Back in Black

Jailhouse Rock

Alexandra

"Officer, I'm sure if you took the cuffs off he would come willingly." They both looked at him as he nodded enthusiastically. They took the cuffs off of his wrists and forced us into the car. He sat behind the driver seat and I sat in the middle, laying my head on his shoulder. He kissed my forehead. I felt him lift my chin up and kiss me fully on the lips. I smiled against his lips, combing my fingers through his hair, thoroughly messing his hair up. He was a good kisser, could even be considered a great one. As we continued to kiss, I could feel his hand drifting towards my butt so I pinched his side. "You are not groping my ass in the back of a police car, you jerk" I muttered.

"Just trying to act the part, baby girl." He murmured back. "I love you, Princess."

"I love you too, shortie." I replied.

"You're not much taller than I am." He growled.

"I like it." I assured him. "Besides, you're right, we are around the same height. which I like, because then I can kiss you easily. and..."

"Honey, you're rambling again."He laughed, kissing me again.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

"We're here." One of the deputies interrupted. Once we got inside, Dean and I were separated into different interrogation rooms. I gave him a passionate kiss on the lips as we were separated, giving him a longing look as we were led to different rooms. A balding man, looking to be in his fifties walked in a few minutes later.

"Can I get you anything?" I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn't say anything without giving the guy information away, so I silently sat there doing nothing. "Alexandra, I'm sorry I can't give you Dean." My palms started to sweat. "I thought Alexandra might be your name, because I found it in this book in your friend's motel room." He replied, showing me a brown leather-bound journal. It was John's journal. Sam and Dean's dad. He never went anywhere without it... when did that change? And why? "So I'm thinking you and Dean and whoever this belongs to are working together."

"That's mine. And I haven't killed anybody." Which was true to a point. The people I killed were no longer people when I killed them. They were meat suits and things. Not anything human for sure.

"Then who is Dean?" The Sheriff asked.

"My cousin." He opened the journal to a page.

"What does this mean?" The page had both of our names on it and some coordinates. Ex-marine crap. I shrugged.

"I don't friggin' know."

"Well, you and Dean are staying here until you figure out what it means." He responded.

A/N

Sorry guys, this chapter is shorter than I originally planned, and it took awhile to make it actually worth reading. So yeah. I'm so sorry for the absence as of late, my job is really stressful... so yeah.

Comment if you want more! (I'm not sure if anyone is actually reading this)

Love you guys!

Alex