean didn't want to talk about New York yet. He just, he wasn't ready. And he needed Sam there to help explain things. Sam was just a lot better at that kind of stuff.

"What was the deal with that spell?" Dean asked, needing to get Bobby's mind off his scar.

"That book I was telling you about had a spell in it where you cast a spell on an object, anything, from a coin to a car. And the person in possession of the object is under your control." Bobby explained.

"…for how long?" Dean asked.

Bobby glanced over at Dean. "The spell wasn't too specific. But it did say the use of more or less of certain ingredients could alter the strength of the spell."

Dean shook his head. "I just can't believe it worked. That's freakin' awesome."

"I'm just hoping it will work a second time." Bobby said as he and the escaped convict headed for Austin, Texas.

TBC