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Episode: Season 2 Episode 19

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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~Museum, night~

Sam, Dean, and (M/n) were walking through a door, Dean was holding a map and a flashlight, Sam was just holding a flashlight and the demon was following them.

"This way." The oldest said, as they walked down the hallway.

"I hate this plan, Dean."

"Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it."

"Come on, Sammy. It'll be fun." (M/n) grinned.

They turned a corner, walking side-ti-side. They pass a motion sensor on the wall at mid-calf height. The light on the motion sensor turned red as they kept walking.

Sam was undoing a lock on a glass exhibition case. Once he got it open, he carefully took a decorated axe from the case. Dean was holding a hooked dagger from another. Sam turned the axe around in his hands. They soon heard the sound of glass shattering. They both looked up to see that the demon broke one of the glass cases.

"(M/n)! That wasn't part of the plan!" Sam yelled.

"What? I just wanted to have some fun." He shrugged.

The brothers put down the weapons and started to leave. As they all headed out, they were met with two policemen.

"Freeze!" One yelled. They turned around to meet two more, and another two at their other way out.

"Don't move!"

"I said freeze!"

"Hold it right there!"

"Put your hands on your heads! Get down on your knees! Now!"

The three comply and kneel down. Three officers walk up behind them and handcuff them. Dean smiled a bit, he looked at Sam, who wasn't happy.

~Police Station, Night~

Sam was standing in front of a mug shot board holding a sign that said:

81A3826

LITTLE ROCK

CITY POLICE

LITTLE ROCK AR.

He reached up to about 6'5 on the board.

Then it was Dean's turn, then (M/n)'s.

~Later~

Dean was sitting in an interrogation room when two men enter. One was Agent Henriksen.

"Well, it's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger. Extra onions."

Henriksen smiles at the other cop, who smirked.

"You think you're funny."

"I think I'm adorable." The demon smiled.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean." The Winchesters smile fell. "I'm Special Agent Victor Henricksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy."

"Henriksen? Not the Milwaukee agent Henriksen?"

The man pulled out a picture of the boy that was from the bank chaos.

"Oh, nice shit." He tossed the picture onto the table. "You can hang that up in your cell at Super Max."

"All right, maybe we can just forget the cheeseburger, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Keep that game face on. Try and cover how up cornered you are. Read him the charges." The man said to his partner.

"Well, we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration..."

"Skip to the good ones."

"Armed robbery, kidnapping and, oh, three counts of first-degree murder."

"And after Milwaukee, your brother and friend are now a suspect in a murder case themselves. I'd say for you guys, 'screwed to hell' is a major understatement."

"Well, where there's life, there's hope, huh?"

"See? That's what I kept thinking as I searched for your asses all over hell and gone." Henriksen leaned on the table, speaking softly. "Your dad taught you well. The way you cover your tracks and after Milwaukee the way you...vanished." Dean laughed softly. "Near went nuts trying to find you."

A woman came in. "Dean Winchester?"

"In the flesh."

"And you are?"

"Mara Daniels, Public Defender's office." She shook Dean's hand. "I've been assigned you and your other two friends case."

"Huh."

"Are you Henriksen?" The woman asked the agent.

"Yeah, and we're not quite done here."

"Ah, yeah. You are. And if you don't mind, I would like to meet with my clients. Privately." Dean raised an eyebrow and smiled at Henriksen.

~Little later~

Mara had all three boys in the room, she opened her case.

"Unfortunately you arraignment on the breaking and entering charge wont be until Tuesday."

"And they'll keep up in the county jail?" Dean asked.

"That's right."

"Green River County Detention Center?" Sam asked.

"Yes. And considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail." Sam scoffed at that.

"Yeah, we figured." (M/n) commented.

"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern, the bank robbery and the murder raps."

"How long can we stall extradition?"

"A week, maybe less."

Dean nodded. Sam raised an eyebrow.

~Green River County Detention Center~

A bus doors open, a shackled man got out. Following him was Dean, holding the chains attached to his wrists and feet. Sam followed, and (M/n) after him.

"All right, let's go. Watch your step. Come on, keep moving." A guard told the men.

The prisoners walk past the front of the bus in a line and along a rec yard. The other prisoners line up against the fence and catcall at the new convicts. One of them points at (M/n).

"You're mine, baby!" The boy just rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry. I promise I won't trade you for smokes." Dean said.

"Good, cuz if you do, I'll kick your ass into next week." Sam chuckled a bit at the demons response.

~Later~

The new prisoners, flanked by two guards and each carrying blankets and a roll of toilet paper, walk down the hallway in a line. One of the guards unlocks a cell door. The first prisoner in line and Dean enter the cell.

"I call top bunk!" Dean's roommate scoffs and places this things on the top bunk. "Okay."

Dean turned to see Sam and (M/n) enter the cell across from him. Sam sighs that he's in the same cell as someone who he knows instead of someone else.

~Another timeskip, brought to you by Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife~

The prisoners were lined up to be frisked by a guard, and scanned with a metal-detecting rod by another. The three boys were well down the line.

"My roommate doesn't say much. You got lucky man." Dean said in a low voice to his brother, who was behind him.

"Yeah, thank god. Dean. This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done. And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy."

"Calm down. It's all part of the plan." (M/n) said, who was behind Sam.

"Oh really? So Henriksen showing up was part of the plan?"

"Yeah, that guy moves a little faster then I thought. Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down....then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos."

"That's not funny. Dean, what about this escape plan? It-"

"It's 100 percent sure. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't. I mean, come on, man, this place has all the signs of a haunting. Innocent people are dead. Four so far."

"Yeah, innocent." Sam laughed sarcastically.

"You from Texas all of a sudden? Just because these people are in jail,, doesn't mean they deserve to die. If we don't stop this thing, people are going to continue to die. We do this job wherever it takes us."

"Look, Dean, just be straight with me, all right? You're doing this for Deacon?"

"Damn right."