Some details of me writing this chapter: I do not know the details of prison or how one functions. I have never been to prison. Also, if you want to know what I heard while writing this, listen to the song You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison by My Chemical Romance. It is an amazing song. That is all.

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Chapter 3

It took a few days to get everything together for Dean's plan (which Sam considered to be a horrible idea that would never work). They needed proper clothing, a new pair of fake IDs, and a lot of luck. The first two were easy enough, but the third one was something that was never really on their side.

"Dean, this is a horrible idea." Sam voiced his complaints about the plan to Dean through the bathroom door. Dean was getting changed into a similar outfit to the one that Sam was already in. The prison guards here wore standard uniforms, tan shirts with ID badges pinned the breast pocket and plain black pants.

"Well do you have any better ideas?" Dean answered. Sam was almost able to hear his brother rolling his eyes in there.

"No, but I don't think we should be basing our sister's freedom on some gamble that you made up, most likely while watching Ocean's Eleven!"

"Oh shut up. Sometimes you've gotta take chances. And Ocean's Eleven worked just fine for them!" Dean unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, wearing a similar outfit to Sam's.

"It's a movie, Dean!"

"Damn right it is." Dean patted his brothers arm as he passed him, going to his duffel.

"This is not going to work! You want us to sneak in there and bring her out of there from the inside? Do you know how stupid that is." Sam ranted.

"Yes, you've made that very clear to me over the past few days. Why can't we just try this?"

"Because Elizabeth is on the line!"

"And that's why we can't sit here and do nothing!" Dean snapped, finally turning to face his brother.

Sam huffed angrily, getting ready to leave as well. He knew Dean was right, they couldn't just sit here and wait for something better to come their way. But he didn't have to tell him that.

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Dean felt really uncomfortable here. He was dressed as a prison guard, walking down the empty halls in the direction that he believed the cell block was in. He was alone, Sam had gone off a different way. The IDs got them anywhere they needed to go, but it was still nerve-wracking. Being a presumed-dead-assumed-serial-killer, he did not enjoy being around the authorities. They had been a big thing in the past and they never knew when police or even civilians would recognize them. Also, wandering blind down the halls of a prison wasn't exactly the nicest way to spend your Saturday night.

Dean looked at his watch and sighed. It was seven o'clock and he and Sam had been on the inside for about an hour and they still had nothing. He didn't want to leave without Eli tonight, even though he knew he probably would have to.

Things began to look up, however, when he came upon the cell block.

"Finally." Dean muttered as he started down the hall, trying to walk casually. He discreetly looked to the people in the cells. None of them paid much attention to him, just glancing up at him, then returning to what they were doing beforehand.

Dean had almost given up hope when he had reached the end of the block and saw the person he was looking for. She was sitting alone in a cell on her bunk, reading a comic book. Dean smiled a little. Typical Eli.

"Lizzie?" Dean whispered, approaching her cell.

She looked up and her eyes lit up. "Dean?"