𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, d. winchester ₁

𝓿𝓲𝓲𝓲. jail and hot wiring a car

"WHAT KIND OF IMBECILE puts two criminals in the same interrogation room?" Evan chuckled half-heartedly, her eyes darting over to Dean. His nonchalant shrug suggested that he was just as bemused by the situation.

"I'm guessing this isn't your first rodeo?" Dean queried, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

Evan dismissively shook her head, her laughter fading into a sigh. "I've been arrested at least twice a month since I was twelve." Evan relayed to Dean, his brows furrowing in concern and surprise.

"For what?" Dean inquired, his curiosity piqued by her candid confession.

"Let's just say that you're not the only one who had a rough childhood," Evan shrugged, her voice a mixture of resignation and defiance, just before the door to the room swung open.

"So you wanna give us your real names?" The stern-faced cop demanded as he strode into the room.

"I told you. It's Nugent, Ted and Ginny Nugent." Dean retorted, his voice cool and collected.

"I don't think you realize how much trouble you're in," The cop warned them, placing a box ominously on the table and positioning himself defiantly in front of them.

"We talking misdemeanor trouble or squeal like a pig trouble?" Dean shot back, his tone laced with sarcasm, earning him a reproachful glare from Evan.

"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall," The cop revealed, causing Evan and Dean to exchange a glance of alarm. "Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. You two are officially suspects."

"That makes sense 'cause when the first one went missing in eighty-two, I was three," Dean retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And she," he gestured towards Evan, "wasn't even born yet."

"I know you got partners. One of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing," The cop speculated, reaching into the box that rested ominously in front of him. "So, Dean, is this his?" The cop tossed a book onto the table, causing Evan to shoot Dean a worried glance.

Dean watched in silence as the cop leaned over the table, flipping through the pages of the journal. "I figured that might be your name. See, I leafed through this, what little I could make out. I mean this is nine kinds of crazy." he stated, as Dean leaned forward to get a better look at the journal. "But I found this too."

"Now, you're staying right here until you tell me exactly what the hell that means," The cop demanded.

⛤

"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you" Dean sighed, leaning forward until his elbows rested on the wooden table. "It's just my high school locker combo."

"We gonna do this all night long?" The cop sounded exasperated just as another officer poked his head through the door.

"We just got a nine-one-one, shots fired down on Whiteford road," the second cop relayed the urgent news to his colleague.

"You two gotta use the bathroom?" The first cop asked Dean and Evan, who exchanged a glance before shaking their heads in unison.

"No."

"Good," The cop nodded in approval before producing a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

Evan scoffed in disbelief as the cop secured her wrist to the table. "Seriously? Is this really necessary?" She watched as Dean was subjected to the same treatment before the cop exited the room, his footsteps gradually fading into silence.

Once they were alone, Dean turned to Evan, "Can't you just morph into a cat and sneak out of here?"

Evan scoffed at his suggestion. "And what would I wear once I reverted back to being human, genius?"

"I wouldn't mind," Dean shot back with a smirk, causing Evan to roll her eyes. Noticing something in the journal, Evan quickly extended her free hand, plucking a paperclip from its pages and bending it into shape.

"You know, I could just leave you here," Evan teased as she deftly picked the handcuff lock, a triumphant grin spreading across her face as she freed her hand.

"You wouldn't dare," Dean retorted, shaking his head in disbelief as Evan rose from her chair, the journal in her grasp. "Seriously, unlock me. Please."

Evan gave a satisfied smirk, "See? It's not so hard to ask nicely." She then moved to Dean, expertly picking his handcuff lock. Once free, they both stealthily approached the door. "Damn it," Evan muttered under her breath as she and Dean quickly ducked to the side, narrowly avoiding detection by a group of cops passing by.

"Let's go," Dean signaled towards the door, earning a nod from Evan.

⛤

"You go first." Dean gestured towards the rusty fire escape with a refined wave of his hand, signaling Evan to proceed. Evan offered Dean a brisk nod in response, before skillfully hoisting herself over the side of the building and placing her feet on the first wrung of the ladder. Her hands gripped the cold metal as she began her descent.

"Careful," Dean warned his eyes following Evan's progress with a hint of concern. "We don't know how old that thing is," he added, hinting at the potential risk of their chosen escape route.

"Isn't it a bit late for caution?" Evan retorted, a note of irony creeping into her voice as she reached solid ground. She looked up to see Dean beginning his own journey down the fire escape. "Weren't you the one who made us leap off a bridge just a few hours ago?"

Evan's comment hung in the air as she observed Dean's careful descent. Once he joined her on the ground, she quickly changed the subject. "We need to find a phone booth or something." With this in mind, Evan and Dean quickly made their way out of the dimly lit alley, their eyes darting around as they searched for a phone booth in the unfamiliar terrain.

⛤

"Fake nine-one-one phone call, Sammy. That's pretty illegal." Dean spoke into the phone while Evan stood a few steps away, taking the role of lookout. "Listen we gotta talk. Sammy, would you shut up for a second? Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you, he's gone. Dad left Jericho." Evan listened to Dean speak to Sam before he motioned for the journal. Evan quickly handed Dean the journal. "He left his journal. Yeah well, he did this time. Same old ex-Marine crap when he wants to let us know where he's going. I'm not sure yet." Evan wrapped her arms around herself, even with the leather jacket, it was still cold. "Sam. Sam!"

Evan's head snapped around abruptly to look at Dean as he forcefully slammed the phone onto the receiver. He exited the enclosed space of the phone booth in a rush, urgency evident in his movements. "Come on, we gotta go," Dean said hurriedly, his voice laced with a sense of immediate danger. He started striding down the sidewalk without waiting for her response.

"Where?" Evan questioned, her voice laced with confusion. Dean merely shrugged in response, his face masked with a hint of worry. Evan let out a soft groan of frustration before her gaze landed on an alleyway as they briskly walked past it. "Jackpot," she whispered to herself, a small triumphant smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She quickly veered her path and walked into the alleyway, her attention drawn to the car that was parked there.

With swift movements, Evan quickly took off her jacket and wrapped it around her hand for protection. She took in a quick, deep breath to steady her nerves before slamming her fist into the glass window, shattering it into pieces. She quickly unlocked the car doors and swiftly stepped in, all while keeping an eye out for any unexpected trouble.

Inside the car, Evan quickly removed the access panel. She grabbed a piece of broken glass and started stripping the wire with practiced ease. "Please work," Evan pleaded quietly under her breath, her fingers pressing the wires together with the hope that it would start the car. A grin spread across her face in triumph as the car roared to life. "Yes!" Her heart pounded in her chest with success as she quickly shut the driver's door, put the car in drive, and pulled out of the dark alleyway. "Need a ride?" Evan hollered out to Dean who was standing on the sidewalk, his eyes frantically scanning the surroundings.

"Evan, I think I just fell in love with you," Dean smirked as he rushed over to the passenger side and got in.

"Yeah, yeah." Evan waved a hand dismissively as she sped down the road, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. "Save the love shit until after we save Sam," she retorted, her focus on the road ahead.