They brought us to a police station. Sam and Dean were shackled together by the wrists and ankles. I also had shackles, but I wasn't chained to the boys. When we came in, I eyed a young woman standing by Henriksen looking afraid and clutching at a string of rosary beads. The nameplate on her desk read "Nancy Fitzgerald".
"Why all the sourpusses?" Dean quipped, smiling around at all the grim faced officers.
"I'll show you to the cells," one officer, who's name badge read "REIDY", spoke.
He grabbed onto Dean's arm.
"Hey! Hey! Watch the merchandise!"
Nancy's eyes followed us, still scared.
"We're not the ones you should be afraid of, Nancy," I called over to her.
Sam and Dean were put into a separate cell across from me, and I easily sat down on the edge of my bed. However, they struggled a bit more due to the fact that they were chained together. Sam went for the door of the cell while Dean went for the bed, and they both almost fell.
"Dean, come on!" Sam cried exasperatedly.
"Alright, alright. Sit?"
"Yeah."
They moved awkwardly around each other, but managed to also sit on the edge of their bed.
"How we gonna Houdini out of this one?" I called over to them.
"Good question," Dean grumbled. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, we both are," I nodded, putting my hands over my stomach.
I was about four and a half months along, and since Sam and Dean knew, I didn't try hiding my bump as much. Dean had tried to get me to go to the doctor to just check and see that everything was going okay, but we hadn't really gotten enough of a break to do that. Silence fell between the two cells, and I started humming softly while rubbing my stomach. I had noticed little movements about a week ago, specifically when Dean talked or I hummed Metallica songs. Henriksen came in a few minutes later, but I didn't stop humming while he talked to the boys.
"You know what I'm trying to decide?" he asked.
"I don't know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Dean quipped.
"What to have for dinner tonight."
I glanced over at them, then focused back on my stomach, smiling a little when I felt the baby move.
"Steak or lobster," Henriksen continued, "what the hell, surf and turf. I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you three in chains..."
"You kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing that way," Dean shook his head. "And you're just not her type."
"Now, that's funny," Henriksen smirked.
"You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep Sam and I in that jail."
"You're right. Screwed up. Underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart, but now I'm ready."
"Yeah, ready to lose us again?"
"Ready, like a court order to keep you in a Super maximum prison in Nevada and a girl's penitentiary in California till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so that between you and me... probably unconstitutional."
I stopped humming, looking over at Sam and Dean with wide eyes. They had similar shocked expressions, realizing Henriksen was dead serious.
"How's that for ready?"
Dean didn't say anything else.
"Take a good look at each other, guys. You three will never see each other again."
Sam and Dean looked back at the fed, disconcerted, and I felt tears springing to my eyes. Damn hormones...
"Aw. Where's that smug smile, Dean? I want to see it."
"You got the wrong guys," Dean said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. And then you had to go and drag your girl over there into it, too. That's all. That's reality."
"Why don't you shut your mouth?"
"Well, guess what? Life sucks. Get a helmet. Cause everybody's got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer."
We could hear the sound of a helicopter approaching outside.
"And now I have three less to worry about."
Henriksen looked down at his watch, smiling.
"Mm. Surf and turf time."
He laughed, leaving us alone. Sam and Dean exchanged a stressed look and then Dean looked over at me. Silent tears were making their way down my cheeks and I closed my eyes, just focusing on the movements of the tiny human growing in my stomach. I went back to humming Metallica, trying to calm us both down.
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Deputy Director Steven Groves came in a little while later and shot Dean in the shoulder. I jumped up, grabbing onto the bars of my cell as I watched Sam grapple for the gun with the deputy. Dean had fallen back on the bed, and the gun fired a few more times, narrowly missing him. Sam began chanting in Latin and Steven's head whipped from side to side.
"Sorry, I've gotta cut this short," he said, stepping back. "It's gonna be a long night, fellas."
Dean sat up, clutching his shoulder as demonic smoke exited Steven's body, screaming, and disappeared into the air vent. The deputy's body fell to the ground, dead. Henriksen, Reidy and another officer came rushing in, pointing their guns at Sam.
"Alright, put the gun down!" the unknown officer shouted.
"Wait! Okay. Wait!" Sam said.
"He shot him!" the officer said to Reidy and Henriksen.
"I didn't shoot him, okay? I didn't shoot anyone!"
"He shot me!" Dean added.
"Get on your knees! Now!" Henriksen ordered Sam.
"Okay, okay, okay. Don't shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here," Sam handed the gun through the bars. "Look. We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him. Go ahead, check him."
Reidy walked over, checking Steven's body for a wound.
"Vic, there's no bullet wound," he looked up at Henriksen.
"He's probably been dead for months," I told them.
"What did you do to him?" Henriksen demanded.
"We didn't do anything," Dean insisted, still clutching his shoulder.
"Talk or I shoot."
"He was possessed," Sam explained.
"Possessed? Right. Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now."
"Yeah! Do that," Dean nodded.
"Bill?" Reidy spoke into his walkie-talkie, but only got static in response. "Bill, are you there?"
There was still no response, and Henriksen gave him the nod to go check it out. The remaining officers kept their guns trained on us while we waited. A few minutes later, Reidy spoke into the walkie-talkie, coming through to Henriksen.
"They're dead. I think they're all dead."
A moment later, what sounded like an explosion came through the speaker.
"What the hell was that?" Henriksen spoke into the device. "Reidy? Reidy?!"
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