Damaged

Jus in Bello

We finally found Bela. She was in Colorado, actually not far from where I lived. I shook my head and waited in  the Impala, while they searched Bela's motel room. This morning, I dressed in a black tank crop top, white jeans, and blue see-through lace shirt. I had on a layered necklace, owl earrings, and my hair was curled. My makeup was simple. I blew out a breath, and pulled my knees up to my chest. Suddenly, there was a rap on the window. I jumped and looked over. A FBI agent beckoned for me to come out of the car. I cautiously followed, his direction, grabbing my dad's jacket and slipping it on before opening the car door.

"Lynn Berkley?" The Agent said. At my nod, he continued. "You are an accomplice of the Winchesters. You're under arrest."

I sigh and put my hands around my back as a cop arrested me and read me my Miranda Rights. "Henricksen, right?" He nods. "Nice to finally meet you. The brothers told me all about how you made it your life's mission to find them."

"And now I have. I can find another mission."

We walked to the room just as the SWAT team broke down the door. Immediately, the brothers were taken down.

The same officer that read my rights spoke. "Sam and Dean Winchester, you have the right to remain silent." Sam and Dean watch Henricksen walk to them, look at each other, then up. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a Lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense."

Dean and Sam look up to see Agent Henriksen.

Henriksen nods, his bald head shining. "Hi guys... It's been a while."

Dean and Sam share another look, then Dean closes his eyes and lays his head down on the floor in defeat.

When we got to the town's police station, we had to wait outside while Henrikson checked out the police station. The brothers and I exchanged glances, worried. We didn't know how the hell we were getting out of this one. After a few minutes, Henriksen's voice crackles over one of the cop's walkies.

"Reidy?"

Reidy put the walkie up to his mouth. "Yeah, Vic?"

"Bring them in. I guess we're ready as we're gonna be."

The cops make a formation around us, one in back one in front. They opened the doors and we were shepherded in. The cops in the station stared at us. There was also a young woman, who was staring at the three of us, wide-eyed and clutching her rosary.

Dean looked around. "Why all the sourpusses?" He grinned. I glanced at the woman's nameplate, and it read Nancy.

"I'll show you to the cells." Reidy grabbed my arm.

I yanked my arm out of his grip. "Hey! Hey! Watch the merchandise! Plus, I'm taken. No need to touch. I'm cooperating."

Nancy's gaze follow us, still afraid. Her hand tightened around her rosary, and Dean sighed. "We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy."

She just looks down and we're finally ushered to the cells. We're pushed into the door and I sit on the bed. Dean goes to the bed and Sam to the door. They both almost fall because of the chain they are connected to. I snicker because the cops didn't hook me up to the chain.

"Dean, come on!" Sam groaned.

"All right, all right. Sit?"

"Yeah."

They awkwardly walk around each other and finally sit, Sam next to me.

"How we gonna Houdini out of this one?" I ask, leaning my head on Sam's shoulder.