Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 18

Harley's POV:

"You can't keep us locked in here forever." I scoffed, pouting on the bed of the jail cell.

"Oh yeah, and why is that?" A man in a suit asked me.

"Because," I tried to come up with something on the spot. "I have to pee." I said quickly. I heard Sammy giggle from the cell across from my own and I looked at him and glared. The man let out a large sigh before walking over and unlocking the door. "Thank you, sir." I stated in a sour tone. The man grabbed my arm to lead me down the hall and I turned and smirked at Sam. The man and I made it to the bathroom and I quickly went in. The minute I got into the tiny, unsanitary bathroom I started to look around for an escape route. The only thing was a duct above the toilet, some sort of air unit it seemed. I sighed loudly at the lack of, well anything, in this room. I stood still for a second when I heard a small rattling noise coming from somewhere in the room. I looked around a bit before spotting the location of the noise. A small air conditioning duct at the corner of the room. I walked over and inspected it a bit. The rattling seemed to be coming from a loose nail. I started to wiggle the nail around a bit but it wasn't budging.

"Hurry up in there." The man called out. I looked over impatiently, wanting to kill him through the wall with some sort of laser beam. I returned my attention back to the loose screw and pulled harder.

"C'mon baby, work with me." I said quietly through gritted teeth. The nail popped out and I let out a sigh. "Jackpot."

I got up and and stood on top of the toilet and reached for the air duct. I planned to jimmy the nail between the ceiling and the duct and pop it up enough for me to rip it out and crawl in. Ya know, like they do in spy movies.

I had just started to get it loose when I heard the man yell again. Panic flew through me and I started ripping at the duct like a wolf tearing through fresh meat. I knew if I were to get caught now that my ass was grass.

I heard the doorknob start to jiggle and I silently thanked myself for remembering to lock the door behind me. The jiggling of the doorknob became more furious, which turned into pulling, which turned into full fledge banging on the door. My heart stopped. The door had opened and the man was now standing in the room. I looked down from in the air duct and held my breath. I had gotten up there just seconds before he opened the door.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" I yelled, fury changing his features drastically. I still laid silent as he exited the bathroom. "I want this building on lockdown until we find that little bitch!" I heard him scream from another room. I slowly started to army crawl my way through the duct.

"Please have no spiders. Please have no spiders." I prayed as I crawled on. I could here a siren sound in the background and I stopped for a moment. "A siren? Really?" I rolled my eyes. "Who the hell am I? Charles Manson?" I continued to crawl, without direction, and stopped when I retch another duct. I peered down and saw that I was right in front of Dean and Sammy's cell. The man was there practically screaming at them. As if they snuck me out somehow.

"Look pal, you can scream at us till you're blew in the face. We don't know anything." Dean stated.

"Yeah I'm sure you don't." The man spat.

"You're a real pleasure to be around, you know that?" Dean asked, continuing his smart ass remarks.

"Oh yeah I'm sure. And I'm glad you think that considering you're gonna be will be for a long while." The man sneered.

"Oh, kill me now." Dean rolled his eyes.

"No I won't kill you, that would be too easy. But I do know your strongest weakness Dean Winchester, don't forget that."

"Oh really? And what would that be Meat Head?"

The officer paused for a second and I saw him raise his gun. Before I knew it he had pulled the trigger. The sound echoed through the air duct and nearly deafened me. I closed my ears tightly and waited to open my eyes. I expected to see Dean bleeding out by now but Dean was just standing there, in shock. I looked over and saw Sammy holding his leg.

"Oh you sorry, pathetic, dead-meat son-of-a-bitch." I spat. I started to mess with the nails in that air duct, repeating the process I did before. About 10 minutes passed by and now two men were standing in front of Sam and Dean's cell. Who the hell did they think we were? A gang of modern day Houdinis? One of the men walked away to use the restroom. I pulled the last nail out slowly and pulled the duct away, leaving an empty square hole. I had noticed that the man guarding them had a bad habit of pacing back and forth. So I figured that would be the perfect time. I waited for the man the get under me and I dropped from the ceiling on top of him. This was a moment when I wish I weighed a little more than I did. The man struggled a little and I wrapped my arm around his neck, squeezing as hard as possible. The man started to sink and I put my feet down, guiding his unconscious body to the floor. I looked up and saw the boys staring at me. I looked at them and whispered a 'shh' with my index finger in front of my lips. They stayed silent and I heard the footsteps of the other guard returning. I looked around in momentary panic before noticing that Dip Shit didn't close my cell door when he took me to the bathroom. I grabbed the unconscious guard under his arms and pulled him into the cell. I slipped in silently and waited for the other guard. The footsteps neared and I held my breath. The guard stopped in front of my cell and looked around slightly. In a matter of 5 seconds I wrapped my arm around his neck and repeated the process that I used in his buddy. He slowly drifted off and I lowered him onto the floor beside his coworker. I took the keys from his belt loop and exited the cell, shutting and locking them in, what used to be, my cell.

"Where did you learn that?" Sammy asked, shocked.

"Who cares?" Dean said before I could answer. "That was badass." He laughed, still looking shocked. I rolled my eyes and unlocked their cell.

"Come on, we gotta get the hell out of dodge." I told them. They nodded and rushed out of the cell. Sammy made a small noise of pain and stopped jogging. I looked down at his leg where the bullet hole was. "Shit." I mumbled. I looked around a little bit before turning back to him. "Alright, hold still Sammy." I told him. He obliged and I raised my arm, using my teeth to rip the sleeve off of my right arm. "Harley-" Sam stated and I cut him off.

"I didn't like this shirt anyway. Now hold still ginormo." I told him. He sighed. I wrapped the ripped sleeve tightly over the wound and tied it off.

"Alright, let's go." I stated, getting up quickly.

"Uh, I don't think we're going anywhere." Sam said, looking past me. I followed his gaze to the front door of the police department. All I saw was, what seemed like, thousands of police lights outside the station.

"Mother-fuck." I spat. "What now?" I asked the boys on each side of me.

"Now we bend over and kiss our asses goodbye." Dean stated, still staring at the front door.