"Isn't it lovely? All alone. Heart made of glass, my mind of stone." - Billie Eilish

• • •

Slipping inside the building, Noah took a deep breath. This had to be one of the most nerve wracking things he'd ever done. Holding up his flashlight as the boys examined the floor plan, he gazed around.

"I hate this plan, Dean," Sam quietly stated. "Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it," Dean muttered, continuing to read the map of the floor plan.

The trio rounded the corner, walking past a silent alarm, before turning into one of the rooms. Each of them took one of the glass cases, examining the historical weapons.

It was when a door slammed outside that they all gulped. Noah took another deep breath, he was with Sam on this one, he hated this plan.

They all looked at one another, sharing a nod, before slowly exiting the room. It took them all of ten seconds, walking down the corridor, for an officer to yell out "Freeze!"

They turned around, they were cornered, "Don't move!" They moved to walk down the other way, to another entrance, once again, they were blocked. "I said freeze!"

"Put your hands behind your head, and get down on your knees! Now!" the officer behind them yelled. Noah could hear the click of their guns cocking, ready to fire at any moment, and his breath hitched.

They put their hands up, reacching behind them and holding them to their head as they slowly dropped to their knees. As soon as they were on the ground, an officer was on each of them, and their hands were cuffed behind their back.

• • •

"To the front," a camera clicked and flashed as Noah blankly stared ahead, "To the right," he turned, and it shuttered again. "Alright, go on now."

He was led into another room, and seated at a table in an interrogation room. He sat there for around twenty minutes before two men in suits entered the room, and stood before him.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Noah," the black man addressed him. "Likewise," Noah rolled his eyes.

"I'm Special Agent Victor Henrikson, this is my partner, Special Agent Reidy," he pointed to the other man in the room. Noah nodded to indicate that he understood.

"Henkrikson? You wouldn't happen to be the Milkwaukee agent, would you, Agent?" Noah inquired. Agent Henrikson nodded, "Live and in person."

"Ah," Henrikson pulled out a secuirty photo of him in the bank, "Nice shot," he threw it on the table in front of Noah, "You can hang that up in your cell at super max."

Noah nodded, staring at it. All he could think was damn the Winchester boys for roping him into this. "Ah yeah, keep your poker face up, huh? Don't show how cornered you are," Henrikson chuckled, "Read him the charges."

"You got mail fraud, credit-card fraud, grave desecration," he started small. "Skip to the good ones," Henrikson instructed. "Armed robbery, kidnapping, and oh! First-degree murder, and two counts of second-degree murder," Agent Reidy smirked.

Noah thought about it, he was technically guilty of the small ones. He couldn't blame them for thinking he was involved at the bank, but the others... and it dawned on him. They thought he killed his mother and his sister, ran away, and then years later, stalked and murdered his father.

"We could try you for the other four murders on that street where your father was killed, but our evidence is circumstantial for those at least," Reidy seemed to hold over his head.

"And let's see, your friends are now facing murder charges themselves, between Milwaukee and St. Louis... I'd say 'screwed to hell' is an understatement in your case," Henrikson smirked at him. He pursed his lips.

"Well, where there's a will, there's a way," Noah sat back in his chair. "Huh, see that's what I kept thinking while I was searching up to heaven, down to hell, and all the way back for your sorry asses," Henrikson leaned over the table, "Their Dad taught 'em well, I'm guessing they taught you pretty damn well too... or maybe you had a friend before you met them, but either way, when you were in Milwaukee, the way you three just," Henrikson whistled, "Vanished, near went nuts trying to find you, ask him."

"He near went nuts," Reidy stated as if to mock Noah. "And after all of that... you get tripped up on a motion detector," Henrikson shooks his head with a small chuckle, "Pretty rookie move, gotta say, I was surprised."

"Well, if they caught Son of Sam on a parking ticket, I guess anything's possible," Noah quirked his lips.

Henrikson chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him, "You're almost as mouthy as Dean," he shook his head. Right then, the door opened once again. Noah looked over, seeing a blonde woman in a gray pantsuit.

"Noah Marilynn?" she asked, looking to him. "That would be me," he stated, slightly confused. "And you are?" Henrikson asked her rudely.

"Mara Daniels, public defender's office, I've been assigned yours and the Winchester's case," she explained, shaking Noah's hand. "Huh," Noah nodded, shocked.

"Are you Henrikson?" She asked. "Yeah, and we're not quite done here," he responded. "Uh, yeah, you are," she nodded, her lips quirking slightly, "And if you don't mind, I would like to meet with my client privately."

She and Henrikson stared at one another for a moment before he nodded.

• • •

"Unfortunately, your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won't be until Tuesday," Mara stated, opening her briefcase. Noah, Dean, and Sam were now seated together in front of her where they could discuss everything.

"And they'll keep us in the county jail until then?" Dean questioned. "That's right," she nodded. He glanced at them, and Noah supressed a groan. Dammit all... just because his plans were stupid or crazy didn't mean they didn't work.

"Green River County Detention Center?" Sam quietly questioned, making sure. "Yes," She replied, pulling out their case files.

"And considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail," she stated. The trio nodded, "Yeah, we figured that," Dean said.

"Extradition papers have already been filed from six seperate states, Missouri, Wisconsin, and here in Arkansas being the biggest concern, the bank robbery and the murder raps," she informed them.

"Well, how long can we stall extradition?" Noah questioned. "A week, maybe less," She honestly answered. The three nodded as Noah sighed. The three shared a glance.

• • •

Noah's chest felt like it was on fire as he slowly stepped out of the transporter bus. Holding his shackles steady, he glanced behind him as discreetly as possible to be sure the Winchester's were right behind him, as the officers ordered them along.

They all walked in single-file next to a big chainlink fence, behind which were the rest of the prisoners in the yard. They all started wolf-whistling and cat-calling, some of them even putting their hands on and rattling the fence.

"You're mine baby!" one of them called to someone in line, Noah chose not to pay attention as to who, because he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Don't worry, Sam," Dean smirked behind him, "Promise I won't trade you for smokes."

"If I could turn around and slap you upside the head, I would," Noah stated.

As they entered the prison, the guards issued them all their clothes, a roll of toilet paper, a towel,  and a jacket.

They all stood in line, and two at a time, were put into different cells. Dean was placed into a cell with the first guy in line. And Sam and Noah were placed in the same cell.

• • •

Leaning on the body of the Impala, Noah stroked Delta's fur as Dean cackled at what Sam had just said. He only cracked a grin and rolled his eyes as Sam had to lean on his shoulder to get out of his brother's way. He watched the broad grin on Sam's face widen even further, if that were even possible as Noah slipped an arm around the taller mans waist, sipping his beer with a smile hanging on his lips.

Sam leaned down, placing a kiss on Noah's forehead, who rolled his eyes and tip-toed up to peck Sam's cheek. Dean chuckled, sipping his beer, "Get a room, you two," he playfully groaned to exaggerate his point.

Noah chuckled as he rolled his eyes, as Sam groaned right back at him, throwing a playful punch to his shoulder. Dean retaliated, which spiraled into the two playfully hitting each other. Noah stepped forward putting a hand on each of their arms, and pulling them apart as he caught his breath from laughing, "Okay, break it up, kids!"

The pair laughed at him as Sam threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into his side. Noah nuzzled closer to Sam as Delta bumped his leg, making him look down an pet her.

Next thing he knew, he blinked and suddenly, it was night time. He was in the middle of the forest. He looked down in panic, realizing his hand was still in Delta's fur. He was crouched to the ground, running his hands through Delta's fur... her blood-stained fur on her limp body.

She had large claw-shaped gashes running down the length of her body, and Noah's breath hitched into a panicked sob as he rose from his crouch, stumbling back as he looked around, yelling out, "Guys?! Sam?!! Dean?!"

Complete silence answered him... it felt as though he had stepped back to when he was a boy, when Richard wouldn't answer him, when the house had fallen into complete silent as he was the only living thing still inside it... he felt like he was suffocating from the pure panic.

He yelled again, "Boys?! Dean?! SAM?!!" His voice echoed off of every tree, it sounded as though they were hollow and his voice floated inside of them and ricocheted off of every side, causing the noise to practically vibrate and dance around him. But it was the only sound. No frogs, no birds, no other wild animals, not even the wind.

He turned, sprinting in the direction his gut told him. He ran as fast as possible and into another clearing, and he fell to the ground, he could feel the blood on his knees coating his jeans from the pure force he had hit the ground with as he raised a hand to his mouth in terror. He sobbed again, shaking his entire body.

The blood soaking into the dirt as it stained shaggy brown hair, short cropped blonde, flannel shirts, and work jackets, puddling around their mangled and bruised forms... they were clawed to pieces... damn near unrecognizable...

He suddenly starting coughing, he felt as though he could vomit as he coughed and heaved... and suddenly there was a large puddle of thick blood and phlegm on the forest floor in front of him. He stared at it with blurred vision as his tears dripped into it.

The bushes rustled and before he could ever look up, he felt sharp claws slash his stomach open. He looks down, but the creature was gone and he stared into the night sky hopelessy as more blood and phlegm clogged his throat. He choked slowly, as he felt some of his organs through the open wounds on his stomach, damn thing had disemboweled him...

He heard the crunch of a leaf and he looked up. Sam and Dean stood in front of him, staring at him with numb eyes, all of their color had faded. The deep slashes were still there, even a little bit of blood dribbling from the corner of Sam's mouth as he noticed how broken Dean's nose looked.

He heard another crunch and looked over to see his mother, bruising all around her neck, and his father, a deep slash from a knife along his carotid. Another sound to his left, and there was Nikki, her face blue from not being able to breath. Her face, and hair were all soaking wet. And his brother, skin pale, as it had been the day he died.

He glanced behind himself, and Brian stood in the entry of the outcropping, arms crossed with Delta next to him, as she bared her teeth. He had a bullet wound to his forehead, execution style.

"It was your fault," a voice boomed. Sam. "Your fault," another echoed. His mother. "Your fault," said another. Dean. "All your fault." His father. "Your fault." Nikki. "All your fault." Richard. "You are to blame." Brian. "We're dead because of you." His mother again.

"We wouldn't be if it weren't for you." Dean. "It's your fault." Nikki. "It is your fault." Sam. "Your fault." Richard. "Your fault." Brian and his father. "Your fault." Nikki, Richard, and his mom. "your fault." Sam and Dean.

"Your fault." All of them.

"You can have him," his mother hissed between her teeth before she moved to the side. Noah had no time to see what it was before it was on top of him and everything was fading black.

• • •

Noah gasped for air, coughing as he choked on the sharp inhale. He sat up, swinging his legs to the side as a sob wracked his body, shaking the ricketty bunk bed. It was violent as he felt his throat go raw as he continued to sob and cry out, and he fell to the floor as he had in his dream, this time scraping his knees on the hard concrete. Blood ballooned on his pants as he continued to shake and sob.

A guard banged on the metal door, "Shut the hell up in there." that only made him shake more as he thought back to his father. He was thrown into bad memories as the words from his father and his own subconcious circulated his brain.

He heard shoes hit the concrete behind him and he whipped around, crawling back, scraping his hands on the concrete until they bled, as he backed himself into the corner and curled into a ball.

He looked up and he could barely breath, let alone see through the tears in his eyes as a blurry figure in orange with shaggy brown hair crouched in front of him. "Hey, Noah? Hey, it's okay," a soothing voice whispered. A hand reached out and Noah whimpered and pulled back," Please don't."

"Don't want me to touch you?" That warm voice questioned. He shook his head violently, giving himself a headache. "Okay, hey, can you see?" the male voice asked.

Noah hesitantly nodded. "Okay, I want you to breath with me for a second here, okay?" he nodded. The figure took in a slow, steady deep breath. Noah tried to copy it, though his was much more shaky and broken up. The figure breathed out and Noah copied him. "Good," the figure praised, and did it again. They repeated this until Noah could breathe without panting through it, through he was still curled into a ball and shaking.

"Okay, Noah? Can you do something for me?" He asked. Noah hesitantly nodded. "Okay, can you tell me five things you see?" he requested.

Noah nodded, gulping slightly, before starting to speak with a shaky and hoarse voice, "Uh, the wall, the bed, your h-hair, your cl-clothes, my sh-shoes."

"Good job," the figure gently smiled as it praised him, "How about four you can hear?"

"T-the guards out-outside, the ai-air vents, your voice, the other be-bedds creaking," Noah rattled off as he focused on sound, keeping his voice as quiet as possible.  "Okay, what about three you can feel?"

"Um, th-the floor, my clothes, a-and your body heat," he whispered. "You're doing amazing, can you name two you can smell?"

"M-my sweat, "Noah cleared his throat, "And th-the laundry d-detergent."

The figure nodded, smiling softly, "Last one, something you can taste?"

"M-my too-toothpaste," Noah stated, still shaking. His vision cleared a bit more, allowing him to see the warm and smooth skin tone of the man in front of him, the gently and encouraging smile.

"You did so good," Sam whispered, "You okay now?"

Noah nodded gently. "You want a hug?" Noah shook his head as he felt something rising in his throat. He keeled over, catching himself on his hands as he coughed and sputtered, bile rising past his lips as blood fell with it.

He wiped his mouth and leaned back against the wall, slumping as he closed his eyes. He felt like passing out.

"Can we get a clean up crew in here?" he heard Sam ask the guard at the door. He didn't hear the guard's reponse, but he could guess it based on the next thing Sam said, "He had a panic attack, dammit! He threw up, we need to have it cleaned... yes, it looks like he's out."

That was all he heard before a much more gentle and inviting darkness welcomed him, promising him dreams of only good things for the remainder of the night. He fell into it's waiting arms.

• • •

Noah's throat felt sore. Hoarse, at best. The screaming, sobbing, and vomitting had wreaked havoc on his vocal tract. The trio now stood in line for cafeteria access. "What was up with you two last night?" Dean murmured to the two men behind him. Noah sighed, "You heard all that?"

Dean nodded, Noah popped his neck before giving in with a sigh, "I had a nightmare, and then woke up in a panic attack, and the guard activated my PTSD so... trifecta for a bad night."

Dean pursed his lips, nodding understandingly. Sam was starting to get antsy, he had displayed his nerves all morning, before leaning to quietly speak to the pair, "This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done, and that's in a long-storied career of dumb and crazy."

"Calm down," Dean grited between his teeth, "It's all part of the plan." Noah scoffed quietly, shaking his head, muttering, "Yeah, pretty dumb plan if you ask me." If Dean heard him, he ignored him.

"Oh really? So Henrikson showing up was part of the plan?" Sam raised an eyebrow. Dean shot him an annoyed look, "Yeah, that guy moves a little faster than I thought."

Sam gave his brother a look of disbelief. "Look, all we've gotta do is find that ghost, take the sucker down, and grab ourselves a couple of those teardrop tattoos," Dean grinned slightly. Noah rolled his eyes, as Sam grew tenser, "That's not funny, Dean."

"Dean, what about this escape plan, d-" Sam somewhat trailed, soundng extremely unsure as they all moved closer to the metal detector.

"It's a 100% sure thing, I wouldn't have gone in if it wasn't," Dean assured, "I mean come on man, this place has all the signs of a haunting, innocent people are dead, four so far."

"Yeah, innocent," Sam rolled his eyes as he sighed. "What, are you from Texas all of a sudden? Just 'cause these people are in jail doesn't mean they deserve to die," Dean shook his head, "And if we don't stop this thing, people are gonna continue to die."

"We do the job wherever it takes us," Dean concluded. "Look, Dean, just be straight with me, alright?" Sam began, "You're doing this for Deacon?"

"Damn right," Dean nodded. "We don't even know the guy," Sam shook his head.

"We know he was in the corps with Dad," Dean reasoned, "We know he saved Dad's life, we know we owe him."

"Yeah, alright, but don't you think he's asking a little much?" Sam questioned.

"Doesn't matter, now we aren't saints, but we're loyal, and we pay our debts, now that means something to me and it ought to to you," Dean stated firmly. "You are real lucky that Brian asked me to do this for him, or I would not be here right now," Noah shook his head.

"I'm not thrilled about this either man, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, that's what we're gonna do," Dean stared forward.

• • •

The loud chatter of a small cafeteria bounced off of Noah's ears and all he could think of was back in middle school, and high school which Brian eventually forced him into going to to get his diploma. The food was the same as school too. Sam looked disgusted by the food on his plate while Noah just munched on the apple, nothing else looked appetizing today.

Dean, however, was chowing down, "You know, this chicken isn't half bad."

"Great, finish mine," Sam pushed his tray for Dean. "Mine too," Noah nodded, shoving it forward.

"Alright, so let's go back over this again, Dean, spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, psycho killer extraordinare, satanism, ritual murder, died in jail," Dean explained.

"Okay but that's not all we're basing this on, right?" Noah double-checked.

"Moody died of a heart attack, which is what all of the victims in here are dying of, okay? He died in the old cell block, they closed it right after he croaked, about thirty years ago, they just opened that back up, that's when the killings started happening," Dean continued. Noah nodded.

"So you think his spirit was released somehow?" Sam questioned. Dean nodded, "Mhm."

"But what if he was already cremated?" Sam asked. "Well, considering the case with that is usually that they haunt an object, I'd say something of his is in his old cell block that's making him linger, " Noah sarcastically grinned. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever it is, we've gotta find it," Dean stated, "And uh, you know the rest," he threw his fork down, "I'm done."

Sam stood up to follow his brother as Noah sighed and went right on behind Dean, however Sam got distracted and knocked into another inmate.

They stared at one another and Sam went to apologize, but the other inmate cut him off, "Watch where you're going."

"Yep, sure I just-" Noah clenched his jaw and interrupted Sam as he and Dean came up behind him, "He said he was sorry."

"Noah," Sam tried to stop him, but Noah ignored him and stepped forward.

"You talkin' to me?" the man puffed his chest up, He had to be in his sixties, he had sleeve tattoos, and long hair in a ponytail, "Are you talkin' to me?" he repeated when Noah didn't answer.

"Oh great, another guy who's seen 'Taxi Driver' one too many times, yeah I'm talking to you," Noah narrowed his eyes at him, he gave him the death stare, "Trust me, let it go."

The man stared at him for another moment before turning around and walking away. Noah took a deep breath, turning back to them. "See, that's how you've gotta talk to these guys," Dean clicked his tongue, "Instant respect."

"Just give it a second," Noah shook his head, as Sam nodded behind him, "You were saying?"

All of the other inmates were now gathering around them as the man from before and another much larger man approached.

Noah turned around, and he immediately took a shot at his shoulder, Noah moved out of the way, and Dean grasped his wrist, and pulled his form downwards, "We can end this now, no harm, no foul."

The inmate's only answer was to jerk away, and knock Dean in the head in the process. But right as he went to turn around, Dean caught his arms, and locked them behind his back, driving him forward and holding him against a support beam in the middle of the large room. He used his forward pushing momentum against the man, digging his feet into the ground to keep his leverage.

The inmate seemed to notice this fact and stomped back onto Dean's foot, causing Dean to lose his footing and have to back away to catch his balance. This gave the inmate an open oppurtunity to step away. The two backed away, staring at one another and Sam and Noah glanced between the two in worry.

Dean took a fast shot, driving his foot into the mans groin, causing him to fall to his knees. Dean grasped his shoulder and drove his knee into the other inmate's nose for good measure, knocking the man on his back.

Dean faltered as everyone whipped to face the guard shouting, "That's enough!"

An older man with black hair broke through the circle of prisoner's surrounding the fight, walking to face Dean and the other inmate. "On your feet, Lucas," he drawled, his southern accent and deep voice coinciding to create something a bit intimidating.

"Yes sir, boss," The inmate stood up off the floor, rubbing his jaw and his nose. The guard pulled out his nightstick, stepping closer to Dean until they were eye-to-eye and placed it underneath his chin, "What's your name?"

Dean seemed as though he wasn't too phased as he answered, "Winchester."

"Well, Winchester..." the guard pulled the nightstick away, "Not a good start."

He stared at Dean for another moment as Noah and Sam shared a look. He stepped back, before finally giving his command, "Solitary, " he pushed the other inmate out of his way, "You too, Lucas."

Two guards came behind Dean and Lucas, holding their hands as though they were handcuffing them, and roughly pulling them to the solitary block. Noah couldn't help but feel guilty, that was his fight, Dean shouldn't have stepped in the way of things. And Noah knew the confinement and isolation of solitary was enough to drive any sane person crazy in less than a day.

He sighed, raking his hands through his hair as he watched Dean make a smart remark at the guard as he was dragged out of the cafeteria.

• • •

Author's Note: Hey guys., I know I haven't updated in a week or two. I promise I have good reason. I live in Louisiana, and if you pay any attention to the news, you'll know that we were just hit very hard by hurricane Laura. My family and I lost power for four days, and WiFi for another week, and without WiFi, I couldn't access Netflix, any transcripts, or write. So... it took me a few days but I finally have you guys a chapter. Hope some emotional milking of a somewhat boring episode makes up for it.