~*****~

"All in," I mutter softly as Sam and I play a light game of poker while Dean was out to work the case. Sam sighed softly before rubbing his chin slowly while gazing down at his cards, and pushed all his earnings into the pile. "Some balls, Sammy Boy." I snort, but before we can reveal our cards, the door bursts open as an entire swat team charges in, and pointed their guns towards us. A woman came forward and raised her gun towards Sam.

"Going somewhere, Sam?" She asked him as she gestured to her team to move forward. Thick blankets wrapped around my shoulders. I was confused, and weirded out that Sam was getting the criminal treatment and I was getting treated like a kicked puppy.

~*****~

I sat in a lone room while sighing out in annoyance. They left me alone for hours, and it sucked. After what seemed like an eternity, the police woman from earlier came in and set a cup down in front of me.

"Thought you might be thirsty." She said softly.

"Okay, why am I getting treated like a victim?" I asked in an agitated tone.

"You're safe now, that's all that matters." She smiled as she took a seat across from me.

"Safe? From what? Where's Dean? What's going on?" I snapped again.

"He and Sam are being held on suspicion of murder." The agent shrugged.

"Murder?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah. Kidnapping and decimation of a corpse as well."

"I wasn't kidnapped got dammit! A decimating a corpse?! What the hell are you going on about?!"

"About a year ago, your remains were found in the sewers of St. Lewis. Upon a sighting of a dead woman, they took another look at it, but it wasn't you face. It was someone else."

"Okay, that's ridiculous. You're insane. You can't hold them like that without formal charges!"

"I'm surprised you've managed to maintain a decent education while under captivity." I scowled at her and crossed my arms over my chest. "I know all about you, hun."

"Huh?"

"You're twenty-four years old, no job. Raised on the south side of New York, your parents were found in a burning pyre, and it looked like an animal had rung their necks. You've been spotted several times since then with the same three men, but you always disappeared when they got a confirmed location. You excelled in school with a 4.0 GPA, but decided to drop out your senior year. I can keep going, but I think you get the picture." She says as she taps on the table with each notion.

"And you're trying to say, is?" I trail out as if I find her stupid.

"I'm trying to say; is that you're in deep water right now. You've got quite the record. All of which seemed to be link to Dean Winchester."

"Wow. I mean, great deducing officer." I snap. "But, I'm going to be completely honest; I'm on a road trip with my friends. Last time I checked, it isn't illegal to drop everything to get away."

"That was after Jessica Moore died, correct?"

"You must be a cold hearted bitch if you think I'd let my childhood friend suffer through that."

"How's that going for you?" She questioned as she raised an eyebrow.

"We've seen the biggest ball of twine twice, and we went to Disney." I flip my leg over the other.

"We ran Dean's fingerprints through AFIS."

"Ohh~ Congratulations."

"We got over a dozen possible hits."

"Possible?" I inquire with a shit eating smirk. "Doesn't that make them worthless?"

"Makes you wonder; what are we gonna find when we run your prints?"

"None, because as you remember, but parents died when I was eight. I don't have a license, so there's no way you'd have them in the system."

"You seem like a good kid. Why would you let someone like Dean drag you down?"

"What are you getting at?" I groaned.

"Right now, detectives in St. Louis are exhuming a corpse. They're trying to figure out how Dean faked his own death. He's a bad guy. His life is over. Your's and Sam's doesn't have to me." She tried.

"So, let me get this straight; You want me to bail on my best friend? One I've know for nearly twenty years?"

"No. We already caught him cold. Red-Handed at the Karen Giles murder scene. We just need you to fill in some missing pieces." She clarified.

"Where the hell on me does it say 'Sucker'?" I asked as I started looking over my arms.

"I can talk to the DA. Make a deal for you. You can get on with your life. Dean's as good as gone." She informed me. I rolled my eyes again. I was gonna have to play along.

"From what I understand, John and Tony Giles were old friends. They were in the service together. I think. I never knew him, but Sam and Dean had known him since they were kids, you know? So, we came here as soon as we heard about his death." I sighed out heavily....

Dean and I were sitting at a cafe table outside, reading the newspapers while Sam went to go get us coffee; my favorite pastime. Dean had his pen in his mouth as his eyes scanned the paper, looking for anything weird to classify as a case. The head line read, 'Man's throat Slit Without a Trace'.

"Well, that sounds suspicious." Dean mumbled as his pen bumped around as he spoke. I snorted and leaned against him with a content sigh.

"Here you go," Sam sighed as he placed the cups down, for a second before picking two back up in a confused expression. He sipped one and grimaced. "I don't understand how you like black coffee."

"Anthony Giles." Dean replied as he flipped the paper over.

"Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asked.

"He's a Baltimore Lawyer. Working late in his office, check it out." Dean recited.

"Uh, throat was slit, room was clean. Huh, no DNA, no prints." Sam read off the page.

"Keep reading, it gets better." I encouraged.

"Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant." Sam said.

"So, I'm thinking, either someone tampered with the tapes-" Dean trailed off.

"Or it's an invisible killer." I finished off.

"My favorite kind. What do you think, Scully? You wanna check it out?" Dean asked. Sam looked up in confusion.

"I'm not Scully, you're Scully." Sam protested as he threw a paper at him.

"No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman." Dean grinned. I snorted and started laughing as I trailed after him.

"Woulda been kinda hard for Dean to kill Tony, considering we weren't in town a the time." I snorted gently and crossed my arms.

"So, tell me what happened next." She insisted.

"Okay. We went to go see Karen. She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her. You know?" I lie straight through my ass. John woulda been proud at this smug shit eating expression I held.

Karen sat at the end of the table in front of us, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun and her framed glasses sitting in front of her foggy eyes. I could see the tears swirling around on the surface. "Insurance. I totally forgot about the insurance." She sniffed, looking over the forms that we had given her.

"We're very sorry to bother you right now, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation. You understand." Dean recites gently as she removed her glasses to wipe away the tears that had fallen.

"Sure." She whispered.

"Okay, um, if you could tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died." Sam pressed softly.

"Uh, Tony and I were just supposed to have dinner. He called and said he was having computer troubles and that, that he had to work late." Karen explained and paused, her eyes trained on Sam. "That was it."

"Do you have any idea who could've done this to him?" Sam asked.

"No. No, it's like I told the police. I- I have no idea." Karen instantly defended with a slight sniffle.

"Did Tony mention anything, you know, unusual to you? In the days before his death?" Dean questioned.

"Unusual?" Karen trailed off in confusion.

"Yeah, like strange?" Dean pushed.

"Strange?" Karen shook her head, looking at him like he was crazy.

"You know, Karen, weird? Weird noises, uh, visions, anything like that?" Dean had that childlike smile spread over his face. Karen cracked under that.

"He had a nightmare the day before he died," Karen revealed.

"What kind of nightmare?" I ask softly.

"Uh, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night and there was a woman standing at the foot of  the bed, he blinked and she was gone. I mean, it was just a nightmare." Karen shook her head dismissively.

"Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asked casually.

"What the hell difference does it make what she looked like?"  Karen asked. Dean hesitated and looked to Sam and I for help.

"Our company is very thorough." I state confidently.

"He said she was pale, and she had dark, red eyes." She described after a beat.

"Sam gave her a hug, told her to call if she needed anything... and that was that. End of story." The officers fingers tapped against the table top in confusion.

"Carlotta, I'm trying to help you here. But you have got to be honest with me." She snapped as she stood up. "Now, we have an eyewitness. Someone saw two men and a woman fitting your descriptions breaking into Giles' office."

"And? Karen called Sam, said there was some stuff she wanted from Tony's office, but the police weren't letting her in. She wanted a picture of the two of them in Paris and some other stuff. Look, it was wrong to enter a crime scene, but she did give us a key." I explained with a smirk.

I smirked up at Dean as he slid his hand over my backside when I was bent over, picking the lock to Tony's office. Sam made a disgusted sound before I successfully picked the lock. I pushed the door open, and ducked underneath the police tape.

"Hey. Anthony Giles' body was found right about here." Sam called as he shone the light over the dark, blood stain. "Throat slit so deep, part of his spinal cord was visible."

Dean let out a low whistle. "What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underling Vengeful?"

"Yeah, maybe. I mean, he did see that woman at the foot of his bed." I reminded him. I wandered over to the desk, picking up a sheet of paper that was discarded. The entire page was filled with some same word over and over again. "Take a look at this." I say softly. Sam waltzed over with Dean. "Dana Shulps."

"What's that? A name?" Sammy asked, looking down at the name.

"I dunno, but it's everywhere." I said.

"Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." Dean joked.

Sam shined his light down onto the glass in front of him. Sam let out a soft breath over the surface, and it revealed 'Dana Shulps' imprinted into the glass.

"Wow. I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird." Sam scoffed.

"Maybe Giles knew her." Dean suggested.

"Or maybe its the name of our pale, red-eyed mystery girl." Sam countered.

"Well, lets see what we can find." I ordered with a roll of my eyes. Dean and I headed into the adjoining room to look through the file cabinets. Which resulted in a whole lotta nothing.

"There's not a single mention of Dana Schulps anywhere. There's not a D. Shulps, or any other kind of friggin' Shulps." Dean growled as we stepped back into the room.

"Great." Sam muttered. He was still sitting behind the desk.

"What have you got?" I questioned softly as I perched atop the desk.

"Nothing. No Dana Schulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least." Sam sighed.

"So, what now?" Dean groaned.

"Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?" Sam offered.

"By close, you mean..." Dean trailed off.

"Thirty minutes, maybe?" Sam shrugged. Dean gave him an annoyed look before pushing off of the wall and glanced down at his watch.

"Awesome." He grumbled. "So, I guess I just get to, uh, hang out."

He sunk onto a chair across from me, and sent a small wink once he noticed my stare. I rolled my eyes and leaned back on my palms. Dean started clicking his tongue. Sam and I gave him a an annoyed look. I groaned in agitation as he made a fart noise.

"Dean!" I snapped. He gave me a boyish grin, one that would be used when one tries to be cute doing something annoying.

"All right, I'm gonna go talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about Dana Schulps, huh?" Dean said after a few more moments.

"Great." Sam muttered in agreement.

"Keep going, Sparky." Dean shined his flashed his flashlight over his brothers face and wrapped an arm around my waist. He tugged me to his chest and pressed a tight kiss to my lips. "See you later, babe. Call me if you need anything" Dean smirked.

"Yeah, yeah." I hummed.

"Seriously," He added as he trailed his eyes down to my exposed cleavage. "Anything."

"Dean!" Sam yelped as he started to flush. "Can't that wait till later?!" He whined. Dean and I snorted before busting out laughing.

"Then Dean went back to Karen's place to check up on her. I mean, you know, she had been pretty upset earlier." I shrugged.

"So, why didn't you go with him?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side.

"I was tired. I needed a nap." I stated. And that was actually true.

"Are you involved in either of them?" She questioned.

"Is that the kind of girl you see me as?" I quip with a raised eyebrow. An alarmed expressed slipped over her face for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Just answer the question." She snapped.

"They're like family. The three of us have been friends since we were kids."

"That's good. But sometimes, family are the ones that cause us the most damage." She leaned forward on the table.

"How'd you know we were at the motel, by the way." I asked after a beat of silence.

"We found the motel matchbook on your brother when we arrested him. Let's quit fooling around. Now, you two were with Sam the entire time in Baltimore. Why separate now? Because your friend left you? To go murder Karen?" She insisted.

"I kinda wish he did now so I can just go home, but unfortunately for me, we're gonna beat around that bush for hours, cause he didn't do it." I sighed as I leaned back against my chair.

"I heard the 9-1-1 call! Karen was terrified! She said someone was in her house!" She yelled in my face.

"If Sam and I aren't being charged for murder, or an accessory to murder, I'd like to see him now, please."

"What makes you think that's allowed?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You know all about Sam. Pre-Law student, remember? I know all about the justice system, sweetheart." I jeered. "Now, Officer..." I trailed off.

"Ballard." She snapped.

"Ah, Officer Ballard. If you will please bring Sam in here, because I'd like to speak with him."

She sighed heavily before standing up straight. "Fine!"

She stormed out of the room as I gave her a shit eating grin. A few moments later, she stepped back in with Sam trailing behind. "Sammy!" I sighed in relief while being pulled into a tight hug.

"Find out anything while you were here?" Sam asked as Ballard stepped out of the room in a tizzy.

"Not a thing. Ballard seems to think Dean killed someone."

"Yeah. That's about the same for me." Sam agreed.

"Have you had anymore thoughts on Dana Schulps?" I asked softly. "Cause I had an interesting theory while Ms. Ballard interrogated me."

"Okay." Sam gestured for me to explain.

"What if it's not a name? What if its like an anagram?" I suggested.

He frowned a bit before thinking it over before completely lighting up. "Lottie! You're a genius!" He praised.

"I thank you." I chimed with a bow. We turned our heads when the door opened, and a man with a brief case stepped in.

"I was told to give this to you." He explained, holding out a slip of paper. 'HILTS- IT'S A STREET ASHLAND - MCQUEEN'. "I hope it's meaningful. But I'd like to discuss your cases now."

"Sure thing, Matlock." Sam agreed and gestured to the chair before us.

"You two really are brothers, aren't you?" The lawyer asked with a smirk. "Now. As you know, the DA might be interested in-" The lawyer was interrupted as a knock on the door echoed through the room.

Ballard shoved her head in. "We need you. With the other one." She snapped, whom in return followed suit rather quickly.

As soon as the door closed, Sam picked up the note again. "Hilts. McQueen." He muttered himself before rushing towards the window.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" I asked in a shaky tone once he shoved the window open.

"There's a pipe we can use to get down. We've got to get out of here." Sam insisted, and held his hand out to me.

"Oh, god, I think I'll stay here, and- Hey! Sam!" I whimpered in fear.

"Just trust me, okay?" He snapped, and helped me shimmy onto the pipe. "Don't look down, and just climb. You've done this thousands of times."

I nodded breathlessly, and started shimming downwards. Once my feet hit solid ground, my legs solidified and I was able to breathe again. "Sammy, remind me to murder you later..." I muttered in a soft pant. Sam smirked and patted my shoulder reassuringly before dragging me along.