Come Along With Me

Help us!

Eden POV:

"Hey, I'm starving I'm gonna go grab something to eat at the diner down the street," Dean said.
I jumped from the bed, dying to put something in my stomach and stretch my legs.
"I'll go too," I tell everyone while putting my old combat boots back on "Mel, fries?"
'mhm,' she responds while flipping the pages of my notes. Exiting the room the two of us notice the police officer pointing at the two of us, Dean dug into his pocket, grabbing his phone and calling Sam, warning him about the police.
"Problem, Officers?" Dean asked with a smile.
"Where are your partners?" On of the Officers ask us.
"Parters?" I ask with an unconvincing laugh. "What partner's," I ask while looking up at Dean. The officer signals the other to check the room and I can't stop myself from getting nervous.
"So, fake US Marshall, fake credit cards, you got anything that's real?," He asks mainly Dean.
"My boobs" I answer, causing both men to look at me.
Suddenly Dean and I are shoved against the hood of the police car.
"I tried," I say to him.
"You both have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you," The officer said while putting us in handcuffs. The ride to the station was exceptionally quiet, with small occasional remarks made from both Dean and me. It didn't take long till we were being questioned relentlessly.
"So you wanna give us your real name's?" The officer asked for what felt like the millionth time.
"I told you, it's Nugent, Ted Nugent," Dean said.
"Alison Stone, sir" I replied with a bored tone. I said the name so many times I'm starting to think I am her.
"I'm not sure you two realize how much trouble you're in" The officer spoke while looking at us.
"We talking misdemeanor type trouble or 'squeal like a pig' trouble?" Dean asks causing me to crack a smirk.
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall," The officer counters.
"Along with a whole lotta satanic mumbo jumbo," I say.
"You guys are officially suspects," Officer tells us.
"Thank makes sense, cause when the first one went missing in '82 I wasn't even born," I say matter of factly.
"I know you got partners, one of them's an older guy, maybe he started the whole thing" Officer hard ass, as I decided to call him, replies, "So tell me...Dean" dropping the journal in front of us "This his?"
Damn it. That's just what we needed. Why didn't anyone grab that before leaving!
"I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this, what little I could make out and it's nine kinds of crazy but I found this too" He continued. "Now you're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means," He said while pointing to a paper with Deans name and the numbers '35-111'.
"Probably a locker combination," I said trying to get the attention away from Dean. "And why are you keeping me here if all you need is him," I asked.
"Sure it is," the officer replied with a sarcastic tone.
"What, no phone call?"I asked. The officer called another one in "Give this little lady her phone call" he says while pushing me to the other officers grasp. I touch Deans shoulder reassuringly as I pass to get to the telephone.
I dial the number and listen to the ringing.
"Hello?"
"Help us," I say desperately.