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Well... the mission failed... It wasn't Moody, Dean saw the ghost with his eyes. It was an unknown nurse in prison. They were walking in the yard wearing their blue jackets over jumpsuits. Karina looked at Dean, "You're telling us after the complete waste of time, it wasn't Moody?"

"Not unless he liked going around dressed like a nurse. Poor Tiny... Poor giant Tiny."

"You'll have your funeral for him later. Listen, this is the spirit that worked in prison, correct?"

"I don't know, Kay. I guess."

Sam and Karina shook their heads in disbelief after what Dean told them. "You know what, Dean, at this point, "I don't know, I guess" isn't really working for us. See... I thought we were done. I called Deacon. It's happening--we're getting out tonight."

"I guess we got to do some quick research, then."

"How? I mean, maybe you haven't noticed... we're in jail."

Karina's face lit up with an idea, she turned to Sam. "You still have your friend, Randall?"

After a while, Sam answered Karina's question with a sudden shift. Randall was sitting in the benchers, hearing what they needed from him. "So you want to know about some nurse?" Sam nodded as they were standing in front of him. "Why you want to know?"

"We got our reasons... but we'll make it worth your while." Dean showed a pack of cigarettes for the deal he will share. Randall began being investigated by the trio and then Dean asked. "So, this nurse, she would have white hair, one screwed-up eye--is that ringing a bell?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I remember her."

"You remember her name?"

"No, that's still kind of fuzzy."

Randall and Dean were having a staring contest, in which they all knew what he wanted. Sam chuckled, amused, then he turned to Dean and he hesitated. "Give it to him."

"I earned these." Karina sighed when she began to raise her right hand to slap him. Dean got the signal and then gave the pack to Randall to continue. She put her hand down, facing Randall.

"Glonker. Nurse Glockner. Nasty old bitch worked here in the 70s."

"You knew her?" asked Sam.

"I met her once. Had to get a tetanus shot. She damn near jabbed the needle through the other side of my arm. At least I got out of there alive."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Karina.

"Oh, I've heard these stories. I don't know if they were true. Cons love to talk but we're all liars."

"What kind of stories?" asked Dean.

"Guys would go up with a cold. Next thing you know, they're in a body bag. A whole rash of heart attacks-- young guys, old guys."

Sam asked, "Heart attacks?"

"Yeah. The story was Glockner had it out for cons and she did this Charles Bronson thing with a hypodermic. Anyway, that was the rumor. Nobody ever proved anything."

Dean asked, "What ever happened to Glockner?"

"I don't know. I finished my bit and left. Next time I landed back in here, she was gone."

***

They all went back to the cafeteria, discussing quietly together. Each of them was sitting at the round table together, and Karina was in between them. Sam began the conversation after the information from Randall, "Okay, so let's say those stories on Glockner were true."