Guns, Claws & Talons

Chapter 10 : Behind Bars

Sam's P.O.V

Jessie was losing a lot of blood. The manager had brought an armful of white towels and we were using them to slow the bleeding. Needless to say, they're not white anymore.

She managed to stay awake while Dean and I argued, again, about taking her to the hospital. But Jessie had managed to convince us otherwise by shifting and watching us carefully from behind green eyes. Neither of us wanted to explain to the doctors why we had a tiger.

"What are we going to do? We can't stay here." I asked, grabbing another towel to press to her shoulder.

"I don't know Sam! Give me a second!" Dean started pacing the room trying to think.

I busied myself checking on Jessie's shoulder. Lifting the new towel off the wound, I noticed the punctures were smaller, and the bleeding had stopped. Completely.

"Dean."

"I'm thinking."

"Dean."

"What?"

"Look." I pointed at the wound. "Jessie, can you feel anything?" She chuffed but I had no idea what that meant. The punctures were now visibly getting smaller and smaller until they were gone. Jessie's eyes snapped open and she shifted, bolting to her feet.

She grabbed her shoulder. "What happened? What did you do?"

"We didn't do anything." Dean assured her, "It happened on its own." She just looked at us. I was about to break the silence when sirens pierced our ears. Dean grabbed the manager over the counter by the shirt. "You called the cops?!"

"What did you tell them?" I asked, less aggressively than Dean.

"I uh- th- I-"

"We don't have time for this. Com'on, unless you wanna get arrested." Jessie gestured to the door. I nodded and Dean opened the door. An officer shoved a gun in his face and more officers came up beside us.

"Put your hands in the air and turn around!"

Jessie cursed behind me, "Really?"

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Jessie's P.O.V

They put me in my own cell. Sam and Dean were in the cell next to me and were handcuffed. I, on the other hand, was not. They would regret that. Maybe. If I could come up with a plan.

"So. What's the plan?" Sam said my thoughts out loud.

"Plan?" Dean was laying on the little cot. 

"Yes, Dean the plan. The plan to get us out of here. Call Castiel or something." I said, testing the strength of the barred door.

"I've been calling. He's not answering." Dean said rather grumpily.

"Great." Sam leant up against the concrete wall, resting his head back against it.

"What are you doing?" I looked between them. They looked like they'd given up. "Com' on I need something to pick a lock with."

"They took my pick." Dean grumbled, "And my back up." He added.

"Get a spring out of the mattress." I told them. Sam gave me a funny look but picked up a bit of rubble of the floor and nudged Dean off the cot. Cutting open the mattress with a sharp edge, he pulled a spring out and passed it to me through the bars.

"Let me know if a guard comes this way." I instructed. He nodded and I set to work trying to pry open my cell. It took me a good long time but finally, the lock gave out. I pushed the door open an inch and it creaked. I winced and looked at Sam and Dean who were desperately trying to get my attention.

"Close it!" Dean hissed. I closed the door carefully and flopped back on my cot, trying to look inconspicuous.

The guard came around the corner, "What are you three doing?"

Sam and Dean were silent so I decided to have some fun. "I was just telling my brothers here how inconvenient it was that we got caught." Dean glared at me and the officer looked very confused.

"The Winchesters don't have a sister." He announced hesitantly. 

"Don't they?" I asked mischievously.  There was a long silence as the guard tried to work it all out in his head. Then a static voice came from his walkie-talkie and he marched away to answer it.

"Our sister?" Dean demanded.

"Why do you have a problem with having a sister?" I hissed back.

The brothers shared yet another 'brotherly' look and Sam spoke. "We've had a third sibling before.... And it didn't really work out." I didn't know what to say to that, so I handed Sam the spring and he picked the lock on their door.

***

When Sam finally got the door open, I took the spring and shoved it in my jacket pocket. Might need this later. Sam and I flanked Dean as we moved towards the corner. "Dean. You're making to much noise." I whispered. 

"You could do better?" He shot back over his shoulder. I smiled and walked up next to him. Winking, I shifted. Using the desks and tables, I stayed out of sight of the three officers lounging in chairs and playing chess, ironically enough, eating doughnuts.

I found the armoury and shifted back, grabbing Dean's lock pick and Sam's demon knife, both of which I shoved in my pocket, and Dean's shotgun, which I placed on the floor so I could pick it up in my mouth as a tiger.

I was about to shift back and return to the holding cells when I saw a pair of Duo swords. I had always been a good fighter with swords and knives, so I tied the sheath to my belt, shifted and returned to the brothers with our things.

Shifting back, I handed the guys each their things. "Where'd you get the sword?" Dean asked, somewhat judgingly. 

"Swords," I corrected, "there's two. And I got them in the same place I got everything else."

Sam nodded, "Do you know how to use them?" 

I gave him a look, "Would I take a weapon I don't know how to use?"

Dean looked at me sceptically, awaiting an answer. "Yes, I know how to use them." I hissed. "Now let's get out of here. We still have a monster to kill."

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Alright well. That was, not what I expected to write. But.... Ya thats what happened. Vote and share and all that stuff. It means a lot.

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